sorry for the late update and quality of this chapter that is in fact unedited (wow what's new?)
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January 4, 8:37am
Slowly, I walked into the kitchen, my cane hitting the dark wood with a thump each time I took a step. Lucas was sitting at the table, swinging his legs innocently, as he picked at the blueberries in front of him, "Hi, momma."
Luke's bright blue eyes twinkled as he looked up at me through his over-grown hair. I took the seat beside his, groaning as I did so, (doing simple tasks had now become a struggle and the slightest pressure could cause it to inflame), and brushed some of the soft fringe behind his ear. I placed a small kiss to his cheek, "Hi, baby. You're up early," I noted.
Luke hummed, wiped his cheek with one hand, and used the other to pop a blueberry in his cute little mouth, chomping on it approvingly. This boy loves his fruit, "Me and daddy watched tv, and I got out my toys, and I made a mess, but daddy made me clean it up, but I didn't want to, and daddy said I had to or- or else I didn't get boo-berries, and so I did, and so daddy gave me boo-berries, see?"
Luke babbled, holding up a "boo-berry" at me. I took it and ate it. A frown settled on his face, but Ed then came in and his face brightened at his father.
"Daddy! Tell momma what we did this morning!" He screamed loudly, causing both Ed and I to shush him. Ed looked at him confused and asked,
"What did we do this morning?"
"Up early." he said simply and Ed nodded.
"We did, didn't we?" Ed placed a hand on my shoulder and kissed my temple, "Good morning. Want me to start some tea?"
I hummed in response, "Oh, my God, yes, please, I beg of you."
I ruffled Luke's hair and grabbed the ugly little cane Dr. Henderson made me start using. I'm still reluctant to admit how much it actually helps, even if I do look like an old woman.
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January 11, 2:16pm
"Found one you like yet?" I ask, Ed, as I shuffle into our bedroom. He sighs, taking off his glasses, setting them on the night stand by our bed, and running both hands over his face.
"They're all just not what we're looking for or out of price range, baby. I don't know what to do." We've decided to move back to Framingham, although it doesn't look like it's going as smoothly as it seems.
"We'll find one." I take a seat on the bed beside him groaning.
"You good?" He ask concerned, moving his laptop to the side to help me slide in beside him. I hum in response and press myself up against his side, cuddling into his warmth. A feel an arm come around my waist and I melt into him.
"It's gonna be okay..." I whisper, running my hands through his unruly hair. He looks at me for a few seconds with dark purple circles under his eyes prominent.
"It's just... there's so much going on. With you, and Lucas, and work and moving and- and I have a show tonight that I'm not really feeling. Which is weird, because I love my shows, I really do."
"I know you do, baby," I run my hand over the inside of his thigh and lean up to whisper in his ear, "You're just a stressed out."
"Rory..."
"It's okay, I put him down for a nap, he'll be out for at least another hour." I say, dipping my hand into his loose lounging pants. Ed shudders out a breath when I wrap my fingers around his length pumping it a few times, feeling it stiffen.
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"I don't know if-"
"Shh," I trail a few kisses up his neck.
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January 23, 11:56am
"Can- can you move a little to the left, please, and that coffee table closer to the couch, yeah, perfect. Thank you." I walk into the kitchen, where more moving guys are setting down boxes.
"There's only about ten more boxes. Do you want to go ahead and fill out the paperwork now, so we can be done once those are out of the trailer?" One of them asks me.
"Uh, yeah, sure. But I'm actually gonna let- HEY ED?" I yell. I think he's upstairs.
"YEAH?"
"CAN YOU GET DOWN HERE?"
"COMIN'."
"He's on his way, go ahead and bring it." They nod their heads and one guy goes to get the paperwork and the others go to retrieve the last few boxes. I would've done the paperwork, but I happened to suck at it; Ed does the bills and taxes for a reason.
"What's up, what's going on?" Ed asks once he's down here. I tighten my sweater around my torso, and move to take a seat at one of the barstools already set up at the island. We haven't turned the heat on yet and considering it's the middle of winter, it's down right freezing in here.
"They're going to go ahead and bring out the paperwork for us to sign so that they can leave. Did we already pay?" I ask.
"Yeah, it's required before they start unpacking." I nod my head and that one guy comes in with a clipboard. He flips a few pages and hands it to Ed, who reads over a few things, then uses the pen attached to it with a piece of string to sign his name, "here you go, man."
"Thanks. All the boxes are unloaded, so we're ready to go if that's alright."
"Yeah, man, thanks again." Ed waves him off.
"No problem." And the hired men all leave the house in the moving truck, the noisy car driving away.
"We've officially got a new house." I whisper, getting up and slipping my hand under his thin shirt and rubbing his back, "Aren't you cold?"
"Nah, babe. Just fine."
"So, you talked to Jerry?"
"He said he could set up gigs here and every few weeks he'll fly me up to London for shows and meetings and important stuff, like recording. I'll be doing a lot of Skype with them and there's a recording studio about thirty minutes away that they're connected to that can do some things if I'm not able to go back to London."
"That's good, that you got it all worked out... We should probably start unpacking, though. Luke is coming back from moms tomorrow morning."
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January 28, 9:23am
"There's another thing we'd like to discuss with you."
"Okay."
"We have talked to Dr. Henderson," Dr. Valerie McDonald, my new cancer doctor, informed, "and he agreed that it would be most beneficial for you to start chemotherapy in February."
"Oh. Okay."
"Now, we want to start out with only two treatments. See how your body reacts. If it can take a third treatment, you should be good to go. If not, then we will do a surgery and see what's going on. There is a ninety-eight percent success rate, Lorelei, so don't feel like you need to fret over it. I'll answer any questions you have."
"Alright. What date do you have in mind?"
"We were thinking February thirteenth, around five AM if that's alright?"
"The day before Valentine's. That's um... that should be okay. What other days do you have available?"
"We only got you in because of a falling out we had with another patient who decided to stop his treatments. The next day we would be able to it would be in late April."
"I-I wanna do it the thirteenth, I think. I'll, um, I'll have talk to my husband, if that's okay?"
"Yes, of course. Do what you have to do. How about we schedule a phone call in a couple days. That should give you enough time to talk to your husband and form a conclusion about whether or not you would like to go through with the treatments. Although, it's highly encouraged."
"Thank you Dr. McDonald."
"My pleasure. How about we do that call Thursday around four PM. I'll be free for a few minutes then. If we decide to do the treatments we can make another appointment so that your husband can join and ask more questions about the chemo."
"Sounds good to me. Thanks again."
"Mhmm. I'll talk to you Thursday Lorelei... And hey, it's going to be alright."
I nod and pick up my bag, forcing a smile as I leave the room. This is all the sudden becoming way too real.
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I'm a horrible person, this chapter is shit, my writing is shit, why are you reading my work, why am I writing, why does this even have reads, why are you still reading this, bye
