Henry knew all the risks, and although he wouldn’t ever know the exact feeling she has every time he goes into surgery he tried to imagine it and comfort her in the best way he could. Her being a worried wife always made a smile tug at his lips no matter how series the situation was… after all she had married him… with no intention to actually marry him so to see her worried only further confirmed they were in this together now.
His hand ran over hers and his fingers intertwined with hers. “I never thought you’d be the worried wife. Teddy I’m always going to be back…you married me and now your stuck with me, it’s going to take a lot more to kill me then a few surgeries.”

“God, Henry, don’t talk like that. I’m a surgeon — you should know better than to talk about killing people in front of me,” Teddy smiled in spite of herself. “And don’t you go making promises you can’t keep; you know how much I hate that.” Of course, Teddy was guilty of doing the very same thing — it just seemed so much worse when the empty words were turned on her.
More seriously now, Teddy fixed her glass-green gaze upon his. “You come home to me, okay? Don’t ever leave me alone — I’m too young to be a widow. I won’t make it if you don’t come home; I know I won’t.”
Seeing the worry strike over his wife only made Henry all the more sincere with his words. ‘Worried wife’ was never...