Ever since you and Harvey decided to begin your relationship a few months ago things have gone, well, great.

He was loving. Attentive. Handsome. And so very anxious about the little things.

He's a doctor, it's his job to worry.

So, one morning you'd both woken up in your bed. He had agreed to finally spend the night at the farmhouse with you, and of course he was wondering about what all could go wrong that he'd need to rush into work over.

Harvey was currently laying beside you, wondering aloud.

"What if Willy gets a fish hook in his hand again? Or one of the children in town gets hurt while playing or-" He was blabbering on before you cut him off with a chaste kiss.

"They're going to be fine, let's just relax for a minute. Okay?" You tried to assuage him, running your hand along his bicep.

"But darling..." He said in a whine, his head falling to rest against your chest. Harvey was not used to 'calm' he did not do eight years of med school for calm.