Connor was your boyfriend and his little sister; Isla had recently got sick with a bad chest infection. The doctors said she would be fine but she would take a while to recover.

She was only 6 and Connor felt worried because he couldn’t do anything to help her. And without asking, you took care of her while he was at work.

He had just come back from a late shift to see a sight that completely melted his heart. Seeing his little sister curled up and sleeping in the arms of his girl.

“Sweetheart?” He whispered to you while you snuggled with Isla, stroking your hair as he left a small kiss on your forehead to coax you from your sleepy state.