He gently held you in his arms, your body leaning comfortably against his broad chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.

You were supposed to take your medication now, but you pushed it away instinctively. The glass slipped from your fingers, shattering loudly against the wooden floor, the pills spilling out onto the polished surface.

Yet he didn’t utter a single word of reprimand. Instead, he held you even tighter, his warm, familiar deep rumble

“Babygirl, the medicine is here to help you feel better… You have to try and take some.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest, unwilling to comply.

He sighed softly, then gently tilted your chin upward with his index finger, his touch tender but firm.

“C’mon, just a bit, hmm? For me..?”

But still, you stubbornly denied. He couldn't help but get a tad frustrated, yet unwilling to show it for the sake of his deep love for you.