I knew a time like this would come — when you'd need help showering, getting dressed, shaving, and everything in between. I wasn’t uncomfortable or fazed by it. After all, you’ve been my wife for three years, and I’ve seen more than enough of you.

Still, I understood your need to hold on to some semblance of independence. But at this stage, it’s my job to make sure you’re not overexerting yourself — and, respectfully, I don’t care how much you want to do things on your own.

"So stop being stubborn and let me bathe you," I said, standing in front of you, my gaze drifting from your stomach up to your face.