"um, maybe it's your bad nose?" i suggested from behind the bathroom door while trying to put the cigarette out.
"ouch. my nose works perfectly fine." michael replied as i heard him walk around my room.
i quickly sprayed deodorant on to try and mask the small and stuffed the cigarettes and the lighter in my bra.
i opened the door and stared at him with a nervous smile.
"how are you?" i asked as i leaned against the door frame.
"curious as to why it smells like fucking cigarettes in here." michael replied pretty nonchalantly.
"i don't smell anything." i shrugged.
"indigo, i smoked weed as a kid, i know what cigarettes smell like." michael spoke with a tiny smile before holding out his hand.
"what?" i spoke innocently as i stared at his hand.
"hand them over." he spoke with a slight eye roll.
i handed him the pack slowly.
"b- "indigo! good news!" luke spoke as he barged into the room.
"ew, michael i didn't know you smoked cigarettes. you better not be offering that to her." luke spoke firmly.
"what? no no, mate you know i don't smoke." michael spoke as he shook his head.
"it was mine. i do it when i'm stressed. mom knows about it." i spoke simply as i took them back.
"yeah, no. you're not going to be smoking in my house." luke spoke as he swiped them back from me.
"b- no buts." luke interrupted as he put them in his back pocket.
"why did you come in here anyways?" i asked as i sat down on my bed.
"yeah! you're mom has a heart. she's going to get her transplant!!" luke smiled.
i swear my heart skipped a beat in that moment.
"really?? this isn't some sick joke right?" i spoke as tears entered my eyes.
"it's not. you're mom is going to be okay." luke replied.
i wiped the tears that were falling from my eyes. i was going to have a mom.
after the boys left my room, i fell asleep with a happy heart that maybe everything was going to be okay.
i woke up the next morning and headed to the hospital with the boys to go see mom.
i ran up the stairs and into her room to see her smiling from ear to ear.
"you did it!! you're getting a transplant!!" i spoke with tears in my eyes.
"yes baby i am!! everything is going to be okay." mom smiled as she hugged me tightly.
"when's the surgery??" i asked.
"in the next couple hours. i need to start prepping for surgery soon. the heart just came in, so they want to start the transplant while the heart is still good." mom smiled softly.
i nodded and gave her hand a squeeze when a man came in with luke right behind him.
"so, this is dr. huntington. he's the head cardiothoracic surgeon. i'll be watching, but i'm not a surgeon, just a consultant." luke smiled.
"hello, this surgery should go pretty smoothly. thank you for trusting me to do it." dr. huntington smiled.
"thank you for doing it." mom smiled back.
"okay, so we need to start prepping you for surgery. i'll take indigo to the waiting room." luke spoke softly.
i lunged over and gave mom a huge hug before walking out with luke.
COUPLE HOURS LATER
i was still sitting there waiting to hear back about the surgery. the boys have stopped by in rotation to make sure i was okay.
i couldn't eat or drink. i was so nervous and felt like throwing up at the thought of food.
all of a sudden i saw dr. huntington come out with a relaxed smile.
"she's okay. she's going to recovery. no complications what so ever." he spoke softly.
i felt tears enter my eyes again as i went in and hugged him tightly.
he hugged me back.
"can i go see her?" i asked softly.
"of course." he spoke as he led me to mom's room where luke was waiting and monitoring vitals.
"everything's looking great. thanks mate." luke spoke with a smile.
"anything for you." dr. huntington replied.
i sat by mom's bed and waited for her to wake up.
the boys let me stay with her overnight. they didn't let me. they physically couldn't force me to go home.
during the middle of the night i was woken by mom gently tapping my shoulder.
"mom? do you need anything?" i spoke pretty alertly.
"water." she mumbled out.
i quickly ran over and grabbed her water.
"how do you feel?" i asked.
"as good as new." she smiled softly.
everything was going to be okay.
