Chapter 9 - The Hand on the CradleThat evening, as the discharge paperwork was finalized, Ethan walked into the room wearing a sharp dark suit instead of his surgical scrubs.
He carried a beautiful bouquet of white rosesâthe same flowers he used to buy her three years ago.
"You're discharged, Ms. Matthews," Ethan said with a warm, handsome grin that made Clareâs heart flutter just like it used to.
"Where are we going?" Clare asked quietly, holding Lily wrapped in a soft yellow blanket.
Ethan stepped up to the wheelchair, taking the handles in his strong hands.
"You are coming home with me," Ethan declared softly. "I bought a house in the suburbs two years ago, Clare. It has four bedrooms, a big backyard, and a room that has been waiting for a little girl for a long time."
Clare looked up at him, her eyes shining with absolute trust. "Is there room for her mother?"
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Ethan leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a tender, lingering kiss that carried three years of longing, forgiveness, and eternal devotion.
"There is only room for her mother," Ethan whispered against her lips.
