He kisses my nose while we wait, he has an oncologist appointment and then we're going on a date. It's a check in type thing and he's been perfect every time so he'll probably be the same now. "Shawn," I chuckle my hand on his shoulder while he moves to my lips pushing me back against the wall. "Shawn, baby stop it." I chuckle leaning my head against his shoulder. I always just stay out here. He thinks it's easier so I just sit and wait, it's never too long but sometimes it feels really long. "You're gonna get called and you won't even know because you're so occupied with kissing me." He chuckles at me remake kissing me again.
"I want to assure that you feel loved." He smiles while his names called. He stands giving my forehead a soft peck before mumbling, "I'll be out in fifteen." I nod opening my phone but watching him until he gets to a point that I can no longer see him. I scroll through Instagram even looking at some texts and talking about the photo shoot I have in a few hours before I just sit. Bored but pretending to do something.
"Ms. Mendes?" Is called softly bringing my attention upwards. "You're wanted," She smiles pointing and giving me simple directions on where they are.
"I'm here," I walk in with a raised eyebrow but Shawn looks so upset. His oncologist sighs pointing to the seat next to him.
"It's back," She sighs making me pout. It's disappointing that after so long with nothing it's just back and deciding to ruin our lives. "And there's three kinds," he just looses it, he looked like he'd hear it before but he just wasn't ready to hear it again. His head falls on my shoulder while I try and comfort him even though I wanna cry myself. "There leukaemia, lung and bone marrow cancer." She explains and I nod mainly paying attention to my crying love. His lips press against my shoulder than my neck and my cheek and then my own, and it's quickly and pretty swiftly too. "Mr. Mendes you wouldn't want to be doing that, you'll pass germs and that could make it all worse." He stops nothing only moves harder.
"Shawn," I mumble but he tries to shut me up with his tongue. I never want our kids to end but it has to, and it will. I just don't like the thought of potentially not getting to kiss him. "I know baby," finally he pulls away but in tears while he pulls me into his lap cradling me. "I know," I hum playing with his hair while I still can.
"You've got three days before we bring you back in to check and that might result in you getting a permanent bedroom here." He shakes his head simply.
"I'll be back in three days I don't wanna know anything else." He shakes his head.
"You can't kiss her, for these three days, no sexual activity nothing like that but you can hug." She sighs a little while he nods just tuning out everything else. "I'll see you in three days."
"Three," he nods to himself. "Make it really late at night?" He pleads almost. "That'll give us more time." He looks me up and down pretty much unable to contain himself.
"Why don't we go home?" I run my hands over his back. I'll run you a bath and we'll just sit in the bathroom and talk and cuddle or whatever you want for hours and hours.
"What about your shoot?" He pouts.
"I'll cancel, I have lots of time for this stuff but I might not with you." My eyes widen as do his as I realize what I said. "I'm so sorry, I meant outside of a hospital room. You're gonna come home with me one day, I promise." I jump up and he holds me. He just holds me there no movement or anything of the sort just genuine human contact. "Let's go home teddy bear, I'll help you destress."
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"Wanna fly out to BC tonight? We'll visit the kids once more, we'll stay all day tomorrow and then we'll come back early morning and then go to your appointment?" I lay in his chest. We sit in our bathtub contemplating everything. Why is this happening to us?
"Yeah, would you?" He sniffs a little and I nod quickly.
"Anything you want, it's yours just tell me." I look up at him while he looks down, right at me, right in my eyes with a look of sadness.
"I want you to stay with me," He looks at me with pleading eyes. "For as long as you can, I want you in my hospital bed, I want you in the room, even at the window once a week or once a day whatever but I want you there to watch my journey." He explains touching my hand. "If it's not looking good I'll tell you as soon as I know and I want you to tell me the same."
"Always," I nod standing slowly and wrapping a towel around myself. "I'm gonna call about our flight and I'm gonna get changed and pack us an outfit or two." I nod before he pulls me back.
"I might not be here everyday," he takes deep breaths slow deep breaths. "But if you ever need a shoulder," he stares at my quivering lip. "You can have mine." I let a couple tears fall at a time staring at my feet rather than him. "I'm gonna make it until your birthday, at least." He nods kissing my forehead. "And if I get really lucky I'll get to celebrate another year of being with you." He smiles, seven years ago he wrote me a song, the cutest songs ever as a anniversary present. We've started celebrating our anniversary together. And I plan on continuing that tradition until my days end.
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Makeup remover wipes S.M.
أدب الهواةThe sequel to Makeup S.M. Reese still hides, she won't come out of her shell he's trying really hard and maybe he could end up her makeup remover.
