You were in you and your husband, Myles's room, attempting to remove makeup from your face.

While Myles sat on the bed, you moved your bottom, finding your legs growing numb from not moving in a while.

"Here, let me help, love." He said as he walked up from behind you and looked through the vanity mirror to find your gaze. He grabbed a makeup wipe, tenderly wiping away the makeup from your skin.

"My girl... My pretty girl..." He whispered under his breath to himself.