Ever sat on the plush couch in the farm house living room, rubbing her temples as a wave of exhaustion settled over her. Allesandro, who had just finished a call, walked in and noticed her slouched posture.
"You okay, amor?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.
Ever waved him off with a tired smile. "Just a little headache. I think I've been doing too much lately."
Allesandro frowned slightly, stepping closer. "You've been looking tired a lot these days. You're eating less, too."
She chuckled. "Are you keeping tabs on me now?"
His lips twitched, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Maybe I should. You never take care of yourself properly."
Before she could protest, he knelt beside her, pressing a cool hand to her forehead. "No fever," he muttered.
"I'm fine, Allesandro. Just need some rest."
