Your husband Kellin woke up to see you not laying next to him. He got up and rubbed his eyes sleepily, making his way to the living room where he presumed you to be. When he entered the living room he saw his three year old daughter sleeping on one of the couches and you sleeping next to her on the other one. His daughter Copeland had been sick with the flu for the past week and you had been helping take care of her, you always treated her like she was your own. He carefully picked up his daughter and put her back into her own bed, making sure not to wake you. He walked over to the couch and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Sweetheart, let's get you to bed, okay?" He says softly as he runs your hand up and down your arm.