Finnigan had recently emerged from a coma, and it had been two days since he regained consciousness. He observed his wife's determination to prove she could care for him. Although he had never asked her to do so, he knew she would persist in her efforts to support him. He appreciated her devotion. Finnigan had been eagerly anticipating this moment for a long time. He suddenly grew bored while lying in bed and watching television and decided that a short walk outside might alleviate his restlessness. Despite feeling weak and aching from his wounds, he slowly rose from the bed and steadied himself with the IV pole. His legs had not yet fully recovered from the prolonged disuse. "Fin, what are you doing?" His wife quickly rushed to his side and supported him. "I just want to take a brief walk in the hallway and then come back," he explained, looking at her. "You should wait for me. You can't wander around alone," she said with concern, not wanting him to risk further injury. "Okay, Mom. I'll wait for you next time," he teased, using the nickname to provoke her. She playfully slapped his arm. "Don't call me that!" He chuckled and affectionately kissed her on the head. "Are you on duty, or did you come here just to check on me?" he asked, gazing at her.

Brielle gazed up at him, her eyes filled with warmth. "I'm on duty, but I have some free time. I'd love to take my husband for a little walk," she smiled. Finnigan's face lit up with joy as he looked at her. "That's wonderful to hear," he replied gratefully, and she gracefully led him out of the room. Finnigan began to feel weary as they strolled along and requested a brief rest. Carefully, she assisted him in settling into a chair in the hallway, then seated beside him. "Are you feeling alright?" she inquired, gently stroking his arm. Finnigan closed his eyes for a moment before meeting her gaze. "Just a bit dizzy and in pain," he confessed, to which she nodded understandingly. "Take your time. I don't want you overexerting yourself," she reassured him. Finnigan chuckled softly. "You just can't resist nagging me, can you?" he teased, glancing at her. "Nope. Not until you're fully recovered and stop being stubborn," she retorted, a playful smirk gracing her lips. He laughed and smirked in return. "I never imagined our first date would be like this," he jested. "Who said this is a date? You owe me one. So, listen to your doctor, get well soon, and take me out on a proper date," she insisted, meeting his gaze with determination. Finnigan smiled at her affectionately, wrapping his arm around her and planting a tender kiss on her head. "I love you so much," he professed, and she embraced him carefully. "I love you so much, too," she murmured, leaning against his shoulder.

Brille's cell phone suddenly rang as they sat close, wrapped in each other's embrace. She picked up the phone, glancing at Finnigan as she did. "Let's head back to your room. I need to get back to work," she said to him, her concern evident. "Are you feeling steady on your feet, or are you still feeling lightheaded?" Finnigan met her gaze and replied, "I'm okay. I can walk." With her support, he rose and accompanied her back to his room. Once there, she assisted him in lying back down on the bed. "I'll be back after work. Try to get some rest, okay?" she gently whispered, kissing his forehead. He nodded and smiled faintly as she departed for work. He shut his eyes as she left, attempting to drift off to sleep. Indeed, he realized she was right — strenuous movement was not his option. It seemed that he would need to remain on bed rest for quite some time before engaging in any physically demanding activities.

Finnigan awoke to the sound of hushed voices around him. Slowly opening his eyes, he was surrounded by his parents and in-laws. As he struggled to sit up, he offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I must have dozed off," he said and was met with warm, reassuring smiles from his family.

"It's alright, you need your rest," his father reassured him as he approached. "How are you feeling, son?" Finnigan exhaled softly. "Better, but still not very mobile," he admitted, and they all nodded in understanding.

"I hope you'll be back on your feet soon. I can't wait to challenge you to another round of golf," his father-in-law teased, to which Finnigan chuckled. "You know I'll always come out on top," he quipped, sharing a lighthearted moment with his family. 

As his father-in-law rested a hand on his shoulder, he expressed gratitude. "Thank you for taking care of my daughter," he said earnestly. Finnigan met his gaze and offered a gentle smile. "I promised you I will love her for the rest of my days," he affirmed. His father looked on with pride. Finnigan had always been a dutiful son, and his commitment was unwavering.

Brielle stood outside the room, silently eavesdropping on the conversation within. She overheard Finnigan promising her father that he would love her until his dying breath. The weight of his words hit her hard, especially now that he had almost died saving her life. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she reflected on the past three years of their marriage and regretted her actions. Wiping away her tears, she gathered herself and entered the room, where all eyes turned to her. With a hint of humor, her father commented on Finnigan's recovery time and his eagerness to resume playing golf.

In response, Crystal playfully teased Finnigan about his recovery, and they exchanged lighthearted banter. Amidst the laughter, the family decided to excuse themselves, leaving Crystal and Finnigan to enjoy some alone time. Though initially disappointed, Crystal understood their need for privacy and promised to visit again the next day, grateful for their support during Finnigan's hospitalization.

After their parents departed, Brielle rejoined Finnigan. "Hey, handsome," she said, smiling. "How are you feeling?" As she carefully climbed onto the bed, he replied, "I am feeling okay," gazing at her. At that moment, she remembered something she had heard earlier. "Fin, can I ask you something?" Finnigan's expression turned serious. "Of course, baby. You can ask me anything," he assured, wrapping his arm around her and drawing her close. "Why do you love me so much, even though for the past 3 years, all I did was just give you pain?"

Finnigan wondered at the sudden question. "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?" She looked up at him. "Can you please just answer my question?" she pressed. He nodded. "Well, like I've told you, I fell for you when we were 13. I admired the way you think, the way you make me laugh, and the way you smile. Most of all, I adore your eyes. They are beautiful, shining under the sun. If I could, I'd want to look at them 24/7, but of course, I can't do that because we need to sleep and work," he chuckled. "And, oh, not to forget, you are the first girl I locked lips with, and just you. No other girl," he admitted with a smile. She was shocked to hear that. "Do you know how I knew where you were when you didn't come home for dinner on your birthday?" He smiled and took a deep breath. "We are friends on Facebook. Maybe you didn't notice that," he revealed, leaving her shocked again. How could she have never noticed him there?

Brielle could not hold back her tears as she listened intently to his heartfelt words. He had been observing her from afar for a long time, and he felt compelled to express his feelings. Despite his apprehensions, he confessed, "I'm sorry if you feel like I've been stalking you, but I'm just so captivated by everything you do. From the day our eyes first met, I knew you were the one. You're the one who will always hold a place in my heart, the one who will bring me endless happiness, and the one I want to share my life with as we grow old together." Touched by his sincerity, she wrapped her arms around him, eager to hear more. "The past three years have been painful, but I don't mind. I'd rather endure the pain than feel nothing at all. I'd rather suffer than have someone else as my wife. Because I truly believe that one day, through my unwavering love and patience, I will be able to change your mind and heart." She felt the warmth of his embrace and the depth of his emotions as he gazed at her with a gentle smile. As Brielle listened to Finnigan, tears streamed down her face. "When you asked me to let you go, I couldn't breathe. It feels so suffocated inside. I feel like I can't live anymore if we ever separated. I am just glad that we don't, and I hope that we never will," she confessed with a trembling voice. At that moment, she realized how blind she had been, failing to appreciate Finnigan's effort in winning her heart. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with remorse. "I am very sorry, Finnigan. I was too stupid and blind," she admitted, deep sighing. "I was letting my ego win instead of trying to see the effort you made to make me love you." As her tears fell, Finnigan gently wiped them away, offering her the comfort she desperately needed. As much as she couldn't believe her luck, she felt grateful that Finnigan was her husband. After all, if he were someone else, she might have found herself divorced or, worse, facing cruelty for being as stubborn as she was. Finnigan reassured her with unwavering eyes fixed on her, "I'm not like other men. I'd never hurt you. I'd sooner hurt myself than lay a hand on you." Those words resonated with her, especially after the events of her last birthday, where he demonstrated every bit of his promise by choosing to inflict pain on himself rather than her.

Finnigan tenderly caressed Brielle's cheek as he leaned in to kiss her deeply, expressing his undying love for her. "I love you so much, Brielle Elise Byrne. I promise to love you forever, no matter what. You are the only woman I will ever love," he whispered before kissing her again. Brielle was captivated by how he spoke her full name, and his affectionate gesture equally moved her. "I love you too, Finnigan Lee Byrne. You might not be my first love, but I promise you, you will be my last and my forever," she replied, prompting a smile from Finnigan. Their tender embrace continued as they professed their love for each other.