Tom and Desai are brought together by circumstance, friendship, and understanding of what each other really need from the other. A monster threatens their happiness, but they rise above to reach the pinnacle they both want and need. True love always...
Tom came in the next day to find Desai asleep and that a catheter had been inserted. He also found her latest journal lying open by her side he couldn't help but read her latest writing.
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My life doesn't seem real. Truly it doesn't. I'm married to the most wonderful man who treats me like a goddess. Who tells me I'm beautiful even when I know I'm not. A man who loves me without reservation or conditions. I cannot do enough for him, not because I feel I have to, oh, no, but because I want to. I want to spoil him as much as I can before he or I wake up and realize this isn't real.
I haven't asked how he liked his birthday present although I know he loves to play pool. I love to hear him say, 'Eightball corner pocket.'
"What is it love?" he asked just after breakfast two weeks before his birthday.
"Let's play pool," I said finally.
Thomas looked at me playfully. "I didn't know you knew how to play pool."
I grinned at him. "Well, really, all it is is basically knocking around small hard balls on felt. So how hard could it be?"
He laughed at me as he said, "Love, it's a bit more than that. There are rules and you have to align things just right for those small hard balls to end up where they're supposed to go."
"So teach me," I said.
"Okay, just, Ummm allow me to get dressed, and then we'll head out."
"Okay." I grinned holding back a laugh. He had no clue.
A few minutes later he came strutting out of the bedroom dressed in those black jeans and a white button-down with a black vest. Did the man have to be so fucking sexy all the goddamn time?! He smiled and I swear my lady bits melted right into my silk underwear.
As he pulled the keys from his pocket I smiled at him. "You're not going to need those, earendel."
"I thought you wanted to go play pool?"
I walked up to him and traced a finger around his neck then down the front of his slightly opened shirt. "Oh, I do want to play pool ahh, just not anywhere public."
I watched his Adam's apple bob a couple of times then he said, "Darling, what are you up to?" He was suspicious.
"A game of eightball. Follow me please, sir." I smiled as I backed away from him. "Oh, and love?"
"Yes?" he asked with a smirk.
"Happy Birthday!" I swung open the door and watched as he gave the same look he had the day that he found out I was pregnant. "I know it's a little early but I couldn't wait."
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