"Tooya? Come on baby. Lets go on to bed. Are you feeling any better?" Aya bent over Tooya and let her hand brush through his burgandy hair.
Tooya's arm reached up and took Aya's chin, pulling her face around so he could look at it. "I'm feeling much better honey. Good enough to..."
He couldn't belive he'd been such a liar. He felt as weak as a kitten.
Aya cut him off by kissing his cheek. "Gently baby, gentle. You've been real sick lately. I don't want you to strain yourself."
"Uh uh... don't worry. I won't go -to- overboard." Tooya hoped that his wife hadn't noticed how much time he had been spending with their child. Little Robin had gone to the zoo, the carousel, the ice cream parlor, and had heard oh so many stories from Papa while Mommy came in and smiled. Beautiful, young Mamma.
Aya eagerly led Tooya into their bedroom, Robin had been long since in bed. Tooya had realized that he had little time left. He wanted to remember the good things in life. Aya. Robin. Beer. Aya. Aya. Sitting in his favorite chair with the sun on his face. The smell of dinner cooking. Wind. Life with Aya and their child in their little apartment.
Tooya took in every part of what was happening as he unbuttoned Aya's shirt and made love to her. He didn't know where he found the strength, his body was running down. Aya had known that they had maybe two years left, but probably just one. Tooya had done his best to make her forget that their time together was limited.
The cheap digital clock blinked three in the morning. Aya had her arms wrapped around Tooya's chest and his hand was craddling her cheek. Aya slowly awoke and she brushed her husband's face with her fingers. "Tooya?" she mumbled, her voice clouded with sleep.
He woke quickly but didn't open his eyes. Tooya felt like he had so little of himself left. "Tooya? Tooya honey are you allright? You're breathing funny again."
"I'm perfect Aya. I just want to let you know that I love you." Tooya tugged on Aya's arm with what little energy he had left and she hugged him.
"It's time isn't it?" She didn't have to mention the goodbye part.
"Yhea..." he breathed, playing with a few strands of Aya's now long hair that lay on the pillow.
"I'll get Robin." Aya's voice was calm, but underneath it was a little shakey. Tooya was dieing. Her ten nights. Her Tooya. He had survived everything for her. But he couldn't survive life. Aya scooped up her two year old child and rushed back into the bedroom. She set Robin down on one side of Tooya and lay on the other. "Robin honey? Daddy is going to have to say goobye."
"Where are you going papa? You aren't dressed up." mummbled robin sleepily, but waking quickly.
"Daddy is going somewhere where we can't go, but he will visit every moment. Daddy is going to leave, but remain with us. Do you understand Robin?" Aya's voice was urgent, and somehow annoyed with needing to waste words explaing death to her daugher. Aya was annoyed with herself too, annoyed with crying.
"I'm dieing Robin. But I'll never leave. I'll never leave you or mommy compleatly." Tooya wrapped an arm arround Robin and brushed the tears from his wife's face. Tooya turned his head painfully to look at Aya and he kissed her one last time.
Tooya's arm reached up and took Aya's chin, pulling her face around so he could look at it. "I'm feeling much better honey. Good enough to..."
He couldn't belive he'd been such a liar. He felt as weak as a kitten.
Aya cut him off by kissing his cheek. "Gently baby, gentle. You've been real sick lately. I don't want you to strain yourself."
"Uh uh... don't worry. I won't go -to- overboard." Tooya hoped that his wife hadn't noticed how much time he had been spending with their child. Little Robin had gone to the zoo, the carousel, the ice cream parlor, and had heard oh so many stories from Papa while Mommy came in and smiled. Beautiful, young Mamma.
Aya eagerly led Tooya into their bedroom, Robin had been long since in bed. Tooya had realized that he had little time left. He wanted to remember the good things in life. Aya. Robin. Beer. Aya. Aya. Sitting in his favorite chair with the sun on his face. The smell of dinner cooking. Wind. Life with Aya and their child in their little apartment.
Tooya took in every part of what was happening as he unbuttoned Aya's shirt and made love to her. He didn't know where he found the strength, his body was running down. Aya had known that they had maybe two years left, but probably just one. Tooya had done his best to make her forget that their time together was limited.
The cheap digital clock blinked three in the morning. Aya had her arms wrapped around Tooya's chest and his hand was craddling her cheek. Aya slowly awoke and she brushed her husband's face with her fingers. "Tooya?" she mumbled, her voice clouded with sleep.
He woke quickly but didn't open his eyes. Tooya felt like he had so little of himself left. "Tooya? Tooya honey are you allright? You're breathing funny again."
"I'm perfect Aya. I just want to let you know that I love you." Tooya tugged on Aya's arm with what little energy he had left and she hugged him.
"It's time isn't it?" She didn't have to mention the goodbye part.
"Yhea..." he breathed, playing with a few strands of Aya's now long hair that lay on the pillow.
"I'll get Robin." Aya's voice was calm, but underneath it was a little shakey. Tooya was dieing. Her ten nights. Her Tooya. He had survived everything for her. But he couldn't survive life. Aya scooped up her two year old child and rushed back into the bedroom. She set Robin down on one side of Tooya and lay on the other. "Robin honey? Daddy is going to have to say goobye."
"Where are you going papa? You aren't dressed up." mummbled robin sleepily, but waking quickly.
"Daddy is going somewhere where we can't go, but he will visit every moment. Daddy is going to leave, but remain with us. Do you understand Robin?" Aya's voice was urgent, and somehow annoyed with needing to waste words explaing death to her daugher. Aya was annoyed with herself too, annoyed with crying.
"I'm dieing Robin. But I'll never leave. I'll never leave you or mommy compleatly." Tooya wrapped an arm arround Robin and brushed the tears from his wife's face. Tooya turned his head painfully to look at Aya and he kissed her one last time.