There laying in the bassinet in the hospital room is a small bundle. Wrapped in a pale blue blanket with soft white daisies is a newborn baby. She’s sleeping and quiet, despite her loud cries after she took her first breath.

König sits back against the uncomfortable chair, his sniper hood on, hands on his thighs. He was in disbelief, completely awestruck by the innocent babe.

“Schatz, I don’t know if I can hold her. What if I hurt her?” His baby girl was perfect—he knew he was a brute.