Who is he?

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Ramon asked the woman on the bed.

"Three."

"I'm holding up four."

"Tch. Stop joking around."

"She's good," Ramon said with a nod. Maverick nodded his head and kissed her knuckles. The woman turned her head in his direction and couldn't help but be awed again by his handsome face.

"Ramon?" She called the man who was checking out her pulse.

"Hm?"

"Who is he?" She whispered. Ramon paused his actions and looked up at her face.

"Who is who?" He asked his heart beating faster in his chest.

"Him," Avery replied twitching her head a little to her right. Ramon's eyes went to her right to see Maverick staring at her rather confused as he was.

"What do you mean by who is he? That's Maverick. Your husband." Ramon replied with a nervous chuckle.

"Husband? I'm married?" Avery asked her eyes growing in size.

"Avery?" Ramon called looking at his friend's face.

"Yeah?"

"Look to your right for me. Who do you see?" He asked pointing at Maverick.

"A hand