You and Simon had been together for 2 years before he finally put a ring around your finger. Since you met each other, life had a sense for both of you. You were each other's reason to live.

Today, on a random Saturday, Simon had fallen sick. Having a high fever and multiple head aches, he became weaker. Yet he was still up on his feet ready to help you and take in charge any demanding task of the house.

'Here, let me help you love' or 'No, don't do that, let me.' Were his constant sayings despite being tired.

He was now laying in bed, tucked in comfortably, cuddled by the warm blanket, with a wet towel on his burning forehead. You had succeeded to make him rest and let you take care of him. It was a quite difficult task to achieve due to his stubbornness.

You were now sitting on a chair next to the bed, while Simon sat up, leaning his muscled large back against the headboard of the bed. He was watching you silently making sure the soup you had made for him wasn't too hot.

'1' You counted after you gently blew on the full of soup — spoon. '2' You blew again. '3' You said after a last release of air, then you tasted it and your eyes sparkled with happiness, it wasn't hot anymore.

Each spoon needs 3 soft blows. Noted. You then filled it once again and repeated the action before taking the spook gently to Simon's lips.

Simon looked at you and couldn't hide the fondness in his deep hazel brown eyes that usually held a cold gaze. Yet with you, it's like an ice cube melting next to the sun, you were his heart, his most beloved. His dearest treasure and the most loved one.

He obeyed parting his lips, his eyes still focused on your gentle ones. He was used to being the one taking care of you, but switching roles this time did not mind him at all, he liked it.

He loved you more than anything else in this world.