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“Leave it,” I ordered, hoping for once that they would follow my directions. “I’m just not hungry.”
Of course they didn’t, though. They were my children after all.
“You’re not hungry,” Perry’s eyebrows drew together. “That’s not normal, Trance.”
Shit. Even Perry was ganging up on me.
“It’s not,” Ash confirmed, really pushing now as she leaned forward and leveled me with her interrogation stare. “Tell us.”
I closed my eyes and felt the helplessness rise up inside of me.
“Your father has cancer,” Viddy said softly, catching my hand. “We’re fighting it, and it’s looking really, really good. But the chemo that he’s on makes him not so hungry.”
ASH & FORD
CHAPTER 6
I’m trying the whole ‘don’t be mean to people and call them fuckers and assholes’ thing. It really sucks. Current company excluded.
-Ash to Ford
ASH
“Cancer.” I shook my head. “What the hell? Why wouldn’t he tell us?”
“Most likely because he didn’t want us worrying like we are right now,” Ford collapsed onto the bed, his eyes unseeing as he stared at the ceiling.
The room we were in was the ‘yellow’ themed room.
The walls were a soft pale yellow, the cabinets a deeper shade. Then there were the curtains, the bedspread, and the pillowcases.
The only thing that wasn’t yellow in the room was the door leading out to the hall.
“Do you think that they rented this place out or something?” Ford asked, trying to change the subject.
“No,” I said. “They had eight kids, and three sets of twins. They probably assigned each kid a number and color.” I moved to the bed, then crawled up his body until I got face to face with him. Once there, I straddled him, then cupped his cheeks. “Are you okay?”
Despite being mad about being pregnant again—not that having babies was a bad thing, but hell, I wanted to go more than a year between them so I could enjoy some freakin’ alcohol again—my husband was hurting.
“Talk to me, baby,” I ordered, squeezing his face until his lips poked out like a fish.
He sighed and closed his eyes for a long moment before opening them again and saying, “I’m scared.”
“Of course, you are,” I said. “Because this is your dad. The man who fixed every wrong thing there ever was in the world. They wouldn’t lie to us about how he’s doing, though. We asked, he said that the cancer wasn’t spreading, and was in fact well under way to being gone. Don’t write him off yet.”
Ford closed his eyes, and I felt my heart lurch in response.
“Baby,” I said softly. “Look at me.”
Ford opened his eyes and the sadness there took my breath away for a few long seconds.
“He’s going to be okay,” I promised. “Trance is big, strong, and healthy. He also has a lot to fight for, doesn’t he?”
Ford swallowed hard, his hand coming up to cup my hip.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Not even an ass grab? Do you not love me anymore?”
Ford moved his hand down and gave me more than an ass grab.
