A\n: Inspired by the song by Martina McBride: "I'm Gonna Love You Through It."

I hope you guys enjoy.

God Bless,

Sarah

Laying in the back of his truck bed, he wondered how this had happened. Keith's life had changed more than he thought was possible since high-school he truly loved somebody, he had a family now, and he was cancer free.

But she wasn't.

Keith hadn't been able to sit still any longer, watching her sleep. He checked on his son, left her a note, and left. Climbing into his truck, he wondered where to go. He figured their place, was the best place for him right now. Coming to a halt on the edge of the cliff, he had climbed into the truck bed, and now lay staring at the stars, the pain in his heart deeper than any he had ever felt. For the first time, Keith wished he was dead. Quickly, though, he rid himself of that thought. If he wasn't alive, he wouldn't have his beautiful son, and he would have left her all alone. Leaving her alone had never been an option for him before, and it wouldn't be now. With those thoughts surrounding him, he got into his truck, and drove home where he really belonged.

"Natalie?" He shook her awake the next morning.

She cracked her eyes open slightly, and smiled at him through a face that was displaying remnants of cried tears. Her eyes were blackened and sickly looking, and her lips were chapped- she hadn't wanted to eat or drink anything. Keith felt helpless. When they had gotten the call last night, he had done everything in his power to cheer her up; to make her feel positive. He whispered in her ear that they had beaten this once, and they could do it again…but how can you assure someone of that? Cancer was un-predictable, and it didn't discriminate.

"Keith, is Toby awake?" Natalie asked, sitting up quickly.

"No, not yet. I thought maybe we could start breakfast together for him. He likes those Mickey Mouse pancakes and we haven't made them in awhile."

Natalie smiled. Keith knew that mentioning something their son would enjoy had hit the jackpot- Natalie couldn't help but melt whenever their son was happy, smiling, or even spoken of. Keith had assured her months ago that sometime soon, they could even try for another little one running round- it was just what made her happy. She hadn't ended up graduating with the highest of honors, and she didn't do an extraordinary job, but they were comfortable, and she adored the family life over an influential one. She worked at a small business across the street that made personalized things for children, and Keith ended up working at a local mechanics shop- he made decent money. Working there meant working with something he absolutely adored, so he got paid quite higher than the men who looked like they'd rather be attending their own funeral then be there.

Sliding out of bed, Natalie stumbled into Keith's embrace and held him tight. He hugged her back with strong arms, whispering in her ear: "I know you're scared…I'm scared too, partner, but I'm going to be everything you need through this, just like you were everything I needed."

She smiled at him and nodded, her eyes welling up with more tears. Keith wiped them away, remembering how he had cried when he first found out that he had cancer. He had cried every night in his room, away from everyone else, until he met Al. Al had given him those depression medications, and given him the best advice he could all the time, and after that Keith decided if he was going to die- he would die happy. The word, 'die' didn't bother him then, but now, it shook the inner core of his being. His heart throbbed with the ache to hold onto Natalie as tight as he could; maybe if he held onto her, she couldn't crumple beneath him: leave him.

"Ready?" She asked, noticing that he had become quite distant.

Keith nodded and took her hand, leading her down the stairs. Once they made it into the kitchen, though, Keith knew before looking at her that Natalie had more tears welling up in her eyes. There was their son, whom he had thought was still asleep while he had gone to wake his wife, standing on a step-stool on tip-toe, placing an un-broken egg in the pan. Keith chuckled at the appearance of an un-cracked egg in a pan that was on a completely black burner- he couldn't reach the 'on' button, and that's what he was attempting to do as they had walked in. Not hearing them enter, he stretched as much as he could, but his five year old arms were too short to reach. He took in a deep breath, as though ready to yell for his mother or father, but then Keith supposed he had remembered he was meaning to do this as a surprise. He stepped down and went to open the fridge, but gasped as he spun on his heel to be facing his parents.

"What are you doing in here, Superman?" Keith asked, picking up his son whom had been convinced for the past 3 months that he was, indeed, Superman.

"Nothing, Daddy." He replied timidly.

Keith grinned. "Want me to kick Mommy out so we can finish?"

At the mention of him and his father finishing the food together, he nodded and jumped down from his arms. Keith smiled back at Natalie, and she threw her hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I get it, I'll go away for a little while."

Keith kissed her cheek and followed his son into the kitchen. Natalie crossed her arms over her chest, and took in a deep breath. Her son and husband surely lifted her mood, but a hot shower couldn't do harm either.

a\n: If you guys listen to the song, you'll know where this is going. Please review! (:

God Bless, and I hope you enjoyed!

Sarah