A mutual decision

Sarah’s pov.

The next morning, I awoke with a splitting headache, and I instinctively clutched my head in both hands, groaning in discomfort. As I lay there, the door creaked open, and Alex appeared with a thoughtful expression, carrying a tray in his hands.

His face brightened at the sight of me, and he greeted me with a warm smile, "Good morning, babe." He approached the bed gracefully and carefully set the tray down beside me.

I could only manage a weak groan in response to his cheerful demeanor, clearly still feeling the effects of the headache.

"Headache?" Alex inquired with genuine concern as he took a seat beside me.

"Deadly," I replied, wincing slightly as I inhaled and exhaled sharply.

Without hesitation, he handed me two Advil tablets and a glass of water, advising, "Take this. And have your favorite coffee. You will feel better."

I followed his instructions without question, swallowing the tablets and then reaching for the comforting aroma of the coffee on the tray.