I'm not scared of death, but when we went to our first hospital visit and they told us that our time together was limited I was scared. I was scared for Penelope. She deserves the world not this. Not the pain and suffering.
So when we walked out of the hospital I made a promise, no matter what I'm going to stay strong and live the best life I can with my wife.
"Jax?" Penelope asked on our way home in her truck.
"Yes Sweetness?"
"Are you scared of dying?" She asked me.
I looked over at her and saw the sadness and fear in her eyes.
"No baby, I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of leaving you. I'm scared that when I do die, I won't be able to help you when you need me the most. I'm more scared of losing you than anything" I told her.
She was holding back her tears, I could tell. So I grabbed her hand and held it.
"So no matter how long I live, or if the zombie apocalypse happens, to the end of the fucking world I will always be here with you." I said giving her hand a tight squeeze.
She nodded and wiped her eyes "okay" she said.
When we got home I told her to dress in her favorite dress that we're going out.
She came down in her wedding dress.
