Christie's POV:
"Mark, are you ready to go?" I called up the stairs.
"I don't want to go to chemo. What if I lose my hair? My hair is my money maker." He complained, coming down.
"No, it's not. It's insignificant. Your brain is the money maker, baby. Now, come on."
He eventually follows me and we go to the clinic for his chemo.
An hour later he was seated in the chair, hooked up, and staring at me as I read.
"What is it?" I asked, smiling.
"I'm tired." He said.
"We're going to be here a while. Take you a nap. I'll wake you when it's time." I said softly and kissed his forehead, raking my fingers through his hair. Soon, he was asleep.
Two hours later, he was unhooked so I woke him up.
"Baby. You did it. It's time to go home." I said, helping him up. He got in the backseat of the car and laid back in the seat.
"There you go, love. Just relax." I said.
The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror with a concerned look in his eyes.
"I'm Greg." He said softly, and I nodded with a smile.
"Christie." I said back. The rest of the day after that was quiet because Mark mostly slept.
We will win.
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