VictoriåA few weeks had passed by and the same routine continued. I'd wake up in the morning at the hospital, be allowed to take a shower and brush my teeth, then it would be right to treatment.I honestly didn't know if I felt better or worse as to me, nothing had really changed. Landon spent most of my days with me and when he couldn't, Damien and Ryder would willingly take turns looking after me. Theo even came up a few times to see me and I honestly couldn't be happier.Right now I was laying in my hospital bed, listening as the Doctor spoke to Landon about releasing me and he was silent, waiting for her to finish speaking before she left and he turned toward me, a sigh leaving his lips as he sat next to my bed."Guess you're coming home." The frustration in his tone made it evident that there was nothing else the hospital could do for me and I took his hand, giving it a squeeze."That's great news." I told him, already sliding out of bed and he didn't stand, instead he pulled m

VictoriåAs we entered the building, people gave me stares and I knew why. Instead of feeling bad about myself, I smiled. It was inevitable that people would look at me. I mean, most of them had gotten comfortable with seeing my long blonde then black hair and now, there was long wind on my head.I laughed inwardly at my idiocy, walking over to stand in line. They didn't look at Landon, though, too afraid to even stand too close to him. I stood next to him in the line, already knowing what I wanted to order and when I finally made it to the front of the line, I just ordered some nuggets and a milkshake.I got Landon some Sprite and quickly paid with my own money. He took my small purse and reached into his pocket, pulling out a hundred dollar bill and tucking it into my purse and I gave him a blank look.In response, he just grabbed the stuff and stepped out of the line, walking over to the back and I followed him slowly, a pain beginning to build in my chest and as I passed by, I saw

She didn't need to tell me that. She made her decision a long time ago. I sighed, taking her hands off of my face and bringing them to my lips. "I want, what you want." I said and she smiled, smacking my cheek."Thank God. Because you didn't actually have a choice." She replied jokingly. She opened her arms, scooting to the edge of the bed and hugging me tightly. "What if I'm not a good father?" I asked nonchalantly as I placed my head in her neck and she breathed out a small laugh."Nobody's perfect." She tried reassuring me and I held her tightly, knowing what was to come in a few months."Would you hate me?" I questioned further and her arms around my neck tightened slightly."You're my wife, Landon. I can't hate you." She assured me and somehow, I felt better about everything. She managed to drag me into something new each month. Things I didn't think were possible for me suddenly began happening and I couldn't complain. "Now help me to the bathroom so I can let all of this hosp

VictoriåMonths laterToday was December 23rd, one day away from Landon's birthday. One day away from the end. I was surprised that I had made it this long. I laid in bed, my eyelids too heavy to lift. The oxygen mask on my face had been a constant thing since last month, as I couldn't really breathe on my own for more than an hour at a time.I was in more pain than I had ever been in, in my entire life. My stomach was huge now and my body was too weak to even handle its weight. I was already dealing with the pain of my cancer and the constant kicking and punching going on in there wasn't really helping.Tomorrow was the surgery. The baby would be here at just eight and a half months and that wasn't too bad. Definitely not preterm. I just prayed that everything went well. I knew the chances of me surviving this were literally zero and that was okay in my book. I knew that Landon was physically prepared.Over time he'd grown into a really great guy. He did everything for me before I ev

Victoria I laid on the bed, looking at the ceiling blankly. A tear rolled down my cheek as I finally allowed myself to cry because I was alone. There was no one around to be strong for. I was in so much pain. My brain screamed for it to just end and I sniffled as another tear fell. The surgery was scheduled just mere minutes away as they didn't want to risk me passing and the baby dying as well. I knew that this was it. It had to be.There was this bitter taste in my mouth as I laid there. The only sound heard was the beeping of the monitor and my breathing which was loud due to the oxygen mask. They had prepared me for surgery already and my friends were here. They'd be allowed to come in soon to say their final goodbyes and it was this moment that made me realize that I didn't want to go. I prayed and hoped that by some miracle I'd survive this but I knew better. There was no way.Landon was outside making a call and I wiped away my tears quickly as the door opened. Mia and the o