Into the Operating Room

"Lily Anderson! I'm your man. In front of me, laugh when you're happy, cry when you're sad. Don't pretend—do you hear me?!" Ethan Blackwood said in a deep, commanding voice. He hated her forced smiles, no matter how much she tried to hide it.

Lily paused mid-game, holding a chess piece in her hand. Her expression froze for a moment before she managed an awkward smile. "What am I pretending about?"

"You tell me."

Under Ethan's intense gaze, Lily put down the piece, turning her eyes away as her voice grew soft, almost carried away by the breeze.

"If I act a little happier, maybe you won't frown so much, and the baby will feel happier too."

She didn't want her illness to bring Ethan nothing but hardship and sorrow.

"I don't need you to cheer me up," Ethan said, his voice low and unwavering, his dark eyes fixed squarely on her.

"I…" Lily was at a loss for words.