Andrianne was waiting at the hospital entrance for Lucas to be discharged. She was dressed in a simple white dress that hugged her pregnancy curves, with her hair tied in a neat bun. She couldn't help but feel nervous and excited at the same time. It had been a long two weeks since she had last seen Lucas, and she missed him dearly.

Finally, she saw a nurse wheeling Lucas out in a wheelchair. He looked fragile and weak, but Andrianne's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. She rushed over to him and gave him a gentle hug.

"Lucas, are you feeling better?" she asked him.

Lucas...