Meeting Sarah/A Jordan Knight FanFic (Completed)✔️

Chaoter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

September

It was Sarah's last day of chemotherapy.

We'd made it.

We'd reached the end.

Four months had passed. Four brutal months, but she was alive. She was stronger than ever and, based on her results, she was in remission.

That morning, the alarm didn't wake us up. Sarah and I both sat in bed staring out the window as we watched the darkness fade and the sun begin to rise in the east. We held each other, thankful and content. Though I hated what she'd gone through, it had made us closer.

"I can't believe it's today," Sarah said as her hands traced invisible love letters on my chest. "It seemed that four months would be so long and now we're here."

I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. "I want to tell you that I'm proud of you." I paused. "No, proud doesn't seem like the right word. You are so brave, Sarah. You're a fighter, and though these past few months have been hell at times, you never quit."

She looked up at me. "Because I had you by my side." Capturing her mouth with mine, I kissed her tenderly. Sarah pulled back and smiled. "We have one more treatment and I'm done. I'm so done. I'm ready for this to be behind us."

"Today is a new day." I brushed my hand over her soft skin. "Today we can say goodbye to chemo and continue with the rest of our lives, together."

"I love you so much, Jordan." She pressed her lips into a fine line. "I love you with everything that I am."

I kissed her forehead and muttered, "Me too." My hand grazed up her arm, writing the words I love you over her skin.

After dropping Lyra off at school, we headed toward the cancer center. The first time we had driven there in complete silence, my heart pounding with each passing second, but this time the radio played behind us. I asked Sarah what her plans were now that she would have all this free time on her hands.

I pulled the car into the parking lot and glanced over at her. "I think I want to go back to work." She pouted her lips. "Maybe go on a vacation. Go to Europe." She shrugged and threw her hands in the air in defeat. "I don't know, we should do something fun." She looked at me with a spark as I held the door for her and smiled. "We should do something fun."

Walking in, Sarah stopped mid–step and gasped. The nurses and staff members who had worked with us for the past four months were gathered around and clapping as Sarah walked to her recliner. A banner that read 'Last Chemo Day' hung above her station.

This was the last fucking time.

Mary, a sweet, elderly nurse who had taken care of Sarah before, hung the chemotherapy bag and inserted the syringe into her port. She would sit by her chair and share stories about her grandchild with us. Though I couldn't wait for this treatment to be over, I would miss Mary.

Sarah reached for my hand and I brought the back of it to my lips. Four months ago, when we sat at this very spot, I'd wondered if we would make it here. I had no clue what was in store for us, but now a vision of my future was clear in my head. I didn't want to spend another day away from her. I didn't want to lose her again.

This time, I wanted her by my side forever.

Sarah continued to talk about the places she wanted to visit while I drew a love letter on her forearm. I wrote the same letters over and over until I caught her attention.

She stopped talking and looked over at me. "What are you writing?"

"You figure it out." I winked. Sliding my hands over her milky skin, I wrote the letters M–A–R–R–Y–M–E.