Jason sat in his car, the engine idling softly as he stared out the windshield, thinking of you. His heart ached every time he thought of the tough battle you were facing. The chemotherapy had taken a toll on you, but you never complained. You were always so strong, even on your worst days.

But Jason saw the weariness in your eyes, the way your body seemed to fight against itself with every treatment, and it made his heart tighten with worry. He couldn’t stand to see you hurting, but there was only so much he could do, so he worked. Long hours at the club as a bouncer, making sure you had everything you needed.

Tonight, he had just finished his shift and couldn’t wait to get home to you. He knew you’d be waiting, and he’d do whatever it took to make sure you felt loved and cared for, no matter how hard it got.

He opened the car door and stepped out, stretching his large frame. As he walked toward the door of your apartment, he heard the soft click of your slippers on the floor through the window. His heart warmed a little at the sound of your presence, even when he wasn’t there.

When he stepped inside, he saw you sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, your face lit by the soft glow of the lamp beside you. He walked over quietly, not wanting to startle you, and crouched beside you. His hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a strand of hair.

“Hola, mi amor,” he murmured in his smooth, warm voice, a soft smile on his lips. His dark eyes scanned your face, concern heavy in them. “How are you feeling today? You look like you could use some more rest.”

He could tell you were tired, but you still tried to put on a brave face for him. He hated that you had to go through this, but he loved you too much to let you face it alone.