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A month had quietly slipped by, and as June 1st dawned, it seemed as if time had been painting the world with tranquillity and beauty.
Each day unfolded like a dream, where peace settled like a gentle mist over every moment, enveloping us in its serene embrace.
In the tranquil hush of slumber, Ares enveloped me with his strong arms, drawing me close against his warm frame. His embrace conveyed both strength and tenderness as if he sought solace and comfort in my presence. Turning within his arms, I pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, my pulse quickening with concern as I sensed the fever that gripped him.
His smooth skin felt unnaturally hot beneath my touch, prompting a surge of anxiety that I had never felt before. With a tender caress, I cupped his fevered cheek, planting a kiss upon his furrowed brow, my heart heavy with worry.
"My bear."- I whispered as I pressed another tender kiss to his forehead.
In response, he drew me closer, his hold on me tightening, seeking comfort in our proximity.
"My love, how do you feel?"- I asked tenderly, my voice laced with genuine concern despite my efforts to conceal it.
"Better with you near."- he rasped softly, his words barely audible, yet laden with an unmistakable longing as he clung to me with a desperate need.
"It is going to be alright."- I whispered, my lips brushing tenderly against his cheek in a gesture of reassurance and affection.
As I carefully sat up, I extended my hand towards the crisp white covers, pulling them up gently to tuck my beloved husband in. Leaning down, I pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, a silent promise of my love and care.
Quietly, I rose from the bed, moving soundlessly so as not to disturb his peaceful slumber. The moment I was out of his reach, Ares instinctively reached out for my pillow, sighing huskily as he hugged it close and nuzzled his handsome face in it.
I hurriedly completed my morning routine, darting between tasks with a sense of urgency. First, I meticulously brushed my teeth. Then, I tended to my hair, carefully smoothing it before securing it with a clip at the nape of my neck.
After that, I made my way to the kitchen. Deliberately choosing ingredients, I assembled a delicate plain yoghurt parfait, layering it with a drizzle of honey, Ares's preferred granola, and a colourful assortment of fresh berries. I brewed ginger tea and poured a glass of water. Then, I gathered the necessary supplies—a thermometer and medication.
Quietly returning to our room, I entered and closed the door. Placing the tray on his bedside table, I settled beside him.
The moment I was next to him, Ares stirred, his movements slow and deliberate as he turned to face me. The warmth of his hand enveloped mine, a silent reassurance amidst his discomfort.
