Adrian leaned back against the hospital bed, a faint smile on his lips as he watched Ethan meticulously spooning porridge and holding it up to his lips. "Come on, just one more bite," Ethan coaxed gently, his eyes soft with affection.
Adrian chuckled softly, his hand resting on his belly.
"I'm full," he protested lightly, but the way his gaze lingered on Ethan made it clear that he wasn't really complaining. The warmth between them was palpable, and even after all they had been through, they found comfort in these small, tender moments.
"Full? You barely ate," Ethan teased, trying to coax another spoonful into Adrian's mouth.
Before Adrian could respond, the door to the ward suddenly flew open with a loud bang, and Isaac strode in, his usual dramatic flair on full display. He rolled his eyes immediately at the sight of Ethan feeding Adrian. "Ugh, seriously? Can't you two be lovey-dovey somewhere else?" he huffed, tossing his jacket onto the nearest chair.
