Aaron glanced at his wife with deep passion. Emma was long gone and the couple was left alone. The house was quiet and the couple glanced at each other, Lyra was nervous the whole time. Aaron could see the beads of sweat on her forehead, he steered his wheelchair towards her direction and flashed her a warm smile.
“Let's go eat,” Aaron pressed his hand on hers gently.
“Alright,” Lyra said in reply and steered his wheelchair towards the bedroom.
Back in the bedroom, Lyra spoon-fed her husband with so much care and Aaron watched her closely.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his brows narrowed. “I'm not a baby. I can eat my meal.”
Lyra raised her head to meet with his gaze, “It's nothing like that. Let me feed you, I want to.”
“And what should I do in return? Just sit here and watch
