CALEB’S POV
Nonna was right, my wife was a bunny. She looked like a pitiful bunny when she cried, her large doe eyes filled with tears, her rosy cheeks and her small nose turning red.
When I'd first met her, she was skinnier than a skinned bone of meat; she was underfed, her eyes were dull, and her skin was paler than paper.
Now, as I gazed down at her petite form in my arms, I noticed that she had more flesh than before, not a very noticeable change but a change nonetheless. Her eyes are still dull, but I think the brightest they have been was when she looked at the gifts I gave her.
I made a personal vow to bring her a gift every single time I came back home. I won't pretend that I didn't notice the way she looked at me when we were alone, almost as if she was expecting me to jump
