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And tears of uncertainty.
When I could finally sort of speak, I said, “I don’t want to find out the results of the genetic testing.”
He pushed back just far enough so he could see me—and my tear-streaked face.
And I could see his.
“Okay, whatever you decide is fine with me. You know that.” Gosh, his voice was so loving and sincere. I loved this man so much.
“I’m still scared, but,” I said, taking in a deep breath, “even if it’s—bad news—there’s still lots of good.”
Streams of tears slid down his cheeks. He nodded. “Absolutely. So much good news.”
“And even if I do—have it,” my eyes gazed down briefly, “and I turn out like my mom.” I sniffled and found my backbone. “Her life was still worth it. She wasn’t here for as long as I’d have liked. But she was here. And the world is a better place because she was in it—no matter how long she was here.”
Cash wiped his cheeks. “Damn right.”
“I’m sad that she’s gone—but I’m glad she was here. I’m thankful she had me.”
My husband smiled and said, “Me too.”
I nodded and grinned through my tears. “And in some strange way, this is a gift.”
Cash smiled again—like he understood what I meant. “Every day is a gift.”
Yeah, he understood.
“It is. Everyone should live like each day is a gift. Don’t you think?” I asked my husband.
“I do.”
I grabbed his hand. “We might not have as many years together as some families—”
Cash interrupted me, “But we’ll be grateful for every second.”
My shoulders suddenly felt incredibly light.
The weight had lifted—not because it was gone.
But because it was shared.
“Yeah,” I said staring dreamily into his wet eyes. “Nothing’s guaranteed, anyway. So, we live—life.”
Cash stood and pulled me with him. “We live life, Mrs. Clemens. Now, let’s go celebrate. Mom’s in the waiting room, and I’m guessing you two—three,” he said, his eyes falling to my stomach, “will have some serious shopping to get started on.”
The most incredible tingles traveled through my body. A sensation I’d never had before. “Oh, my gosh, we need a nursery,” I said in a whispered voice. A million design ideas suddenly popped into my mind.
“We need a nursery,” Cash repeated back to me, then his mouth found mine, and he kissed me sweetly. “Best fuckin’ news. Ever.”
“Yeah.”
Cash turned and said, “Thanks for your time, Doc.” Then he swiftly tugged on my arm.
Then we ran out of the office to tell a grandma-to-be some really, really great freaking news.
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