Hello! I've been sitting on this story for a while. I've had it written in a Word document for a long time. Normally, I would keep it to myself, but I came to realize that there are essentially no My Big Fat Greek Wedding fanfictions out there! I found that to be unacceptable, so I decided to offer my own.
Let it be known that all rights and such belong to Nia Vardalos and the creators/producers of the MBFGW story.
I own nothing!
This is my own spin on some feels-inducing events that could take place after the end of the second movie.
Enjoy, and don't hesitate to leave comments!
Thank you for reading.
Toula went into the doctor's office for her routine check-up. Since Paris had gone off to NYU, she had to force herself to look forward to appointments, errands, and other trivial events. Nothing else would keep her occupied.
It wasn't anything new or different, just a weigh-in, height measurement, hearing test, mammogram. She went through the motions blandly, going through checklists in her mind.
She needed to stop by the grocery soon. She needed to retrieve her wallet from the family restaurant. She had accidentally left it there.
Oh, and how could she forget? Ian called earlier, asking her out on a date. She couldn't help but grin at the memory. He made it feel like old times again, calling and asking permission to have dinner or go see a movie. It was just like when they first met.
Toula pondered what she would wear that evening. She wanted to look nice for her husband, so perhaps she would don that black skirt she bought awhile back, and the sleek gold shirt that was somewhere deep in her closet.
She responded to the calling of her name, heading in the back room to discuss the results with her doctor. Her mind wandered as she sat down and offered a polite smile.
"Hello, Toula," Dr. Reese greeted. She gave a tight grin in return. "I wanted to talk to you about your test results."
"Before you get into your spiel, I know." The patient raised her hands in lighthearted surrender. "I cheated. I gained a couple of pounds because I couldn't resist dessert."
The doctor flicked her eyes down on her desk, stiffened, then raised her gaze to meet Toula's. "That's quite alright. You don't have to worry about that."
Toula nodded appreciatively. Dr. Reese took a deep breath.
"However, this is about your mammogram."
The friendly expression fell from Toula's face while her heart quickened its pace. It suddenly became nearly impossible to swallow.
"In the images, it seems we've found two lumps. One in each breast." Dr. Reese's tone was grim.
Toula felt her hands begin to tremble. Her shallow breaths rattled in her chest.
"I truly regret to inform you that you have developed breast cancer."
Her ears were ringing loudly. Her eyes were shut.
After ages, Toula spoke shakily. "What?" There was an unbelievable amount of despair in that one word.
"I know this is a shock. I'm so sorry, Toula," Dr. Reese sympathized.
"But- I don't understand. It doesn't run in my family." She was in denial.
"It doesn't have to run in your family for you to get it."
"Wh- what could have caused this?" The Greek woman felt like she couldn't breathe.
"This isn't your fault. Sometimes cells are just mutated, and they start growing uncontrollably."
Toula stood abruptly. Why? She wasn't sure. "I know this isn't my fault," she said severely.
"Please. I know you're upset. But we can fight this." Dr. Reese stood too, taking her patient's hand. "It's Stage 2, which is far from the worst."
Toula pulled away slowly. She backed up, stumbling. "I have cancer?" she whispered faintly, tears filling her eyes. She pressed a hand over her quivering mouth and fell against the wall, sliding to the floor.
She sat there, defeated, and cried.