Shortie - Jayson Tatum

Sixty Two.

Hey guys! I am so sorry this update is so late. I wanted to write more but I'm late enough.

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! 

Naomi's POV

"First day of chemo. How are you feeling?" My doctor asked me.

"Nervous." I told him honestly.

"Which is understandable but we have the best of the best and we're here to help you in anyway we can."

I nodded. It doesn't matter what this man says, I don't want to be here and I hate my body for putting me in this position.

Remember I opted for the surgery? Yeah well my cancer is a little more aggressive than they thought. It grew and now we need to shrink it, hence why I'm here.

"A nurse will over to set you up in a second. I'll check back on you in a little bit." He said then left.

I got hooked up to my machine and put my blanket on. Then my first chemo treatment began.

I looked over at Jayson who has been quiet since we got in here.

"Kind of a sucky way to celebrate our anniversary, huh?" I chuckled a little to lighten the mood but it didn't work. "I'm fine Jay." I reached my hand out to him.

"This shit isn't fair." He shook his head. "Out of all the shitty people in the world, you were chosen to have this."

He's been taking this extremely hard. Which I understand so I let him vent when he needs to. I just wish I could make our lives go back to the way it was.

"I know honey." I said softly and squeezed his hand. "But I'm still here and Dr.Munoz said it'll only be 4 treatments. By then it will be smaller and they can operate."

"I'm sorry." He raised my hand to kiss it and rubbed the back of it while looking at me. "I know I'm probably not helping with my attitude."

"No, you're ok. Nothing wrong with venting." I smiled at him.

When I say Jayson has been by my side through all of this, I mean it. Every appointment, every class I've taken, driving me everywhere. I'm beyond blessed and thankful.

"I want to tell you something. Kind of run it by you. Get your thoughts." He started a conversation.

"Ok."

"I'm thinking about retiring."

"No. Babe you're only 35." I looked at him shocked.

"I know but I'm thinking about once the season starts, it's going to get busy as hell. I need to be here with you."

"Jayson, I don't like this."

"Like what?"

"This." I gestured to him. "That what you're doing. I feel like a charity case. I don't want you quitting your dream because of me."

"You are my dream, Naomi. I've accomplished my hoop dreams, I've done everything. Won championships, gold medals, a plethora of brand deals. I have children. I've done all of that and you're still my biggest dream come true. I want to be here with you and face this challenge together."

I didn't notice a tear slipped out until he wiped it. He kissed my cheek and forehead. "Thank you." I said.

I can argue that I think he should stay in the NBA but at the end of the day, Jayson is very headstrong on what he wants. Especially when it comes to someone he loves.

That's why I love him so much. He has the biggest and kindest heart.

"So when do you think you'll be ready to tell everybody about your diagnosis?" He asked.