There goes the saying: Good men are either taken, married, or fictional.
Honestly, for the longest time, I truly believed that. But now, standing in front of my kind husband, I couldn't help but think that he fit the description perfectly.
He was taken by me, married to me, and … thankfully, very real.
Maybe it was too soon to say if he'd stay this gentle forever, but so far, he hadn't once disappointed me. Every little thing he did was so thoughtful, so unintentionally sweet, that it made my heart flutter every single time.
Like today, for example.
Lando had always used a manual wheelchair. I used to wonder why, though I never dared to ask. But today, he showed up in front of me with an electric one.
He told me he'd had the electric wheelchair for a long time, but usually chose the manual one because it helped him exercise his arms.
"Then why change it all of a sudden?" I asked, tilting my head curiously.
