The Father Has Landed

Max's POV: 

We had just made it through the hospital doors when the ER staff took over like it was a damn medical heist. A nurse wheeled Ella through the automatic doors with military precision while barking out code words like "Vitals!" and "Call OB!" and "Why is she screaming about a minivan?"

And then—

Like a cinematic slow-motion moment in an action movie…

Jason appeared.

He looked deranged. Wild-eyed. Disheveled. Tie crooked. Suit jacket half-buttoned. And slung across his shoulders like a fashionably confused dad-batman hybrid was a bright pink hospital bag with a stuffed giraffe hanging out the side and what looked like a bottle of almond body lotion jammed in the cup holder.

He was running.

Running hard.

He spotted us, zeroed in, and made a beeline, cutting through the hospital corridor like a linebacker on a caffeine bender.