You caught the flu two days ago that made you feel devastated. The colonel and your husband, Alejandro, sent you home.

You heard a faint knock on your bedroom door and before you could do or say anything, you noticed Alejandro walking in.

"Guapo, thank God that you're resting." He spoke up as he sat down on the edge of your side of the bed, gently stroking your head.

"How's my boy doing?"