Forever To Be Loved

Chapter Nineteen

Sorry it's short. I had to divide it into two chapters because then it would've been too long. This was more of a filler chapter, but anyways, ENJOY!

I was absolutely not a morning person. It should be illegal; I hated it that much. You can yell that the house was on fire, or that I may be drowning in water, and it wouldn’t work. Now that I didn’t have to go to school anymore, I just wanted to lie in bed being lazy. Not only was I seriously tired, but I didn’t want to get out of bed today. All I wanted to do was relax. Nothing should be allowed to get me out of my bed today, and I mean nothing.

“Aiden’s here.”

    Except for that.

    My mom laughed as she watched me sit up in bed quickly, which I instantly regretted because it made me nauseous. I was now used to those spontaneous bouts of nausea, and I knew ways that stopped me from actually getting sick. So there I sat, right hand clasped over my mouth as I breathed in and out deeply through my nose and sitting stock still.

"Are you okay honey?" Mom asked coming to my side, concern and sadness written all over her face.

Lately, mom haven't been looking like herself, as she seems older than she really is, and I can't help but feel bad. It is my fault that she's lost that shine in her eyes, and the happiness in her easy-going smile. I would do anything so that my family wouldn't have to feel an ounce of the pain that I've been going through these past couple weeks.

Aiden too, but I know what he wanted and I wasn't ready to change yet.

I still had time to see if the chemo worked, and if that didn't, I still had the stem cell surgery as my last option. I couldn't help but wish that everything worked out and I could get through my cancer, but as Doctor Moore had said, I'd waited to long and my cancer was too advanced for there to be a pretty good chance of my survival. But that didn't mean that the chemo wouldn't work, and I wasn't ready to give up. I was young and I had my whole life in front of me. I could only hope that my will to live helped me onto the next stage of recovery.

"Yeah mom. I'm okay now," I say looking at her with a smile.

"Now, you had better go get dressed. Aiden's waiting downstairs, and you're going to be late for chemo if you don't hurry," Mom said kissing my forehead.

"Thank you it's the last day," I mumbled, pulling myself from out under the covers and out of my room and into the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I rushed to my room to change into something comfortable, I was eager to see Aiden all of a sudden. I threw on a pair of light blue jeans, and a large pale pink sweater. I put my hair up into a messy bun and then I ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth before going downstairs.

I found Aiden sitting at the breakfast bar talking to my dad, while my mom was over by the sink. I'd missed Jasmine and Robert with my heavy sleeping habits and I smiled when I saw Aiden getting along with my Dad. They were talking about some football game that I had absolutely no interest in. Football wasn't my thing. I was more of a girly girl.

"Good morning Daddy," I say moving over to kiss his cheek with a small smile on my face.

"Hey sweetheart. How are you feeling today?" Dad asked looking up into my green eyes that were so much like his own.

"I'm as good as can be ... for now," I saw frowning.

"Remember, no negative thoughts," he said, running his finger down my cheek.

"I know Daddy," I say looking to the side of him at my mate.

Aiden looked exceptionally good today with a dark-blue long sleeved shirt, dark blue jeans, and with his messy bedhead hair. I just wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. As if he knew what I was thinking he grinned. The jerk. He probably did know what I was thinking as he never got into the habit to stop reading my mind. Whenever he did that, I didn't know if I wanted to be mad at him or not. He'd always do something exceptionally cute and I'd forgive him; like the loving and forgiving mate that I was.