Josh couldn't stop staring at the ultrasound photograph, feeling unaccountably connected to the helpless baby who was totally dependent on Emma for every beat of her heart. He also felt a swell of pride in Emma. With so much stacked against her, she'd always–always–put her baby's welfare first. "Well, Baby," he said, "you're one lucky little girl. And we're going to take very good care of you, your mom and me. Promise." He stopped in the hallway suddenly, wondering how and when it had happened. Because he knew that in one fraction of a second, one unborn baby had stolen his heart.