Fifty One Days

Chapter 53 'Peace at last'

Chapter 53 guys. I'm so sorry it's been ages again. I've been so busy with work and home, that I just haven't had the motivation and I don't want to write when I'm not motivated because I want it to be the best for you guys. Hope you're all safe and well and I'll try keep up with chapters. Thank you for reading and please don't forget to vote. It means so much. 📖❤

I stumble back into the open door. What did he just say? I must have heard wrong. He can’t be dying. It was a joke. It had to be. A sick, stupid, nasty joke.


He just stares at me, eyes wide.

“Aaron, I’ll call you back". He says after the longest time. Before, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Ali” He starts but I don’t look at him. The tears don’t fall for the first time in months. They don’t fall, because I know it wasn’t a joke. I know he was telling the truth.

He approaches me with a twisted look know his face. He’s concerned about me. He knows I normally cry, I normally shout it scream.

No sound or tear has left me. I think I’m in shock.

I slide to the floor and he pulls me into his arms before I drop. He pulls me into his lap and we just stay like that forever.

“Ali, we need to talk about this”. He says to me but I barely hear him. All I can hear is “There’s no right time to tell someone you’re dying" rattling round my brain.  My body goes into shock, I feel cold and I start shaking.

“Ali, come on. We have to get up off the floor. We have to get up".

“Why?” My voice is hoarse and comes out a lot more high pitched than I intended.

“Why what sweetheart?” He strokes my hair and pulls me closer to his chest. He smells like his aftershave and soap. He always smells nice. I can’t loose him, I just can’t.

“Why do we have to get off the floor. Why does it matter where we are. You’re still going to tell me you’re going to die right?”.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way".

“How was I supposed to find out then? What is the best way to tell someone you’re dying?” I ball my hands up into fists. The anger is starting to radiate over me. How long has he known? Why didn’t he tell me? Why didn’t Aaron tell me? Who else knows? Is that why he was ringing Milo. Does Milo know? Why would Jay tell him? A Million questions run wild through my mind.

“How long have you known?” I say, resting my forehead on his chest. His hands find my hair again and he strokes through it gently. Why be angry at him? It’s not his fault.

“For a little while now. When we were at the hotel and I told you we had a burst pipe, my doctor had just phoned to confirm the results of some tests I had done. He confirmed everything he initially thought. It’s not really important how long I’ve known girl, it’s how long I’ve got left”.

“How long?”.

“About 6 months”.

What the fuck? No. No. No. No. That is all I can say. I shake back and forth just saying No, on repeat. He holds me. I cling to his white shirt which I now notice is slightly more loose than usual. I pull back a little holding onto his arms. I drink his beautiful face in, his bright blue eyes. His soft features. His eyes search mine for an explanation but I can’t give one. I notice his face is a little more drawl and very pale. Why the fuck didn’t I notice before? Oh yeah, that’s right because I was off fucking Milo. I’m the worst person in the world.

“Jay I’m an awful person. You’re going through something so horrendous and I’m off doing...well what I did and got pregnant and I’ve ruined everything. You’re going to leave me and....”. My voice cracks. Here comes the tears.

“Shhh babe. I’m not going to leave you. I still want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my days with you. Every second”.

“How can you be so calm about all of this? I’ve been awful to you”.

“No you haven’t. You’re human Ali and I understand you have feelings for Milo but I’m hoping you still love me and will make an honest man out of me before I go?”.

“Are you sure that is what you want?”.

“I’ll always want you girl".

“Okay”.

“Okay? You want to marry me?”.

“Jay, I never once didn’t not want to marry you. I just caught up in all the drama Milo brings all time”.

“He’s not such a bad guy". What?

“Why would you say that?”.

“Because he's not Ali".