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My anger eases, my fingers gently squeezing and massaging her breast. “You know it does, but angel, I don’t need them to be attracted to you.”
She grimaces. “ButIneed them to feel like a woman. To feel like I can even be remotely sexy to you. As it is, I’m going to have a scar across one of them. And before you say anything, I know you’re not going to care about that, butI’mgoing to be self-conscious about it. You made me feel sexy about my stretch marks, but I don’t know how to return from a double mastectomy. It would breakus. It would breakme. And South, Idon’twant that. I trust the doctors to take care of me and monitor it in the future if anything else should appear. And if it does, we deal with it then.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I gently press my lips to hers. That spark of passion courses through my veins. I don’t know how, but she’s making sense. I want her to have the best care possible, but that also means mentally, and mentally, she needs to do it her way.
“Okay… we do the lumpectomy. But Ingrid, wehaveto tell your family.”
Her eyes widen. “I don’t know… maybe we tell them after the surgery?”
I sigh out my frustrations. “How are you going to explain being in hospital? And what if something goes wrong? How amIsupposed to cover that up?”
She closes her eyes like she’s thinking it through. “Okay…” she whispers, then opens her eyes, “… we’ll tell them. But I say when. I need to do this inmytime. I know I’m being frustrating, but—”
“It’s okay, baby. I get it. And I was only fighting you on this because I want what’s best foryou.”
She nods, bringing her hand to my bearded cheek. “Thank you… I don’t know how I’d be doing this without you.”
“You won’t have to find out. C’mon, let’s sit and wait for the doctor to return.”
Not long later, the doctor knocks and pokes his head back inside. “Have you had enough time to discuss?”
Ingrid waves him in. “Yes, sorry about that, doc. We had to get our thoughts out in the open.”
He makes his way to his desk and dips his chin. “It’s common for loved ones to have disagreements in treatment plans. And we also offer a counseling service if either or both of you need it through this process.”
“That’s very kind of you, doc. We will let you know if we do, right, South?” Ingrid asks, and I turn up my nose at the thought of talking to some shrink but nod anyway to keep her happy.
“Right.”
“Okay, so have you come to a decision?” the doctor asks.
“We have,” Ingrid declares, reaching out for my hand.
I lace my fingers with hers. “She’s having the lumpectomy, but you makedamnsure you get everything.You fucking get it all. Otherwise, it won’t just be this one-percent biker coming for you, it will be the whole fucking club.”
“South!” Ingrid snaps as the doctor’s eyes widen. “He’s joking. Tell him you’re joking!”
I tilt my head. “Am I?”
The doctor fakes a smile. “I can see Ingrid means a lot, and I can promise you I take the absolute best care of all my patients.”
I sit back in my chair, relaxing a little more. “Good… thank you, doc. I think we’re gonna get along just fine.”
Ingrid chuckles as does the doctor.
“I am glad to hear that. Well, Ingrid, if you are happy to move ahead, I can schedule your surgery for about three weeks.”
Ingrid widens her eyes, exhaling dramatically. “That soon?”
“The sooner we get on top of this, the better. Do you think you can make that work?”
I sit forward, nodding my head. “Wewillmake it work. No matter what.”
“I’ll get the receptionist to help you book a date and prepare the paperwork, Ingrid. You have support, which is important. But all in all, the prognosis is a really good one. You shouldn’t need any further treatment, just monitoring, so that’s a huge plus.”
“It really is. Thanks again. I guess we will see you in three weeks,” Ingrid states.
“If you have any questions in the meantime, please call, and I’ll get back to you with an answer.”
