Tyrone's response was a smile. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering something that made her cheeks burn even brighter.

She glanced at him, a mix of bashfulness and annoyance in her eyes, protectively covering her stomach as though she wanted to shield their unborn child from the conversation. "Dare to repeat that?"

"I'd rather not," Tyrone hurriedly said, his voice a mix of caution and delight. He cherished her feisty demeanor. Had they not been in the hospital, he would've seized the moment to kiss her.

Sabrina turned and walked away, leaving Tyrone behind. She didn't mind if he had followed her. His mind, after all, seemed occupied with thoughts of intimacy.

Tyrone caught up with her and took her hand in his.