Stef and Lena (MyLove)❤️

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STEF POV:

After hearing my dad say he's proud of me and that he's finally accepted my sexuality and my marriage with Lena means the world to me. I've been waiting so long to hear this. My whole life has been disapproved by him and now finally he's accepted me.

Soon after spending a full hour on the maternity ward with Lena and my father in her room; the midwife walked in.

"Lena, how is everything this evening?" She asked.

"Good, I think she's moved" Lena replied.

"No pain?"

"Not for a long time now" she replied.

"In that case, you're good to go home" the midwife said.

"When can I go home?" My father asked almost jealous.

"I don't know, I don't specialise with your condition but Soon hopefully" our midwife replied to his question.

So a good a hour passed of chatting before Lena finally stood up to pack, so I stood up and helped. Once the suitcase was full given the fact we didn't know how long Lena would be here she started to lift the suitcase off the bed until I stopped her.

"Hey hey, no heavy lifting" I demanded as I picked it it and put it on the floor for her. "I don't want anymore harm" Lena rolled her eyes but shredded a small smile, it's clear she felt a little incapable.

"Thanks" she replied as she started to roll the suitcase out the room and to her car with me following.

We arrive at home. "I never thought  id miss home so much" she admits walking into our lounge and laying full back on the sofa.

"Why don't you get some rest in your own bed and I'm going to go back and check on dad for an hour or so. I'll be back" I suggest as Lena agrees, gives me a kiss goodbye and heads of to bed, she is exhausted bless her.

I head back to the hospital and I'm the corridor I see his nurse. "Mrs Adams Foster, xoxo May I have a word" she asks.

"Yes? Everything ok?" I question with concern.

"We're not entirely sure, Mr Foster doesn't seem to be getting any better, his heart is remaining at low pulse and his blood pressure is becoming rapidly high. We're not sure how long fhe has left" she sadly spoken which felt like a knife being stabbed through my stomach repeatedly. Although my father and I have drifted, he used to be my everything, I looked up to him and I cannot lose him now, especially not when I've only just got him back.

"He cannon leave now, I've only just gotten him back. Is there anything  that can be done?"

"We've done everything we can, a heart transplant is too risky for his age. I'm sorry" she says putting her hand upon my shoulder with sympathy.

"Can I see him?" I ask.

"Sure, id try and see him as much as possible over the never few months" I nod in return and walk into my fathers room.

I couldn't even put on a fake smile, everything was running through my head.

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost" frank jokes to me chuckling a little.

"I pray to god I'm not... dad... did you know you're not getting any better?" I ask with concern.

"Stef..." he replied hesitantly.

"You knew! And didn't even think to tell me dad. I thought..." I tried to finish what I had begun to say until my emotions got the better of me. It felt like I was being strangled and my breathing was becoming faded by my cries.

"Sweetheart..." my father begun as he tapped his hand on the bed signalling me to sit down, which I did. "I didn't want to tell you yet, and I asked the nurse not to yet. I've only just gotten you back and fixed things with you and Lena. And now that I've got a grandchild on the way, I cannot lose all this again. I want to have what I have now without anyone feeling sorry for me and questioning when my last day is."

I understood that, it's exactly how I feel too, I've only just gotten him back and I can't lose him. He's going to be a grandfather again and he can't just dispose that now. "I-i understand that dad, I do, but I wish you had told me, I hate not knowing"

"I know, I'm sorry"

"Does mom know?" I ask and instantly he grits his teeth and tilts his head awkwardly to the left. "I guess not, dad you need to tell her!"

"Why, it's not like we're in love. I love your mother very much, obviously we've had a past, and I'll never lose the feelings I've had for her, I'm just not in love with her and I don't need her stressing" he states, I get that she is a stressful person and will always want what's best and will be nagging, but I'd hate to not know any longer than now, I know what it's like to be in the dark about all this and it's time she knew, before it's too late to even have the chance to say goodbye.

"dad, you need to tell her" I empathise as he rolls his eyes and signals a 'yes' by nodding his head.
He picks up his phone and texts: 'I need to talk to you. It's important x'
"There, she should be here later on today, I'll tell her" he agrees.

But I want to be there when he tells her. I need to know he tells her and I need to know how she will handle all of this, but in order to do so I need to tell Lena.

I send her a message also: 'it's dad, I'm going to need to stay a little longer than arranged, you're welcome to come down to us after your rest :(.' Lena clearly knew something was wrong and messaged straight back: 'I can't rest, I'll be right there x'

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A/N: sorry I haven't got to update recently but I'm planning on coming back on track, I've been busy finishing my GCSE's which I have finally done. Woooo! And my birthday and prom, but I'm all good now.
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