"No need," Alexis dismissed the offer with a wry smile.

"If you injure your hand again, will I have to be your lifelong caretaker?"

Undeterred, Leonel followed Alexis into the kitchen. Her lithe figure moved gracefully as she prepared their midnight snack, her back a testament to its elegance.

He propped himself against the kitchen counter, observing her silently.

Had he not been so foolish in the past, that might have been their everyday life with Alexis. They would each pursue their own careers, work through the day, return home in the evening, and share the task of cooking. Although most of the time, it would likely fall to him.