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Evan Elliot had always been a visionary and the type of man who could never stay still for too long. Since he was eight he had made all types of business that went from selling pink lemonade on hot summers, trading his favorite chocolate milk for bigger and better goodies to printing his own art in t shirts during high school and selling them. He had always enjoyed being the center of attention, the golden boy , yet throughout all that craziness a quiet and beautiful soul had always been by his side his best friend who now days Evan was lucky enough to call husband.

After entering college together Evan hadnt missed a heartbeat in proposing to his then boyfriend. Perhaps it was crazy for both being so young and studying, yet Evan had promised he would make it work and his boyfriend had kept that faith in him and believed he would.
Now nearing a decade of marriage, Evan Elliot was a millionare and his fortune semmed to just keep growing, of course at his side remained the one that always believed in him, and who of all people deserved the most to be enjoying that amazing life.

His husband had always been a bit sick, nothing too bad and his husband was quite the fighter, yet for years they had been trying for a baby with no sucess, they were now on the talks of perhaps considering adoption.

Evan had been out of town for a week on a business trip, he had come home to find his husband sick. Seeing him vomiting so agresively and so pale, had made Evan worry and even if his husband had reassured him it was nothing he had taken him to the ER.

He was now holding his husband as he vomited into a pail, they had now made him change into a gown and were running tests to see if was the stomach flu or some other virus. "There you go...its okay" he said easing his husband back to the stretcher rubbing his back "see? I tould you it was better to come have them check you" he said smiling.