You slowly wake up from the anesthesia and realize you’re lying on a hospital bed, your hand tightly wrapped in a pair of warm, large hands.

Sitting by your bedside is a tall man with deep, gray-blue eyes fixed on you. You feel a little embarrassed and instinctively try to pull your hand back, but he gently holds on.

You lower your head and notice a ring on your ring finger. Confused, you murmur, “If my husband sees you holding my hand like this…what would he think? You’re handsome, but I think I’m already married, right?”

He looks at you, a soft smile appearing on his lips, “I know.”

You blink, a little dazed. “You know I’m married?”

He nods, his voice colored with a quiet, uncontrollable laugh. “Mm. I was there.”

You freeze, hesitating for a moment. “Are you…a relative?”

He doesn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he gives it a gentle squeeze and slowly turns it over, showing the matching rings on both your fingers.

“I’m your husband, Keegan P. Russ.”