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***Sebastian's POV***

"I love you." My lips touch Mark's forehead softly. I swear I have never felt so many intense emotions in one moment.

"I know." The cocky tone of his heavy breathing is enough to make me want to stay inside of him. I know that I can't. We have shit that absolutely has to get to done.

"Shut up." I chuckle into his mouth. God, I don't know why I put up with his shit sometimes.

My eyes roll as a brief reminder of exactly why comes into play. Mark chokes my cock as he tightens his ring around my girth. Okay, this is definitely one of the reasons he can be himself.

"If you don't hurry up and cum, you're not getting to." Mark barks his hollow threat towards me. Just before I can reply, his hips rise above my own. With a quick thrust up, I explode into the love of my life.

I flip us over, grabbing Mark's angry cock in my fist. I purposefully give him a squeeze before rapidly shifting the position of my hand up and down his throbbing dick. Mark throws his head back against the bed. As his eyes roll, I smile. Mark's body shudders as he explodes for me.

Swiftly, I lean down to kiss him before sliding out of his pulsing hole. My own cocky arrogance comes to visit as Mark repeatedly trembles on the bed. I laugh when he pants into a pillow that he pulls over his face.

"Lot of things to do. No time to do them in." I sing the mantra while heading towards the bathroom.

"Have a lot more time if someone didn't bother to edge us every fucking time we have sex." Mark's loud and boisterous accusation means absolutely nothing to me. Mark likes that I take my time. Don't let him try to fool you.

I shower as quickly as possible, leaving the water on for Mark. If we shower together, we aren't getting a single thing done today. Mark pops my ass on his way into the bathroom. I throw him a playful glare as I escape into our room.

Once we are finally finished getting ready, I look at the time. We aren't early by any means. However, we have plenty of time to get to our first appointment without additional road rage to slow us down.

Mark follows behind me, locking the living room door as we enter the hallway outside of our penthouse.

"How many things did you say were on the list?" Mark looks at me sadly as if that will make our errands any less significant.

"A handful, baby. Remember how we procrastinated yesterday? Well, today we have to pay our penance. Just smile and get through it." I pull my love into my arms for a small kiss to his lips. I can feel him succumb to my astounding persuasion.

The first thing on our list is breakfast. In the interest of time, we pick up a to-go order from the bistro beside our penthouse. We eat quietly as I drive us towards our first appointment. My doctor's appointments have gotten more sparse but they have not completely disappeared. It's only a check-up.

I remember when these meetings held more anxiety. My health has continually become more stable. This is as routine as a optometry appointment or even getting a pedicure.

As expected, we send less than fifteen minutes in the waiting room. The consultation with my oncologist takes even less time. Before we know it, we are back in the car headed towards the next item on our agenda.

"I never get tired of hearing how well you are doing." Mark looks at me as we exit the medical center parking lot.

"I can't say that I am disappointed either." I give him the most reassuring smile that I have. This cancer shit was definitely nothing that I had planned for my life. The odds of beating my diagnosis were profoundly lower than me succumbing to the death sentence. Yet, here I am. I attribute that fact hugely to Mark and our family. Without their support, I would literally not be where I am today.