Ava’s P.O.V
“You feeling any better sweetheart?” Dylan asked as he came into the room, checking in on me on his lunch break
I had been in bed sick nearly all week, think I had the damn flu or something. I was not amused, not amused at all. I can’t afford to get sick, I was in the middle of planning a wedding…our wedding was in two months and there was still a lot to do, being sick was the last thing I needed. Though Dylan has been a great help, taking over the planning, don’t know how he has the time with work and looking after me.
“No, still feel horrible. I wish I would start getting better, take some of the pressure of you. I hate that you are left to plan along with work and looking after me.” I said beginning to cry
Dylan climbed up the bed, sitting down next to me
“Hey now
