You had just had top surgery. Your boyfriend and love of your life, Tyler Toffoli, was right by your side through your whole transition.

That man adored you. He really did. He had helped you through your whole transition. The testosterone doses, the various appointments, etc, he was there through it all.

Now, as you stirred awake, the anesthesia still lingering in your system, you opened your eyes to the sight of Tyler sitting beside you, holding your hand.

His eyes softened when he saw you wake up. "Hey, pretty boy.." Tyler said as he reached over with his free hand, brushing your hair away from your forehead. "How are you feeling?" He asked, stroking your hair.

"Mm.." You grumbled, leaning into the touch. " 'm fine..." You mumbled.

Tyler raised a brow in amusement. "Yeah?" He asked, continuing to run his fingers through your hair. "You finally got the surgery, and your only thought is that you're fine?" He asked sarcastically.

"What...?" You mumbled, feeling your chest. Then you realized... You were flat chested. "Where did my boobs go?" You asked suddenly.

Tyler chuckled softly, his hand now lingering on your cheek. "Oh, honey..." he said, his thumb grazing your cheek.

God, this man loved you.