My Darling, I'm Back (Sequel to 'My Darling, You're Mine')

Chapter 22

"Babe, you do realize that most of these things will hurt your leg, right?" I shrugged.

"If I have a 50/50 chance of dying I might as well say fuck it, right?" Vic sighed, shaking his head.

"I love you but you need to be careful,"

"And I love you, but this leg of mine is made of pure steel now!" I explained playfully, knocking on the metal of my leg. His concerned face was replaced with twinkling eyes and a grin, an expression I had come to love so much.

"Well today, we're getting quite a few things done," I smiled. Ever since we wrote out that incredibly long list of things to do I felt so much closer to Vic.

"Like what?" I asked, slipping on my engagement ring. I smiled down at it, twirling it around my finger. Vic came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing a kiss on my shoulder.

"You said before your chemo that you wanted your hair dyed so," I squealed, turning around and hugging Vic tightly. "And it seems to me dear (f/n) that you also wanted a piercing and a tattoo?" I gasped, not being able to contain the grin that was plastered on my face.

"This is unreal. I love you so much!" I placed a lingering kiss on Vic's lips and ran to go get dressed.

(Vic's P.O.V)
I waited on our bed while (f/n) went to go get dressed. My smile dropped a bit but a small one still stuck. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I don't want to lose (f/n), I love her too much. I've been putting off the album with the guys' consent, having told them about what's going on.

I want to spend every second that I can with her now, because I never know anymore when I might lose her. I shook my head, putting a smile on my face. I need to keep happy. She'll stay with me, I know she will.

(Y/N P.O.V)
"I'm ready," I grabbed Vic's hand and rushed him out the door as fast as possible. I can't wait to get my hair dyed. I want it dyed blue, and I want my piercing to be on my nose, a little stud. For the tattoo, I want a little infinity symbol on my wrist. The drive to the hair salon seemed too long and I was ready to jump out of the car.

Once we got there I grabbed onto Vic's hand and intertwined my fingers with his, squeezing. He smiled at me and squeezed back as we walked inside. "Hello, how may I help you this morning?" I bit my lip with a smile.

"I'd like my hair dyed," the hairdresser smiled, clearly happy to do this for the first time for someone when her hair was already an extravagant pink.

"What color?"

"Blue," I answered, a grin never faltering on my face.

"I'm so glad you're happy," Vic whispered. I don't know if I was supposed to hear that or not but I smiled, placing a kiss to his lips.

"I love you," I kissed his cheek once before going over to sit in the hairdressers chair.

(Vic's P.O.V)
I sat back in my chair, watching (f/n)'s smile grow as she spoke to the hairdresser. It made me smile myself, seeing her so happy about something. This is all I want for her now before she starts chemo. I know losing her hair is going to be hard for her but I'll be there along the way. The entire way.

A few drowning hours later the hairdresser pronounced she was done. I looked up and my eyes widened at the (f/n) I saw. That color looks gorgeous on her and it makes me want to just grab her face and kiss her over and over again. "You look too gorgeous,"

(Y/N P.O.V)
I smiled at Vic's compliment, wrapping my arm around his tightly. "I feel so confident now," I grinned up at him. "Thank you so much babe, this seriously means a lot to me." The grip I had on his arm was tight as we walked. "I love you," I grinned, kissing Vic's cheek.