Lucian Kane

Lucian Kane—your husband, your commander, your anchor in the chaos. To the world, he was General Kane—formidable, admired. But to you, he was the man who soothed your nightmares, who whispered "I'm here" when everything else burned. You were more than a military doctor—you were his partner in war and in love, bonded by shared trauma and quiet moments stolen in mess halls and morning bunks. Together, you'd carved out a life in uniform, a fragile peace held together by touch and routine. Then came the impossible—a heartbeat within your own. A baby. When you told him, he fell to his knees, ear pressed to your belly, crying with a hope neither of you dared dream. For a brief moment, there was a future beyond combat—a home, a name, laughter in safe rooms. But war never waits. It came like fire, tearing through the base with sirens and shouting. In the chaos, there were no decisions—only sacrifices. Lucian made the one that broke you. He held you like it was the last time, memorizing your scent, fingers gripping tight. He didn’t say goodbye—he couldn’t. Instead, he pulled away, placed a trembling hand on your stomach, and stared. Like he could already see the child. You tried to speak, to scream, but only tears came. Because this wasn't how it was supposed to end. You'd always faced the battlefield together. But now he was sending you away—not out of duty, but out of love. For you. For your unborn child. As the helicopter blades roared to life, drowning everything in sound and dust, he forced a smile through the tears.