FATED TO BE YOURS

Chapter 55: Uncertainties

As Sam sat alone in her car, the weight of the devastating news pressing down on her, she couldn't help but be consumed by memories of happier times with Mon. Tears streamed down her cheeks unabated as she recalled the sweet moments they had shared together, each memory a bittersweet reminder of what was at stake.

In her mind's eye, she saw them cuddling in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms, lost in the warmth of their love. Sam's heart swelled with adoration as she gazed at Mon, her eyes tracing every delicate feature of her beloved's face. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with love and reverence. "I'm so lucky to have you."

But even as she leaned in to kiss Mon, her heart heavy with affection, Mon playfully pushed her away, teasing her with a mischievous grin. "Oh, really?" she teased, her laughter filling the room as Sam's playful tickles elicited giggles and protests in equal measure.

Back in the present, sitting alone in her car, Sam's heart ached with the weight of her secret. If only Mon knew the truth about her illness, about the uncertainty that loomed over their future together. Despite the heaviness of her emotions, Sam summoned the strength to drive home, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and resilience.

As Sam entered her house, her heart heavy with sorrow, her eyes fell upon a photo of Mon displayed on her desk. Memories flooded her thoughts like a tidal wave, each one more painful than the last, and tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked.

She remembered the day that photo was taken, a day filled with laughter and joy. Mon and Sam had been playfully teasing each other, putting lip tints on each other's lips and sharing in each other's laughter.

As Sam applied the lip tint to Mon's lips, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. "Hey, Mon, hold still," she teased, pulling Mon closer. "I'm going to take a photo of you."

Mon giggled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, Sam, I'm not pretty enough for a photo," she protested, but her eyes sparkled with laughter.

Sam pouted playfully, feigning Come on, Mon, you're gorgeous. You just don't want to admit it after I messed up your lip tint."she teased back, sticking out her bottom lip in mock disappointment.

With a gentle smile, Mon wrapped her arms around Sam, pulling her close. "Oh, Sam, you know I was just teasing," she reassured her, pressing a kiss to Sam's cheek. "Okay, I'm ready for my close-up now."

But now, as Sam found herself lost in the memory, tears welled up in her eyes. The bittersweet recollection of their playful banter only served to deepen her longing for the happiness they once shared. With a heavy heart, she closed her eyes tightly, wishing she could turn back time and relive those moments once again.

As Sam held Mon's photo in her trembling hands, her heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked as she whispered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm so lucky to have you in my life, Mon. So lucky to be loved by you."

With a heavy heart, Sam settled onto her bed, clutching the photo to her chest as though it were the only thing anchoring her to reality. The weight of her grief pressed down upon her like a suffocating blanket, threatening to engulf her in its depths.

As the tears continued to flow, Sam pressed the photo to her lips, her sobs echoing in the silence of the room. "I love you so much," she murmured brokenly, her words a desperate plea for solace in the face of overwhelming sorrow.

And as exhaustion finally claimed her, Sam cried herself to sleep, her dreams haunted by memories of a love she feared she might never hold again.

As Sam blinked away the remnants of sleep, her eyes fell upon Mon's photo, back on the desk where it belonged. Confusion washed over her as she realized she had fallen asleep clutching it tightly to her chest.

But her puzzlement was quickly replaced by surprise as the aroma of freshly cooked pancakes reached her nostrils. A wave of warmth washed over her, dispelling the last vestiges of sleep as she realized that someone was in her house.

Following the scent, Sam made her way to the kitchen, where she found Mon preparing breakfast with a smile on her face. "When did you get here?" Sam asked, still trying to shake off the fog of sleep.

"About an hour ago," Mon replied, her voice soft and gentle. "I saw you were still sound asleep, so I didn't want to wake you."

As Sam obediently took her seat at the table, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the sight of Mon serving her breakfast. "You didn't have to do this, Mon," she murmured, her exhaustion evident in her voice.

But Mon simply smiled and replied, "I want to, Sam. After all, I'll be your future wife, so I should start preparing in advance." Sam's heart clenched at Mon's words, the weight of their impending marriage settling heavily upon her shoulders. If only their love could cure all ailments, she thought wistfully.

As Mon settled across from her, she couldn't help but notice the tiredness etched in Sam's eyes. "You look exhausted, Sam," she remarked, her concern evident in her voice as she served Sam a plate of pancakes and a steaming cup of coffee.

Sam's curiosity was piqued by Mon's observation, and she couldn't help but give her fiancee a curious look. "I noticed," Mon explained gently. "You should eat now and regain your energy."

As Sam watched Mon eat her pancakes, a sense of dread washed over her. She couldn't shake the feeling of impending loss, the fear of what might happen if her illness took a turn for the worse.

When Mon got a little clumsy and spilled her coffee, Sam's heart skipped a beat. Without a second thought, she rushed to Mon's side, frantically wiping the coffee from her dress and lips. The sight of Mon's vulnerability only served to deepen Sam's despair.

"You're like a baby when you eat," Sam blurted out, her words laced with sorrow. "Who's going to take care of you when I'm gone?"

Mon's brow furrowed in confusion at Sam's words, and Sam quickly backtracked, correcting herself. "I mean... when I'm not with you."

But the damage had been done, and Sam couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that gripped her heart. The thought of leaving Mon behind, of not being there to care for her, was almost too much to bear. And as she looked into Mon's eyes, she saw her own fear reflected back at her, a painful reminder of the uncertainty that lay ahead.

With a heavy heart, Mon countered Sam's despairing words with a question, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "But you'll always be there for me, won't you?"

Sam's gaze softened as she met Mon's eyes, her own heart heavy with the weight of their situation. "Always, babe," she whispered, the words a solemn vow of commitment and love.

But even as she spoke them, a knot of fear twisted in Sam's stomach. How could she promise to always be there for Mon when the future felt so uncertain? With each passing day, the specter of her illness loomed larger, casting a shadow over their once-bright future. And yet, in that moment, all Sam could do was hold onto the fragile hope that their love would be enough to see them through whatever trials lay ahead.