Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part fifty-seven

SOFIA'S POV

That Wednesday, James insists on taking the day off to be with me when I go see the doctor. They end up taking a biopsy of my lump and tell me they'll let me know within the week if my lump is cancerous or not. Since James' family is friends with the doctor, he assures us that he'll call us with the results as soon as he gets them. I'm hoping that means we'll get the results sooner rather than later because I haven't been able to sleep at night.

Too often has James caught me staring at myself in the mirror, palpating the small lump, wondering if it will be an indication of something that could potentially ruin the rest of my life.

I stare at my bare chest in the mirror again, wondering whether I'll ever be the same. Just then, I get a call. It's Ioane.

I answer immediately. "Aloha," I tell him quietly.

"Aloha love. Is everything alright? You don't sound okay?"

I bite my lip to keep it from trembling. "It's just—I just—I can't—" and I burst out crying, terrified of being consumed by the illness that ate my mother.

"Woah, woah, FaceTime me right now," he says.

I shrug my robe back over my chest and tie it up, hitting the FaceTime button. It shows his beautiful face and dark hair tied back in a bun. "What's wrong love? Please don't cry," he tells me. "Is it James? Did he say something to you?"

I shake my head immediately. James has been wonderful and so supportive. I wouldn't have been able to get such a quick doctor's appointment without him. "No, not at all. I don't know how to say this."

"Just...try your best. Don't worry about hurting me," he says.

I sigh. "I found a lump on my breast. We're checking to see if it's cancerous now," I tell him.

His face drops. "Did your mom have breast cancer?"

I nod my head, sniffling. "Yeah."

"I'm going to be praying for you," he says. "And I'll be here for you no matter what."

"I don't deserve you," I whisper to him. "Ioane, I'm married. Getting close to me...it'll only hurt you. I won't leave James."

"Won't or can't? Does he have something over you? Because we can go after him—"

"No! No! It's not like that at all. I just, I never should have allowed myself to get this close to you and be put in this position. I understand if you want to take a step back from me."

"Sofia, if you think that I would leave you at a time like this, you don't understand the type of man that I am."

"I'm sorry Ioane."

"Don't be sorry," he says. "I'm glad you told me. You deserve better."

"Thanks. Anyway, I should go. I don't want to talk about this anymore than I have to," I tell him.

"Okay. I'm excited to see you in a week."

That brings a genuine smile to my face. "Same, I can't wait!"

"Goodbye Sofia," he says.

"Goodbye."

~~~
JAMES' POV

"Sofia, are you looking at yourself in the mirror again?" She's been in there forever now. I knock on the bathroom door, and she pushes it open.

I see the guilty expression on her face and sigh. "Okay Sofia, no more staring at that damn lump."

She opens her robe, ignoring me and exposing her breasts again. She rolls her fingers over the lump. I never ever thought in my life that I would see Sofia's breasts this many times in a completely non-sexual manner.

I take her hand off it and pull her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her. "Come here wifey. Let me make you feel better." I kiss her forehead, rubbing up and down her back. I hear her inhale deeply, and she kisses my chest.

"Thank you for being so good to me," she says. "I-I don't know what I would do without you here. Go crazy I guess," she says, laughing nervously.

"Why don't you go put on a shirt, and both of us can get ice cream and eat in the park? We haven't done that yet," I tell her.

She smiles up at me, heading into her closet. I wait for her outside, and soon she changes into a flowery, flowy dress. We head to the park, where I buy Sofia a cone of vanilla ice cream with sprinkles.

She insists on me eating as well, so I get a chocolate cone. I don't end up eating the cone though, so she eats it for me. We walk around the park, chatting about anything other than her damn lump.

"What do you think of Damon?" She asks me.

"My sister's boyfriend? He's fine I guess. I didn't like the way he checked you out when he first saw you, but you're pretty hard to not look at," I say. She was too attractive for her own good.

"Wh-what does that mean?" She sputters.

"It just means that you're extremely attractive, and most men will probably notice you, if not hit on you when you walk into a room."

She laughs. "I don't know about that. I'm not as attractive as you are to most people," she says.

"We're probably equally as attractive honestly. We're good a match," I tell her, smirking.

She's giggling now. "Stop, I'm serious."

I kiss her temple, pulling her onto a park bench. We sit down, and she drops her head on my chest. Her fingers trace the rivers of veins traveling up and down my forearms. I close my eyes, reveling in the ticklish sensation of her fingertips whispering across my skin.

"James?"

"Yes?" I ask her.

"Did you always want to own the family's YumYum Tea Company? I mean, if you had a choice, what would you have done with your life?"

I've never been asked anything like that before. "I don't know," I tell her honestly. "I've never thought about it. I always assumed I'd get the family company, so when it looked like my parents wouldn't give it to me because of my playboy reputation, I panicked. I guess I ultimately married you as a result. Why? Did you want to be something when you grew up?"

She hesitates.

"What is it?" I ask her.

She sighs. "Well, I always wanted to be a mom."

Guilt strikes me. I know I can't give her that. She wants us to be exclusive for us to sleep together, and I can't be a one woman man.

"It's okay, I don't mean to make you feel bad about it. I knew who I was marrying when I said yes to your parents," she tells me.

"Did you really though?" I ask her.

She looks at me sheepishly. "I stalked you on the Internet. I saw that you were a bit of a party boy with a taste for wild women."

"I don't party as much anymore," I tell her honestly.

"You really don't," she says. "Now you just go out for drinks every once in a while. When did that change for you? After you married me?"

I nod my head. "I guess I didn't see the point of partying around so much anymore when you came into my life. I knew I'd rather be home with you."

"You don't find me boring?" She asks.

I laugh. "You? Boring? Never. You're the most exciting person I know."

She smiles at me. "I'm genuinely surprised by that."

Her fingers interlace with mine, and I squeeze her palm. "Tell me more about yourself," I find myself asking. "I want to know everything."

So we sit at that bench until the sun drops, chatting about anything and everything.