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.
