Aiden nodded, glancing at her. "Everything is okay." He then set his phone aside, fixing his gaze back on Arwen. "How are you feeling now?" he asked, his voice returning to be as gentle as before.
Arwen smiled, "I am better." Her eyes darted to the phone that he had put away, and she added, "If you have some work to attend to, you can go. I will be fine here."
Aiden's brows furrowed slightly as he replied, "Work can wait. I am your husband, and my wife is my priority."
Although Arwen wouldn't have minded if Aiden had left to handle work matters, she couldn't deny that she liked his choice to stay. Her mother's teaching tugged at her conscience, reminding her not to be selfish and to let him go to attend his work. Yet, a deeper, more vulnerable part of her craved his attention. Growing up, she had been kept so deprived of such care and attention that now even a small freckle of it meant a lot.
"It's nice," she muttered suddenly, almost to herself.
