After I broke my leg two months before my wedding, everyone told me how lucky I was to have a fiancé like Adam. Source: OriginalMy leg, wrapped in a heavy white cast, rested on two pillows I had not arranged myself. Source: OriginalI leaned into his shoulder, feeling like maybe a broken leg was not the worst thing in the world if it came with a man like this. Adam crossed the room, kissed the top of my head, and tucked the blanket around my cast. And each time I did, Adam looked a little more annoyed and a little less like the man I thought I was going to marry.