Tfios fan fiction

Part 12

I wake up the next day to find my dad walking into my room. He smiles at me and I smile at him. "Good morning." I say. I still can't get the letter from Gus out of my head.

"Morning. How are you feeling?" He asks.

"All right, I guess." I say.

"Isaac's operation is being moved up to today. It starts in an hour." He says.

"Why is it being moved up to today?" I ask.

"Because it was meant to be the day before you, him and Kaitlyn leave for Amsterdam and there won't be enough time for him to heal. If he has it today then he has just over a week to heal and he should be fine." Dad tells me.

"Okay. I might go and check on him later." I say.

"Okay. Do you want something to eat?" He asks.

"Can I have some bacon sandwiches please?" I ask.

"You're a vegetarian." My dad says.

"I'm not dying of cancer anymore. Also I'm craving bacon." I say.

"Okay. I'll go down the shop and get some for you." He says.

"Thank you." I reply and he leaves the room. I am eleven weeks pregnant with twins and they make me crave things I haven't had in years. Like bacon. I haven't had that since I was a little girl.

I get out of bed and decide to get ready for the day. I go into my en-suite and brush my teeth before washing my face with my face scrub. I then get changed into a white dress that has lace flowers on it, the dress shows my baby bump clearly, but I don't mind. I walk downstairs to find my mum sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV. I go and sit next to her and she wraps her arm around me. "So bacon, huh?" She asks.

"I'm eleven weeks pregnant with twins; they're making me crave meat. Also I'm not dying of cancer anymore; I think I can start eating meat again now." I tell her.

"Okay. How are you feeling this morning?" She asks.

"I'm feeling good. I think the morning sickness is finally starting to wear off." I say.

"Good. Did your dad tell you about Isaac's eye transplant being moved up to today?"

"Yeah. I'm going to see him later. And this time he should be able to see me as well." I say.

"I think he'd look good with Gus' eyes." She says.

"Yeah. I hope one of these babies has his eyes as well." I say as I rub my stomach.

"Oh, you're getting big." Mum says.

"I'm not that big yet. And what do you expect? I'm having twins. There are two of them." I tell her.

"I know; I was just messing with you." She says. "Have you thought of any names yet?"

"Yeah, if there is a boy and a girl." I tell her.

"Let's hear them then." She says.

"I'm not telling you. You can wait until they are born." I say.

"Seriously." She says.

"Yep." I say, popping the 'p'.

"But you told Isaac." She whines.

"Yeah, but that was because I promised Gus I would look after him. Like he promised Gus he would look after me, and the babies. And because we were both severely upset on the day. Also, I just thought I should tell him because that was when I still had cancer and I thought that I would probably die giving birth, so someone needed to know the names I had picked out." I say.