Meeting Sarah/A Jordan Knight FanFic (Completed)✔️

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Saturday night, I lay on the couch with Lyra curled into my body as we watched another Pixar movie. She had fallen asleep, but she looked like an angel and I refused to move her.

Sarah was scheduled to start chemotherapy on Monday, so we had spent the past few days as a family. We took Lyra for day trips and spent hours together playing with her. We still hadn't decided when we were going to tell her, but we both agreed that we wanted her life to stay as normal as possible.

After Sarah had told Axel and Sally, she decided it was also time to call Leslie. I gave her the space to make that phone call while I watched a movie with Lyra in the living room. It was close to eleven at night when Sarah returned. Her eyes were puffy and she had a sad smile on her face. I didn't ask her how her conversation with Leslie went.

Sarah carried a manila folder in her hands. Placing it on the coffee table, she sat beside me. "This is for you." She brushed Lyra's wild hair away from her face.

"What is it?" I asked. 

"It contains everything you need." She gnawed on her lips. "It's a copy of the funeral arrangement that I've made. And a copy of Lyra's trust. The deed to the house. My will."

"Sarah I don't want this shit." I went to sit up, but Sarah's hand pushed on my shoulder.

"Don't get up. You'll wake her," she whispered. "I know you don't want to deal with this, Jordan. I don't want to deal with this. But the fact is, I have cancer and I can die and you need to be prepared."

"You're not dying. Don't say that. We're going to get through this. You'll get through chemo. You'll get through radiation and you'll be fine."

"Jordan—"

"No, Sarah." I sat up slowly so as not to disrupt Lyra. "I don't want your paperwork. I don't need it. Nothing is going to happen to you."

"Daddy?" Lyra spoke groggily.

Sarah stood and reached across me. "It's okay, sweetie. Come on. Mommy will tuck you into bed." Sarah scooped Lyra into her arms. She winced from the pain and pivoted when I reached to help her. She began to walk out of the living room but paused and looked back at me. "I may survive cancer, Jordan, you're right. I can beat it and I can be fine, but I can also walk across the street and get hit by a bus and die. So those documents, whether you want them or not, are important."

She marched out of the living room and toward the bedroom. I heard the door slam shut. I kicked my feet off the couch. My hands rested on my knees as I stared at the folder in front of me. Her funeral arrangements? She had planned her funeral and expected me to be okay with this? I just got her back. I'd forced myself into her life and made her fight to live for our family. 

I peeled open the folder. On top was the contract with the funeral home. Unable to look at it, I slammed the folder shut.

In the past week, I'd become a very religious man. When I had no one else to turn to, I bowed my head and prayed. It was something that I had never done before. This was one of those times I reached to Him.

"Please, God, don't let me lose her," I whispered. "This world needs her. Lyra needs her mother. And I need her. Please, I'm begging you to let her get through this."

I sat in that position for a few minutes. I heard Sarah close Lyra's door and then head over to her bedroom, so I got up and walked toward her room. I pushed the door open without knocking. Sarah had her eyes shut when I walked in, the only light from the nightstand lamp.