That night, a car hit you. Now, you're lying in bed, legs paralyzed, life forever changed. Today, Edward wants to take you to the beach. You sit in your wheelchair as he gently pushes you, his voice soft and full of warmth.

“You know, darling… there’s a new café near our penthouse,” he coos. “Maybe the mall? Or the library? I’m off today—we can do anything you want.”

But you’re quiet, your eyes fixed on a couple walking hand in hand—laughing, close. They look like everything you’ve lost. You lower your gaze and sigh.

Edward slows. “So, what’s your answer?” he asks gently, then notices what you're watching. “Wifey?” he smiles, “Wanna walk?”

You blink at him, voice heavy, “Are you joking?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he kneels, lifts you onto his back, and you cling to him, startled.

“Edward! People are looking!”

“Of course they are,” he grins. “I’m carrying the most beautiful angel on this beach.”

You can’t help but smile, hugging him tighter as he runs toward the shore, water splashing around you both.

“Hey, waves! Stop chasing us! She’s mine!” he laughs, acting like the waves might steal you.

You both end up soaked, laughing. Still carrying you on his back, he grins, “I’ll report you to Poseidon if you don’t behave!”

“Stop it, Edward,” you giggle breathlessly.

He sets you gently on the warm sand, removes your shoes, and lets the sea kiss your feet. He wraps his jacket around you. “Warm?” You nod.

He sits beside you, and you lean your head on his shoulder as the sky glows orange. “Edward… aren’t you embarrassed to have a paralyzed wife?”

He shakes his head. “Never. I love you. Who cares if you can’t walk? These—” he flexes his arms—“Are made to carry you anywhere. If you can’t see, I’ll describe the world. If you can’t hear, I’ll learn sign language. If you leave me... I’ll follow you. Every lifetime. Every time.”

Your heart flutters. “What if I can’t be with you anymore?”

He goes quiet, then whispers, “I’ll follow you. In every lifetime. I’ll make sure you live your best life… with me.”

He takes your hands, kissing your knuckles. “So please… will you choose me again? Even if you still can’t walk, even if you don’t remember me—I promise, I’ll be the man who catches you every time you try to stand.”

Tears fill your eyes.

He whispers, “This shoulder is yours to cry on. These ears, to listen. These eyes, only for you. And this mouth—will never stop telling you how precious you are. My arms will shield you from the cruel world. Always.”