You fell ill these past few months, and this was worrying Ben.

You were lying in bed, you were too weak to move.

The door to your room opened, Ben went in and sat on the edge of the bed and he took your wrist, then he putted it in his cheek while him closing his eyes smiling calmly

Ben:"Cupcake, I promise. I'll do my best to keep you healthy as ever...My poor fragile sweet cupcake." He gently chuckled and kissed your palm