"Come on, my beautiful husband, wake up, it's time for breakfast,"

John says softly as he tries to wake you. After the night you had, he prepared a delicious breakfast for you, but you want to sleep a little longer. You're exhausted, and your stomach hurts. John gently carries you to the kitchen and places you on his lap. You're still half-asleep, but he knows he must wake you up to give you your medication. You have a chronic respiratory illness and need to take your medicine regularly for your health.

He kisses your cheek lovingly.

"Alright, my little one, my husband, you have to wake up and take your medicine, okay? You usually eat by now. Come on, don't make me feel guilty about last night and everything..."