The next morning, Ethan came downstairs and was greeted with the sight of his little wife with an apron tied around her waist, her lips moving as she mumbled to herself.

“You’re up, dear”, she said when she saw him, “Breakfast is ready”.

She helped him push his wheelchair to the dining table. Ethan studied her, her smile was radiant enough to rival the sun streaming in from the windows.

“If I could have a good morning kiss…”, he said, “… it would certainly improve my ...