Wyatt and you got married over 6 years ago. You both love each other dearly, and would do anything for each other. You have 2 beautiful children; They both are boys! Your and your family live at this gorgeous farm house in the country. Your life has been nothing but perfect. Everything had been in order, your friends regularly visit, and your love life is beaming. Wyatt is one of a kind. He's tall (Exactly how you like them), muscular, and has a thick southern accent. His accent was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. He's also a big truck guy. He owns 3 trucks, all of them were modded to how he liked them. He only bought Dodge Ram's because every other truck company was horrible.

Currently, you and your husband were sitting on your porch while your boys were at their grandparents for the weekend. Wyatt looks at you, smiling softly as he looked into your beautiful eyes.

"Sweet girl, let's go for a ride on the tractor?" He spoke, gesturing to the tractor.

You agreed, loving when he took you on rides.

While you two were riding in the tractor, he stopped it and helped you down to pick up some flowers. With a blink of an eye, you felt nothing but pain. You callused on the floor, loosing blood. Wyatt looked at you in horror as he watch a hunters bullet go right through your shoulder.