A/N: So, this is my first fanfic ever, so don't expect a lot. Anyway, it's about the four main housewives and their lives, after 20 years from the series finale. The prologue leaves some things out, but they'll all be explained in the later chapters. The story is kinda sad, but don't judge me too much :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Susan, Lynette, Gabrielle, Bree or any other mentioned throughout this fic.
Prologue
Julie was sitting on a bench in the hospital. She was reading a book to get her mind off from the bad things that were plaguing her, but she couldn't concentrate. Every time a doctor walked by she was sure they were coming to talk to her, with bad news to tell, but they just kept walking, not even looking at her.
She was so tired but she couldn't sleep, she just couldn't. The lack of sleep had formed dark circles under her eyes. She drank the last drops of her coffee in attempt to stay awake just a little bit longer. She was startled by the sound of her ringtone. "Hi honey", she answered with a little smile on her face. "Yeah, I'm still at the hospital... No you don't have to fly back here, I'll be fine... Honey it's your work and it's important... Okay, see you in a few days. Bye, love you", she assured her husband, but in her mind she knew she wasn't fine.
"Julie! How is she? Have you spoken to her doctor? Have you heard anything at all?" yelled MJ walking towards her. "They... They don't know yet... They say it's hard to say right now, but she is in a bad shape... And they won't let me see her", answered Julie quietly, as a lone tear made its way down her cheek. She wiped the tear off with her hand and continued to speak. "I'm afraid that... What if she doesn't make it? This just can't be it, I mean she's too young!" she almost yelled. "God...", sighed MJ and sat on the bench, holding his face in his hands. "Listen, Julie. We just have to stay positive and hope for the best", MJ said, hearing his own voice break. "Yeah, you're right", agreed Julie and her gaze wandered to MJ's silver wedding ring. "So where's Amy?" she asked casually, changing the subject and looking at MJ. "She-she's home... with Michael. We all came here last night to visit, but I don't think it's good for him to come here... now. When everything is just so.. chaotic. He's only five", said MJ quietly, almost crying. He breathed in and out and swallowed the tears. "Anyway, I think you should get some sleep now" he said looking at Julie.
Julie was finally sleeping, resting his head against MJ's shoulder. MJ was glad Julie got some sleep, she hadn't slept for days. MJ himself hadn't had a good night's sleep in a while either. He yawned tiredly and thought about the last few weeks. All the pain he was feeling now, brought back the memories of his father's death. He didn't remember all the details, but he remembered the moment he was told his father is dead. He remembered the horrible pain. The emptiness. Even now, after twenty years, he would still sometimes think about that time. But mostly, he would think about all the happy memories he had. When he thought about Mike Delfino, he didn't see his father's face in his mind clearly, but he remembered the love he felt for him.
MJ was lost in his thoughts and didn't notice the doctor that was approaching them. "Excuse me, Mr. Delfino", he said. MJ lifted his head and tapped Julie on the shoulder, waking her up. "Yeah, what is it?" MJ said, the worry and fear evident in his voice. "We... I'm sorry. She started collapsing and... We did everything we could, but... she didn't make it. I'm so, so sorry", said the doctor, showing a little sympathy. "No! No, no, no!" said Julie desperately, her voice hoarse. She started crying freely, while still quietly whispering: "No.. no". MJ took her hand and squeezed it lightly as the tears started falling down on his face too. They sat there like that, quietly comforting each other for half an hour. After that, MJ slowly stood up and coughed. "I-I have to call Amy and... you know tell her. I'll be right back", he said sadly and walked away.
Julie was feeling nauseous. She felt like she could vomit. This just didn't feel real. She would never be able to tell her all the things that left unsaid. This was it. She didn't know what to do. Well, she had to tell her husband. And her children. And she would. But first, she had some other calls to make.
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