Jemily One Shots

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Prompt was given by @rxbarratt

Emily's POV
"Mmmmm good morning princess" I mumble to the most gorgeous woman in the world, who happens to be my wife. It was a quiet morning, Henry was still asleep and JJ was starting to come alive. I swear the second that woman falls asleep she is out cold.
"Gvkjfvkjnrmornin" the blonde incoherently mumbles back. JJ rolls over and plants herself directly on top of me, at least she's comfortable.
"We gotta get up love, Henry's gonna be up any second, and I don't know if you forgot but we are not clothed" I rub her back talking to her, trying to bring the blonde back to life.
"How could I forget" JJ sarcastically mumbles before grabbing my boobs. This woman will be the death of me I swear.
"Haha you're so funny" I joke back.

"Babe, keep still," JJ says in a serious tone, still cupping my boobs.
"What, did my titties grow a third nipple. Ow, stop touching it that hurts" I complain. Wait, why does that hurt.
"There's a bump. Here feel it" She says moving my hand to touch. Uhh yeah that's definitely a bump. I don't think that was there last week.
"Cmon we're going to the doctors, I'll call Pen and get her to take Henry to his soccer game" JJ explains, rushing around to put on some clothes and get ready.
"Woah hold on, you think this is serious, like I could be dying or something?" I nervously say, putting on clothes myself.
"You're not going to die but you should definitely get it checked out, i'll call ahead, go wake Henry and get him ready. PG's on the way.

*At the Doctors*
JJ's POV
Well this is not how I expected my morning to go. The doctor confirmed its breast cancer in both....shit. Shit shit shit shit. FUCK. Emily hasn't stopped looking at the wall for the past 10 minutes. I don't think she is even listening to the doctor anymore.
"I suggest with the rate of growth that we removed both breasts by double incision. A treatment like chemotherapy would simply take too long and cause too much pain to your body. I'm so sorry." Doctor Smartass explained.

Well this just sucks. I nudge Emily, trying to get her to stop looking at that damn wall, what the hell is so interesting about that wall?
"Babe? Did you hear him"
"Huh, uh yeah. C-can we go now" Emily wipers, tears in her eyes.
"Of course, uh we will be in contact... about that surgery" I manage to say. Damn now in bout to cry.

Emily didn't say anything the entire way home, not that she needed to, although we would usually talk about something this serious together and not shut each other off.
"Hey beautiful, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" I shift my eyes off the road and look over, waiting for a response.
"I'll be a man." She whispers, barely hearable
"What?"
"Physically, I'll be a man. Flat chest and a penis. I won't be a woman" A single tear leaves her eye as she talks.
"Emily you will still be a woman, it doesn't matter what body parts you have, you will still be the most gorgeous woman in the world to me, no matter what you or anyone thinks" How could she think this of herself? If she feels she is a woman, she is. Period.

We arrive at the house, Henry won't be back for another 30 minutes, I take the time to get Emily settled on the couch before I call Pen in the other room.

Ring ring bitch.
"Hi my Pennsylvania petite. My godson is killing it on the soccer field, you think he'll mention me when he goes pro?" Penelope jokes. I laugh at her silly comments, not noticing that I'm now crying. When did that happen?
"Oh honey what's wrong? Does this have to do with the emergency Henry pick up this morning? Not that I don't love me some Henry time." Penelope starts talking fast, nervous herself now.
"Uhh yeah Pen, something come up with Em, d- *sniffle* do you think you could keep Henry for the night please?" I manage to get out before quietly sobbing again.
"Of course pumpkin, is everything ok? Is she hurt?"
"Well Pen *sniffle* y-yeah she is. Uhh we found out this morning she has- uhh you know what, imma go, uhh thanks for keeping Henry. I'll keep you updated" I decided it wasn't my place to tell people about Emily's illness, it's her decision to tell people or not.
"O-ok Pumpk-" I quickly hung up before sobbing again.