“What?” She asked, not believing her ears. “We… yes, you’re my husband, but we don’t… It is so improper!”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“You’re expecting my child, Danika.”

“Yes, but we didn’t do it in the traditional way!”

"You are my wife! And.. I am nothing but a poor man in a wheelchair, aren’t I?” He used an almost innocent tone, but Danika knew better.

“You’re still a man.” She said, annoyed.

“That is great to hear! My masculinity was not taken from me.” He turned the wheelchair and proceeded to the bathroom. “Could you give me a towel, please?”

“Sure…” She was not in her right mind, but she went to the closet and got a towel for him. When he held it, his face frowned. “What is it?” She asked him.

“I’ll ask a new bath of towels to be delivered here.”

“Why? Those are really good, and soft.”

Hernan looked at her behind his shoulder.