Diagnosed with a terminal ailment, Ashley Grayson divorces his husband Jonathan in hopes he will be able to move on. But plans go south when Ash ends up falling in love first, with the last person he expected...
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(^Christopher Caspian POV)
I pick up my leather boot from the floor, adjusting it to my right foot and pulling the zipper while deep in thought. I let go of my foot and it smacks the ground with a loud thump.
"Daddy...It's too big," Jamie whined as I place the boot on my eldest son's foot.
"You just need to break them in kiddo," I rubbed his shoulder as I zipped up his winter jacket. "
Okay daddy," My quiet six-year-old sighed. Before following me out the door and into the snowy driveway.
My wife had said something before we left, but I couldn't remember the sound of her voice nevermind the words she used.
Jamie crawled into the front seat by himself and buckled up before I reversed out of the driveway. But just before turning out onto the main road I took a look over at my son. His long wavy brown hair tousled at his shoulders, a small green beanie with a frog face that kept his head warm as he reached out his little hand and turned the vent towards his face. His cheeks were a perfect rosy pink against his pale skin and his big brown eyes were conservative as he quietly sits back. He was always so shy, ever since he was a baby.
"Jamie," I called his name and he looked up at me.
"Yes," He pouted with his perfect pink lips.
My son was beautiful.
"You know I love you right?" I had asked him and he nodded quietly.
"And if I ever left you would stay strong for your mom and brothers right?" I asked nodded again with a worried frown.
"But you're not going anywhere right daddy?"
A sharp knock disturbs my thoughts. It was too early for the nurse drones to be bothering me with needles and medications.
"Come in?" I call out and the door slowly opens as I wipe the small tears from the corners of my eyes.
"Good morning," I recognized Jonathan's deep, husky voice as he steps into my hospital room.
"Hey! what brings you here so early?" I chuckle with a small sniffle. Hoping the tears don't show.
"Well...I don't really know, I just thought I'd check up on you is all. I had nothing better to do," he shrugs as he closes the door behind him and stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"I'm sure your husband had a field day with that one, come on over Johnny, You're standing all awkward like we aren't friends," I coax him and his small smile could make anyone's day. He finally comes over and sits in the chair next to my bed.
