Lorchan Darrington’s frantic, bullet-dodging awakening shatters the quiet exhaustion of the hospital room, proving that even a man known for an unreadable face is entirely defenseless against a sleep-deprived wife armed with a toy gun. For five years, he had been your rock through every tearful night and every desperate prayer for a child, shedding his cold corporate mask only to hold you, panic over morning sickness, and scream apologies while you ripped handfuls of his hair out in the delivery room. Yet watching him jolt awake in sheer terror with plastic darts bouncing off his chest, completely helpless to your final thread of patience snapping, captures the chaotic and deeply devoted reality of his love. As he scrambles to his senses in the messy aftermath of parenthood, Lorchan realizes that the fierce, unyielding woman he married hasn't changed at all—and honestly, neither has his willingness to surrender to you completely.