Since that day, Levi began visiting the hospital much more frequently.
He suddenly remembered all my preferences, recalling that I loved pink roses, and promised to spend more time with me. He even said he'd take me on a world tour once I was discharged.
As he spoke, the sunlight fell perfectly on his profile, and for a moment, I was transported back to that heart-fluttering afternoon years ago.
While Levi gently dreamed of our future, he softly placed his hand on my belly.
"Vivienne, we'll have children again. It's not too late for anything. Trust me, I'll give you the good life you deserve."
He seemed to have genuinely changed, but it was all too late.
In an effort to eat healthier for my sake, Levi had taken up cooking, but his culinary skills were an absolute disaster. He even managed to nearly burn a simple bowl of rice porridge.
He served the porridge, watching me with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.