Being Married to Sal

About a year

My POV

I woke up in a hospital bed and looked to my right. Sal was standing there with a sad smile. He walked over to me and brushed my hair out of my face. "Sal, what's wrong?" I cracked. "Sh. Don't hurt your voice," he sounded different. He sounded like he was hiding something he shouldn't be. He totally avoided my question, which was unlike him. "What's wrong?" I asked not caring about my voice. "Nothing," he quickly said, indicating that he was lying. He's such a terrible liar and he knew it. I crossed my arms and stared directly at him. This was the second time I did this to him. The first was when we met. I told him he needed to sleep more and he said he was fine. I remember that conversation like it just happened.

"You're lying. Don't lie to me. You know I fucking hate it." He sighed and started tearing up. He then hugged me tightly, crying into my shoulder. "Don't leave me," he cried. "Sal, I'm not going anywhere. I am, however, moving to Pennsylvania. It's safer." "I don't mean that," he sobbed. "Then what do you mean?" I was so confused right now. What the hell did he mean? He just started crying more and I brought him up on the bed with me. "Sal, what is wrong?"

I heard him trying to control his breathing and he shuddered at something he was thinking about. "Sal?" "They said that you have about a year to live." "What do you mean?" "You have brain cancer. They told me that there's a 75% chance you'll die." I then went into shock. That's not what I was expecting. I could feel my body become numb and I felt Sal's hand on mine. "How long?" I forced out making sure I heard him right the first time. "A year. More or less." "Will you be fine without me?" "Well, I have no choice. I mean I can't leave our kids." "Kids?" His eyes widened like he wasn't supposed to say anything. "Answer me." He sighed, "You're pregnant with twins." "What?!" I freaked. "Calm down. Before you say anything, yes, they are mine, yes I know the gender, yes they said you'll live long enough to give birth, no you most likely won't live to see them."

I then started feeling tears running down my face, quickly. "Why can't they just get rid of it," I cried. "I don't know, baby," he whispered, holding me close to him. I cried on his shoulder and he rubbed my back. "So I won't live to see Christmas?" "Probably not," he slowly said. That made me cry harder and he held me tighter, "I don't want to leave you."

"I know you don't, but I'll make these last months the best. You deserve to have the best last months." "But then afterward it's gonna go fucking downhill. You won't have me." "I know," he choked. "Just promise me one thing." "Anything." "If you ever get married again, don't think I won't love you. Don't forget me. I will accept whoever you marry unless they are mean to our kids." "I promise." I smiled a small smile and held onto his shirt tightly. I was always gonna watch over them, no matter what.