Please Don't Forget Me (No.3) (WHY DON'T WE FANFIC)

Chapter 35

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 35

(Noah's POV)
Being by Sammy's side while she gave birth to her baby girls made me the happiest person in the world. I was praying to God that her and Jack weren't going to get back together. I wanted Sammy and I to have our own life with her girls. I didn't care that the babies weren't mine, all I wanted was to have a family with Sammy in the short time I had left. Jack was the only thing getting in my way of achieving this goal. I wanted to spend my last few weeks with her. I wanted to get the chance to become some sort of dad to the girls. This is the only thing I want to acomplish before my life ends.
I haven't told anyone this, not even Alex.
I'm dying.
Yes you read that correctly, I am dying.
The cancer 'Lymphoma' is what killed my father, and now, it's killing me.
I never really talk about my Dad much, mainly because he was a jerk. He abused my mother, Alex and I, and stole money from us.
He was a businessman, extremely successful too, he was up to his neck in hundred dollar notes. He owned the penthouse in which I now live in, but didn't share it with my mother, Alex or I when he was still alive. The three of us lived in a worn out dump on the other side of Melbourne. The area in which we lived in was extremely shady, and that's how my mother got killed. Murdered by our neighbor, right in front of me. When my Dad died from lymphoma, we inherited everything he owned and all of a sudden, Alex and I became millionaires.
We had no idea what to do with the money, so we traveled the world for a few months before Alex became serious about the film industry, and I became serious about acting. Together we made our way to LA, booking auditions and going to directing classes.
A few months later I found out I had lymphoma and had only a few months left to live because the cancer was spreading rapidly through my bones and immune system. I didn't want to worry Alex, so I kept the information to myself. Alex and I came back home to Australia for a break and that's when I met Sammy.
Now you're all caught up and I only have 3 weeks left to live. Everyday I find myself getting weaker and weaker and I know that I have achieved nothing in life. I don't have a girlfriend, my brother is pursuing his dreams, my parents and other family members are all dead, I have no job, no friends, no life.
To be honest I'm kinda glad that I'm dying. There's nothing left to live for anyways, expect Sammy and the babies. They're my only hope of finding some sort of happiness before I pass.
A few hours went by and Jack and Sammy told us the names of the babies. Jordyn Grace Avery and Aurora Rose Avery. Hold on. Avery?
"Wait—" I said, interrupting the silence that filled the room.
"You said their names were Jordyn Grace and Aurora Rose..... Avery?" I asked.
"Yeah—" Sammy said softly, looking at Jack. "We want to get back together."
That one sentence shredded my heart into billions of pieces. My worst nightmare was coming true. I had nothing left to live for now.
Smiles spread across everyone's faces except mine. My lips curved into a frown, my face became droopy as disbelief and anger wiped over me.
"Sammy are you serious?" I asked sternly, my hands turning into fists by my side.
I ranted on and on about how Jack shouldn't be the father of her babies and how he isn't good for Sammy. He only causes her pain, suffering and hurt. I have been here for her every step of the way, and Jack wasn't.
"Noah what are you saying?" Sammy mumbled, as I concluded my rant.
"Isn't it obvious Sammy? I asked.
"I wanted to be the father figure in the girls' lives. I wanted to help you through being a parent. I wanted to own the title of your boyfriend, your husband.
I'm in love with you Sammy, but I guess you don't want me anymore—" I said furiously, walking towards the door.
"I hope you have a good life with....him." I spat, giving Jack a dirty look.
"You two deserve each other."
I slammed the door shut, storming out into the hospital, my loud footsteps echoing around me.
I was heading for the entrance when I was stopped by one of the nurses at the hospital.
"Noah!" She said, running up to me, placing her hand on my shoulder as she looked into my eyes. "How are you going?"
"Uh fine thankyou, do I know you?" I questioned, completely confused.
"You don't know me, but I know you!" She smiled, lightly tapping me on the nose with her ring finger.
"Oh ahaha." I fake laughed, trying to ease away from her.
"Anyways—" she began, twirling he hair around her fingers, fluttering her eyelashes at me. "How are you spending your last few weeks Noah?"
"I'm uhh— wait how did you know that?" I asked before I heard a voice that made my heart turn to stone.
"Noah?" Sammy's voice whispered behind me.
I let out a sigh before slowly turning around, looking into her teary eyes.
"You're dying?" She asked softly, worry on her face.
I tried to come up with some sort of cover but it was no use. I slowly nodded my head.
"Yeah—" I whispered, giving into the truth.
"I am."
A tear slipped out of her eye before she moved towards me wrapping her arms around my neck, engulfing me in a hug. Her stomach was still big, but it felt softer now that the babies were out. I rested my mouth on her shoulder as tears feel down my face, onto her hair.
"Noah—" she began, pulling out of the hug and staring me dead in the eyes.
"I love you too......"
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