I Got Her Pregnant (5 SOS Story)

Chapter Eighty Two

AN: PREPARE SOME TISSUES LOTS AND LOTS OF TISSUES

Amber's POV

The doctor sighed as he looked at his clipboard shaking his head. We look at him pained and anxious. He didn't talk for a while.

"Your mother, has brain cancer. Stage three. There's nothing much we can do. We can try Chemo. But, I doubt it'll work." The doctor said. My whole world starting colapsing. My mom has brain cancer. This can't be happening. First Blue now mom.

"You're lying. Mom's fine. She doesn't have fucking brain cancer she's fine. She's fine. Jack she's fine isn't she?" I look over at Jack crying as the doctor continued to tell me its all true. My world was spinning. My vision blurred. My knees got weak. My head started throbbing as I sat down on the plastic uncomfortable blue chairs. Clutching my chest.

"C-can I-I s-see h-her?" I asked my voice coming out in squeaks and shaky. The doctor nodded and told me to go to room 151.

148. 149. 150. Finally 151. I reached for the door handle. My heart rate quickens as I touched the metal knob. My heart broke into a million pieces as I saw my mom on the hospital bed hooked up to machines and IVs. She looked so pale. So lifeless. She looked nothing like my mom. The woman I know as always happy and outgoing, is laying on a hospital bed telling me that the beeping is what makes me know she's alive. She was asleep. Eyes closed. Chest moving. Mouth slightly opened.

I feel so defeated. I feel like a failure. And I know that this is cancer, there's nothing I can do about it, but I wish there was. I wish there was something I could do.

I approached mom's bedside sitting down and holding her hand tight as I let my tears flow down like a waterfall.

"Honey don't cry." She whispered softly as I took her hand in mine. But I can't help it. I want to cry. I need to cry.

"Momma you're gonna be okay right? Tell me you're gonna be okay." I begged her and held her hand tight putting it beside my head.

"I'll be okay sweetheart." She told me as she let her own tears spill. I kissed her hand and leaned down to cry on her chest.

"Mom you're not leaving me are you?" I asked her. I feel vulnerable, wounded as a puppy lost in the rain.

"Of course not pumpkin. I'm not leaving." She assured me and stroked my hair with her fingers. Like she used to do when I was younger.

"Promise?" I looked up and sniffled. And she gave me a soft smile and nodded.

"I promise Amber. Mommy's not leaving." She said and ran her fingers through my hair.

She started singing a lullaby. One she always sang to me when I couldn't sleep from nightmares. And nuzzled into her chest crying as she held me.

"I won't leave you honey." She said once more and kissed my head. I nodded and draped my arm around her tangling my feet with hers cuddling into her side.

"Honey you're too big to sleep beside me in a hospital bed." She said and chuckled when I nuzzled closer into her side.

I wish she wasn't here. I wish she was home, asleep, dreaming, smiling, and breathing. She always prayed she won't end up here unless its for me. But now, I wish the same thing.

An: wow. I just. Wow. I miss my granddad. Anyways. Heres an update because y'all are beautiful people.

-lizzy