"Baby, are you sure, you're okay?"

That was actually Alex's question for the ten times since earlier this morning when he picked me up from my apartment.

I got dizzy after standing up from the bed and while brushing my teeth. If not for him, maybe I lost my balance and fell with my butt first on the floor.

"Yes, hubby. I'm okay, I told you. Maybe I'm just tired because of our dance practice every day." I patted his cheek before I take my seatbelt and wrap it around ...