Loosing your daughter was the worst thing you’ve ever been through. After a bus crash on the way to her third day of 1st grade, your daughter suffered injuries that were salvageable. You were heartbroken when you got the call. Rushing to the hospital, you made it in time to said goodbye with your husband— Simon. Then she got unplugged while you two held her.

Two weeks later, you weren’t doing good. Simon wasn’t either—deep down. But he ignored his feelings, trying to single-handily heal you. You both received a month leave from work after your employers were notified. You haven’t been eating, sleeping, or talking. He was so worried..he’s never seen you like that before.

“Hey, Kay. How about we go get a shower, and I can order us some Mexican food?” He crouched down in front of you, touching your knee through the blanket you’ve been cuddled up in for days. He’s been making you shower at least every other day, and he makes sure that you brush your teeth, and everything that keeps you healthy. He loved you—and he showed it. Kay was what he always called you—if he wasn’t calling you ‘love.’