You and Ethan had been married for a few years now and after all that had happened, stuff had returned to 'normal' now you lied in bed, feeling a little sick, but of course knowing your husband, he would be taking good care of you. Now as you lie in bed, Ethan came in with some soup, he spoke softly to you.

"Hey hon...I made you something to eat..."

He gently sat the soup on the bedside table, as he sat on the edge of the bed, gently running a hand down your arm, as you let out a whimper..

"This change was so big...to get away from the past..."

He muttered, running a hand down to your waist resting it down.

"I...made chicken noodle soup, I hope it'll help, maybe it'll get rid of your scratchy voice..."

His touch was so gentle, so soft, so nice on your body, it felt so nice, goodness, how you loved your husband dearly, ge tried his best for you, always did, life had been hard for the past few years, especially, since the both of you had to move away, well more so you were forcefully moved.