Andrew paced anxiously outside the hospital room, his hands running through his hair as he tried to keep his emotions in check. The minutes stretched like hours until the door finally opened. He rushed over, his heart pounding.

“Is she okay? What was wrong with her?” Andrew asked in rapid succession, his worry clear.

The doctor smiled warmly. “Congratulations, Mr. King. Your wife is pregnant.”

Andrew froze, the words taking a moment to sink in. “Pregnant?” he repeated, his voice a mix of disbelief and joy.

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed. “She’s also slightly anemic, but we’ll provide a diet plan to help with that. You can see her now.”

As the doctor congratulated him again and left, Andrew stood there in stunned silence. A nurse led him to Eva’s room, and he walked in quietly, his steps almost reverent. Eva was still asleep, her face serene, and Andrew felt a wave of love and gratitude wash over him.

He sat beside her bed, placing a hand gently on her stomach. Tears filled his eyes as a smile spread across his face. “Our baby,” he whispered. “My angel, you’ve given me the most precious gift.”

Andrew brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear as his fingers lingered. Leaning down, he kissed her cheek softly. Eva stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

“Andrew? What happened?” she asked sleepily, trying to sit up.

“Angel, you’re going to be a mother,” Andrew said, his voice filled with warmth and pride.

Eva blinked in surprise, her hands instinctively moving to her stomach. “A mother?” she whispered, her voice tinged with awe.

“Yes, you’re pregnant,” Andrew replied, his smile growing wider.

Eva’s eyes welled with tears as a radiant smile lit up her face. “Our baby,” she said softly, her gaze meeting Andrew’s, searching for his reaction.

“Yes, our baby,” he repeated, pulling her into a tender hug.

“Thank you, Andrew,” Eva murmured, burying her face in his chest and clutching his shirt.

Andrew kissed her hair, his own tears falling freely. “No, my angel. I should thank you. You’ve brought so much happiness into my life.”

Their moment was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Hazel Lewis peeked in. “Hello, lovely couple. May I come in?”

Anthony breezed past Hazel without waiting for a response. “Congratulations, Eva and Andrew!” he said brightly, his usual mischievous grin in place.

Hazel followed with her own congratulations just as Alex and Ariana walked in.

“You’re having a baby?” Alex asked, his shock quickly giving way to excitement.

“Yes, we are,” Eva replied, her smile beaming.

“I’m so happy for you!” Alex exclaimed, rushing over to hug her.

“Hey, bastard, don’t hug her so tightly,” Andrew scolded, pulling Alex away as Eva chuckled.

“She’s only three weeks pregnant,” Anthony said with a smirk, patting Andrew on the shoulder. “She won’t break.”

“Three weeks or not, don’t touch her,” Andrew growled, holding Eva protectively.

Before anyone could protest, Andrew scooped Eva into his arms. “Enough. We’re leaving,” he announced, carrying her out of the hospital.

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Alex turned to Ariana with a wide grin. “By the way, Alex, who is this lovely lady?” Anthony asked, pointing to Ariana.

Hazel chimed in, “A girlfriend, maybe?”

“Yes, she’s my girlfriend,” Alex said proudly, pulling Ariana closer.

“No, I’m not,” Ariana retorted, glaring at him.

Anthony laughed. “Alex, when you two figure it out, don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”

Anthony took Hazel’s hand and left, leaving Alex and Ariana behind. Ariana rounded on Alex, her face a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “What the hell, Alex? I’m not your girlfriend.”

Alex smirked, his demeanor shifting as he stepped closer to her. Backing her gently against the wall, he leaned in until his lips brushed her ear. “My little devil,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “You agreed to date me, didn’t you?”

Ariana’s breath hitched. “I did,” she admitted, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart.

“Then you’re mine. Forever,” Alex whispered, his lips grazing her ear before he nipped it lightly.

Ariana’s breath quickened, her composure faltering under his intense gaze. Before she could respond, his lips claimed hers in a fiery kiss that left her both startled and breathless. Her initial shock melted away as she kissed him back, their emotions igniting like a spark to dry tinder.

After a moment, a voice cut through their passion. “Excuse me. This is a hospital, not a hotel,” a nurse said sternly.

Alex broke the kiss, glaring at the nurse as Ariana shoved him away, her face flushed with embarrassment. “What is wrong with you?” she hissed before turning and rushing down the hallway.

Alex grinned, watching her retreating figure. “My little devil, you can run, but I’ll always catch you,” he murmured, hurrying after her with a chuckle.