Laying in bed, moans and groans emitting from your mouth from the pain you're in, you can all but wish that you didn't choose dare. Last night, you, your husband Ray, and his friends Gerard, Mikey, and, Frank were playing truth or dare. All was going well until Frank dared you to jump in the lake behind your house. Doesn't sound that bad right? It probably wouldn't be if it weren't 40°F out.
A knock at your bedroom door causes you to turn your head to look. Ray pokes his head in, "You okay, baby?"
You groan as a responce.
He gives you a sympathetic smile, walking fully into the bedroom. The bed dips as he lays down next to you.
"Go away," you mumble, "You're gonna get sick too."
He pulls you into him and connects his lips to your temple, "I don't care. Through sickness and in health, remember?"
You smile, taking his hand to play with his wedding ring, "Love you."
"I love you too."
"Movie?" you suggest, looking up into his eyes.
"Star Wars?"
"Star Wars."
