Life Unexpected (Previously Called Sex Slave)

Eight

We ended up walking through Central Park. We had small ice cream cones in our hands as we walked in silence.

"Do you think we could sit down somewhere?" I asked turning to Ashton.

"Yes, of course" Ashton said,  leading me towards a bench.

"Sorry. It's just my back and feet are killing me, I've been working double shifts lately."

"It's fine violet. I don't mind sitting down for a bit."

There was a bit of a silence for a few short minutes before he broke it.
" I wanted to apologize to you, for what happened that day at the diner." Ashton said sincerely.

"It's fine. So you got a little mad, I'm a waitress I'm used to being yelled at by customers." I told him shrugging his apology off.
He grabbed my shoulders, turning me to face him.
"I am genuinely sorry for yelling at you Violet. I know you saw me earlier in the day and-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me Ashton. I already told you its fine." I said cutting him off.

"Please, just let me explain Vi, please."

I looked up into his eyes and could see, a hint of pain and sincerity. "Okay."  

" Dillion. He's, he's sick. Or was, he was sick. He-"

"Ashton, you don't have to explain anything to me now. It's okay, I don't mind." I told him, resting my hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner.

"No. I want to explain. I want to tell you."

"Okay. Take your time to explain then. We've got all day." I said, giving him a soft smile.

"When Dillion was about 2 years old, we found a bump on his stomache."  We. He said we. Figures someone like him would be married. "He said it didn't hurt, but when I took him to the doctors he was tested to see what it was. They thought it was just a tumor, but to be safe they removed it and tested it to see if it was cancerous. He was diagnosed with Wilms Tumor."

I tried to take in everything he just said. That beautiful ball of sunshine had cancer. I don't know if I'd be able to live knowing Amelia had cancer; it would kill me know my daughter could die at any moment.

"Is it curable?" I asked. I would have said I'm sorry, but I know how annoying it is to have sympathy and pity 'sorrys' said to you all the time.

"Yeah. He's in remission now. But I still worry about him all the time." Ashton said.

"You're his father Ashton, you're allowed to worry, especially since he had cancer." I told him, giving his arm a soft squeeze.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you for giving him chocolate chip pancakes. It's just, with Wilms, you tend to get really nausea and when Dill would eat a lot of sweets or things with a high sugar dosage, he'd get so nausea he would end up throwing up everything he ate. He's been in remission for about a year now and I still worry as if he's going through chemo still."

"You can worry as much as you want Ash, that's your son. You're allowed to worry about his wellbeing. And I'm sorry if I was a part of what worried you. As a mom I try and spoil my daughter with as much sweets as I can; I also really love chocolate chip pancakes and I think everyone should enjoy them as much as me" I said to him. He chuckle a bit at the pancakes comment.

"I haven't had chocolate chip pancakes, or even pancakes in years." Ashton said chuckling a bit.

"Are you even a human? How can you not eat pancakes for that long? You're crazy! Amelia and I eat pancakes every Saturday for breakfast, you're going to have to join us one day."