"You look crestfallen, Iris. Did anything happen?" Tyler asked when he set eyes on Iris lying on the bed. She tried to make it seem as though everything was okay, but Tyler could tell at a glance that she wasn't ok. Even her smile looked forced.
"It's nothing, Ty. I'm fine." Iris didn't wish to whine about too many things, and she believed that talking about the situation that bothered her would only make her look like a nagging wife.
Even though she was hurting, she still had her husband in mind.
"Sweetheart, I know all's not well. You can talk to me, okay? Whatever it is, you know your man is capable." Tyler climbed the bed and scooped Iris into his arms, quietly allowing him to envelop her in his embrace. "You know I don't ever want to see you like this. So, talk to me, okay?" She put on a wry smile, remembering how her husband said he was capable. Iris knew that much, but didn't dwell on how he couldn't solve the problem on her mind.
