Scarlett isn't sure her life could fall any further apart. On the morning her husband, Captain James Tamworth admits to cheating on her, she's diagnosed with cancer.
In the midst of caring for their two small children, battling through her health t...
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Our morning snuggles with our babies are literally the best thing on this planet. Even if it is five in the morning. I'm running on a few nerves as I go back to work for a few hours today to break me back in.
Elsie is sprawled out on James' chest while Lucas is sucking on his fingers as he sits propped up on me after his big breakfast.
"How're you feeling about going back to work?" James asks, as he gently strokes Elsie's head.
I turn to look at him and his crazy bed head. "A little nervous."
"Do you want me to have a word about Mary?" he whispers.
I shake my head. "No, I can handle her."
He stops stroking Elsie's head when she sits up to crawl over to me and follows after her. I kiss him when he leans in for one, resting my head on his shoulder. Elsie sighs as she rests her head on my chest, hugging me around the waist.
James smiles tiredly down at me. "You okay, darling?"
I nod, closing my eyes. "Yeah, just thinking about what I'm going to wear for work."
His lips touch my head. "Something comfortable. I worry this is too soon."
"Too soon to go back?"
He hums, catching himself on a yawn. "I'll have my phone by me all morning in case you need to go home."
"I think it will be nice to go back for a bit of normality. I'll only be doing two mornings a week at first," I say, but he still looks unconvinced.
He gives Lucas his fingers when he reaches out for them. "I just worry about you."
"I'll be fine," I say, shutting my eyes. "But I definitely need some more sleep."
The next thing I know, I wake up a couple hours later to find an empty bed. Once I hear them chattering away downstairs, I get up to take a shower. As usual, I try my hardest not to look down at my breast, shocking myself when I accidentally catch a glimpse when I step out.
"Jesus," I say, stepping closer to the mirror to wipe away the condensation. "Oh, god, look at me."
My breast is completely disfigured. The scar is all lumpy and from where the tumour sat, they had to dig quite deep so it's completely flat and dimpled in the middle. It looks terrible. But, it saved your life.
I grab a towel to quickly wrap it around my body, wishing I didn't look at all. Whenever I usually have to put my bra on or get changed, I close my eyes, and when I feed Lucas, I cover it so I don't have to see.
My heartbeat sounds in my ear and I feel straight back to square one. I can't do this. How can I face everyone at work while feeling so low? All it will take is one stupid comment to throw me over the edge.
