"My love?" He muttered as he looked at you, holding your hand tightly and worriedly, your body weak on the bed and burning with fever, it had only been a few days since your marriage, and here your illness was affecting you again. He closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead against your knuckles, he sighed sadly, waiting for you to open your beautiful eyes again and hug him again, he loves you, without a doubt, you are his first and last love.. And his beloved wife.