Let's Do This 1: Stormi and Sebastian

Chapter 10: Epilogue

Stormi POV

Three years later...

     It's been three years since Sebastian was first diagnosed with colon cancer. It was such a hard thing to grasp at first. I'll never forget sitting in the doctor's office, looking around the waiting room at the other family members and patients who looked just like us. Heartbroken and desperate for something to save our loved one. I was sitting there, praying, even though I'm not religious at all, that they have good news for us. When they said it was too big to operate, I thought I was going to pass out. I took a deep breath and grabbed Sebastian's hand for support. Both ways. For him and for me. For us. No way was I not showing support, even silently. Because I couldn't speak. The words were stuck in my throat. Hell! I felt like I couldn't even breathe! 

     He did six months of chemotherapy and twelve rounds of radiation, at the same time, to try to shrink it in the hopes that it would get small enough to operate. He hated everything about that period of his life. He was too weak to go to both my appointments and his. He struggled with just his appointments. He was also determined to be done with both the chemotherapy and radiation before the baby got here so he could be in the room with me, and hold the baby after it was born. Since he wasn't well enough to come to the anatomy scan, I chose not to find out. It would be a surprise for both of us. Thankfully, two days after our son, Sage was born, we got the news that his tumor had shrunk small enough to do surgery on it! We both cried happy tears, holding each other and knowing we were getting more time together.

     Here we are, two and a half years later, still cancer-free! He handed over the reins of the company to his CFO once he got the diagnosis. He wanted to be able to spend as much time with us as he could. We didn't know what was going to happen. The day after we talked, and he admitted that's what he'd been doing and why he had been so distant, he talked with his CFO about it, while still holding the majority of the shares, and thus making sure that the publishing house still helps smaller, lesser-known writers become published as was intended all along. 

     Stevie is four, going on fourteen. Sage is three. And we're adopting a third. A little boy from Stevie's pre-k class. His name is Jettson, but he likes to be called Jett. His parents are addicts and he's been living with his grandmother. She's having difficulties getting around, so she asked if we would be willing to adopt him since Stevie and Jett get along so well.

     Before Sebastian underwent chemo and radiation, we decided to put some of his baby tadpoles on ice for any future kids we might want. A 'Just in case' type of thing. We also talked about adopting. So, we were, crazily, doing both. Yes. Both. Adopting and having a baby. Why? Well, I am currently the size of a house because we did a round of IVF weeks before Stevie came home and told us about Jett and his situation with his grandma and parents. We hadn't expected the first one to take since they told us it might not. Well, I was due any day now. We found out we were having another boy. Stevie would be our one and only girl. And she was happy about that.

     We just couldn't wait for our boys to be officially part of our family.

     Apparently, neither could they. Shit! 

Sebastian POV

     Getting up with the alarm, I noticed that Stormi's side of the bed was empty. I heard the shower going, not thinking anything of it. I laid out her navy blue maternity dress, grabbed my navy blue suit, and laid them both on the bed. I peeked my head in, letting her know I love her and was getting the kids up and all I heard was a grunt back. I just gave a slight shrug, figuring both of us were probably just tired. I mean, it had been a very long few months, and we were getting ready to welcome two new kids into our lives very soon. One of them today.