I walked downstairs into the kitchen, where I saw her standing by the counter in one of my button downs. I stood in the doorway, looking at how beautiful she looked, even in one of my rumpled shirts with her hair thrown up in a bun pony tail. She was amazing. I walked over to her wrapping my arms around her waist, kissing her neck. She giggled.

"Good Morning, Mr. Baker. Happy Birthday." she said as she turned to me. I looked at her with a smile. She was radiant. I knew that this had to be the time. We were having a baby. I took her face into my hands, kissing her.

"Good Morning." I replied as I pulled away, then walked toward the coffee maker, for my morning fix. That was about the hardest thing I did anymore. She saved me from all the other shit when I met her. I guess that's how I knew that she was the one for me. She loved me enough to save me. "So what are you cooking up for breakfast today?" I asked. She smiled.

"I thought I would let you do that." she stated with a smile.

"Well, let's do it." I smiled, taking a sip of my coffee, making a face when I realized I forgot to put cream and sugar in it. "That shit is strong." I fake coughed. She laughed at my goofiness.

"You're crazy, baby." she smiled. I wrapped my arms around her waist again, placing a hand on her stomach.

"Only crazy about you babe." I smiled, kissing her cheek. I stood there and held her, taking in the moment. "You think we did it this time?" I asked her, eager for her answer.

"I hope so." she smiled kissing me. "We've been wanting this for so long." I rubbed her stomach.

"I know. I pray every night for a little one." I smiled. She turned to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"No matter what happens, Just know that I will always love you, and there is always more times we can try." I frowned. I knew she was trying to keep my hopes low, and prepare me for the fall. Just in case.

"I know, Baby." I sighed. "All I've ever wanted was to be a dad." She touched the side of my face.

"I know." she said. I smiled when I heard the phone ring. We raced each other to it. She beat me.

"Hello?" she said into the receiver. "Yes, this is she." I was keeping my fingers crossed, and hoping for the best. I saw her smile quickly turn to a frown. I knew it was the news that I didn't want to hear. "OK. Thank you." she hung up the phone and turned to me. Tears, already, filling her eyes. I took her into my arms.

"It's ok, Baby." I said trying to comfort her. I felt that I had to be the strong one in this situation. She wanted it just as bad as I did, if not more. "There's gonna be plenty of more times to try. We can do another round of InVitro." She sobbed into my shoulder.

"No." she said. "I can't take anymore heartbreak." I pulled away and looked at her. I knew she was hurt. I couldn't put her, nor myself through that again.

"OK. We don't have to." I pulled her back to me,and accepted the fact that I wouldn't get the chance to be a father. Then I looked toward the other options. "We can always adopt." I had no idea what else to say. "Come on. I'll finish breakfast." I took her into the kitchen sitting her at the island, fixing her a cup of coffee

"What is wrong with me, Zack." she looked to me for answers. "I did everything that I was supposed to. I didn't have any coffee, caffeine. Nothing." she sobbed. "Why can't I get pregnant?" I had no idea what to say.

"Baby. There's nothing wrong with you. We're not the only ones." I tried my best to comfort her, but all I could think about was the call about my test results. I didn't need any more bad news today. I prayed that it wasn't bad.

I finished breakfast and sat down across from her. I had a feeling that she was gonna give me the silent treatment. She had every time we have tried and failed. It started to make me think that there was something wrong with 'me'. I poured her some orange juice and started to eat.

"Baby, are you gonna eat?" I asked. She looked at her plate, then pushed it away. There was a lump that was growing in my throat and all I wanted to do was burst the fuck out crying and never stop til my heart was healed. We had been through this four times and her reaction got worse every time. You would think after that many times it would get easier, but
it don't. It just gets harder and more discouraging. The phone rang. I knew who it was. I looked at her and she didn't move.

I walked into the living room and picked up the phone. "Hello? I said, allowing the other persons' voice to enter my ears. It was Dr. Masterson. This was the call that I had been dreading. "Yeah, I can. I'll see you in a few. Bye." I placed the reciever back on the base, before turning back toward the kitchen.

"Who was that?" she asked. I knew I had to tell her. It killed me.

"It was Dr. Masterson. He needs us to come down to the hospital." She looked at me with a look of worry.

"Why? Couldn't he just give you the results on the phone?" I knew why. It was bad. They never want to see you unless it's bad.

"I don't know." I lied. "Maybe it's really good news." I tried to keep her head high. She looked at me with a look of whatever and turned away, shaking her head. I felt bad that I had just lied to her. "We better go upstairs and get dressed. I don't think that Dr. Masterson will want to see us this way." She smiled. Something that I thought I would have to go days without seeing. Then I realized that it would be the last one for a while.

I couldn't stop thinking about the test results. I knew they were bad. I felt it in my bones. I was sick and there wasn't a damn thing i could do about it. I just had to live with it. Well, until I died anyway. I took hold of her hand on the way up the stairs. I wanted to do that for as long as I could. I was terrified and I couldn't help it. She looked over at me. Tears were forming in my eyes.

"Zack, What's wrong?" She stopped at the top of the stairs, taking me into her arms. I cried. I didn't know what else to do. "Baby?"

"I'm so scared, Kaylen."I didn't know what else to say. I was terrified. I didn't want to die. I couldn't die. I had too much to live for.

"It's gonna be fine." she said, trying to make me feel better. I didn't believe her. I knew better. I knew that something was bad wrong and I was scared to death.

We finished getting ready and headed out the door to the car. I didn't want to be having to make this trip. To me it was like walking that last mile. I would much rather see my casket coming at me that to see the doctor with those words.

The ride to the hospital seemed like it took forever. It was silence most of the way. She drove, due to the fact that I couldn't keep myself together to keep my mind on the road. All I could think about was what he had to say. I was praying that it was normal and that he was just giving me a hard time. I hoped that's what it was.

We finally made it to the hospital and we made our way inside. The took us back right away. I knew that it was serious now. I sat there with her in the room, waiting for the doctor to come in. I didn't know what else to do, but hold her hand tighter than I ever had before. I was nervous and scared and hopeful, all at the same time.
The doctor finally came in, with the chart. He looked at me sternly. I knew it was coming.

"Zack, I'm afraid I have some bad news." he said, with a frown. Oh shit. here it comes. "The spot we found on your liver was malignant."

I knew that the words that I didn't want to hear were coming. I was in now way prepared for them and there is no words that can explain the way you feel when you hear those words.

"You've got cancer."

Notes

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