Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 84

I spent most of the next day in deep thought.

I'm dying.

I never thought that this would be how I would die. It's morbid, but I think about it a lot. I always imagined myself dying peacefully, at an old age. Maybe around seventy or eighty. I never thought that I'd die at the young age of twenty-four.

I thought my life would be full of purpose. I felt like I would leave this earth knowing that I've done something right, like I would be okay with dying. Instead, I feel like I haven't done enough. Sure, I'm married to the love of my life, I have a beautiful daughter and I have a job that I love, but that's it. I've never done anything more exciting. And now it's too late. With the looks of it, I'll be dead before I turn twenty-five.

Toby was more hurt than I was. I understood why, but I didn't see any reason for him to be sad. He knew it was coming eventually. Death is inevitable. It's unavoidable. And he's going to lose me the same way he lost his mother. To cancer.

I'll never get to see Valerie grow up. I'll never get to see her become the beautiful, successful, intelligent woman I know she'll be. She's my baby. Every child needs their mom, and she won't have that.

She won't have me.

Toby, sleep-deprived and obviously depressed, took me to the hospital the next morning. The day of Melissa's wedding.

"Spencer, I know I've already asked you a million times, but can you please just consider getting treatment?" Toby begged. I know how hurt he must be. He wants me around a little while longer. He lost his mom because she didn't want treatment. I'm not going to let that happen to him again.

"I'll think about it." I say. I don't see the point in it, though. Why continue living in pain when you can just die, and have it over with?

"I love you. Don't forget that. Ever." Toby said, leaning over to give me a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you more." I say, kissing him back as we made our way into the hospital.

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They took me into the room for my CT scan, to make sure what they found was in fact a tumor. They could have made a mistake, but they were confident that it was a tumor.

Glad to know that they're 100% sure I'm dying.

"That's odd," I heard one of the nurses say. I wanted to get up and ask what was wrong, but I had to remain still.

I heard a couple whispers and murmurs, and they helped me out and took me to another room.

I waited for an hour.

"Is there something wrong? Has it gotten worse?" I ask.

Toby was to saddened to answer me.

The doctor came in, and he had a gigantic smile on my face. It made me extremely uncomfortable. Who smiles when visiting their dying patients? We're depressed. We're dying. Grieve with us.

"Mrs. Cavanaugh, we would first like to apologize for the inconvenience," he said, "we're so sorry, but I believe we misdiagnosed you."

Toby's frown disappeared, and his face lit up. So did mine.

"I don't have cancer?" I asked. The doctor shook his head, and Toby hugged me.

They were wrong. I'm not dying. I'm going to live to see Valerie grow up. I'm going to grow old with Toby, and I'm not going to die young.

"However," the doctor continued, causing my heart to stop.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly scared.

"It wasn't a tumor that we found," the doctor said.

"What did you find?" Toby asked.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Cavanaugh, you're pregnant!"