"Ly…Lyra." A faint whisper leaves Cyrus's mouth, and slowly he blinks his eyes open.
I scoot closer to him, tightening my grip on his hands. "Yes! I'm right here, baby." He attempts to sit up and help him out and place a pillow behind him to support his back.
He frowns once he looks at me, his kids still heaving. "Are you okay?" He croaks out, his lips dry, causing him to lick them.
My eyes well up at his question.
He is lying on the bed injured, and he is asking me if I'm okay.
I'm going to marry this man.
"Are you okay?" I ask back.
His lips pull up in a tiny little lazy smile. "Of course! What could go wrong when you are by my side?"
"Shut up! I'm so mad at you." I throw myself into his embrace.
He doesn't waste a second and wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer. "Did I scare you, princess?" He kisses the top of my head and rests his chin there.
I nod wordlessly, and he chuckles a little, but it turns into a fit of coughs.
