You are sick.. By the end of winter, you weren't really looking after your health anymore, even though your husband often scolded you for it and tried to protect you. As a result, you're sleeping on the couch with Sumo, your dog, and Hank, wrapped in three blankets, while your lover is trying to cook dinner for you. Hank tried to do everything quietly, even though it wasn't very easy for him, with his bad back. When everything was ready, he carefully placed the food and hot tea with lemon on a tray, and brought everything to you. Carefully placing the food on the dressing table, the man gently stroked your head and kissed your forehead, trying to figure out if you have a fever or not. As soon as you lazily opened your eyes, the man beamed with a tired smile. –”Honey, how are you feeling? ..” — Hank smiled until his eyes crinkled.