"I want to visit my family." The words left Lance's mouth before he even had a chance to fully process the thought. "In Cuba."
"I'm aware of where your family lives, Lance." Pidge said from the kitchen amusement in her voice. She emerged a few moments later a cup of coffee in hand. Pausing in the doorway her small smile faded to a thin line as she took in Lance's expression. She sighed, settling at the table next to him. She noticed the scrambled eggs she made him remained untouched.
Lance launched into explanation before she could even open her mouth. "Pidge, what if I never see them again. You heard the doctor. I might not even have a year left."
"Key word Might, Lance" Pidge bit out feeling sick with thinking about Lance's latest hospital visit after blacking out while with Shiro, Keith, and Matt. She didn't want to hear about where she was going with this. She kept those thoughts hidden deep within her mind locked away in a vault so secure nothing would crack it.
"You don't know that. I don't know that. My family doesn't know that. Hell, even the doctors don't even know., But I do know one thing. I'm dying, and I want to see my family before I go."
"Please don't talk like that. They will find a cure." The words were false hope on her lips and however much she wanted to believe it her hope flickered and died seconds after the words were spoken, her mind echoing from when Lance was first diagnosed.
No Cure.
There was nothing she could do. She could just watch as her time with him grew shorter.
Lance took her hand as she stared into her neglected coffee. "Pidge there's no cure." He tilted his head slightly. 'Please look at me."
Pidge lifted her head, her brown eyes filled with pain and sorrow. "Please stop talking like you're dying next week." She forced the words out even as her lip quivered. "You're here with me right now, and that's all that matters. We can go visit your family but don't act like it's the last time you're ever going to see them. Please." With tear streaks down her face, Pidge got up from the table taking the untouched coffee and eggs into the kitchen.
Lance sat there watching her go, Then the sound of water and dishes clattering in the sink filled his ears. The sound stopped suddenly, and Lance was at the entrance to the kitchen without a moment's thought. He stopped short at the sight of Pidge standing with an arm braced against the sink, the other hand pressed firmly against her mouth to silence her sobs. Lance cautiously approached; he had not even touched her before she had wrapped him in an embrace. It shattered his heart to feel Pidge shuddering against him, her tears soaking his shirt.
After a moment, Pidge's crying stopped and she looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. The shine that he normally saw within them, so full of life and curiosity was gone, in its place was sadness and despair. Taking a hand Lance brushed some hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "I'm glad my shirt was an effective tissue for you." he said smiling at her. She gave a soft chuckle in return, the shine that he loved seeing returning to her eyes once more.
Lance placed a kiss to her forehead leaving his lips there for a moment longer than necessary. He guessed his intention was that even after he was gone that she would still feel the ghost of his lips still pressed firmly against her forehead. And with that thought in mind he pressed all his love into that kiss and then tilting her face up he pressed his lips to hers hoping to leave the same effect on them as well.
An hour later they were in their bed, clothes discarded on the floor, and blankets pulled up to their chins, while the TV played in the background the movie long forgotten. Lance traced a hand up Pidge's side all the way to her face before gently tapping her on the nose. She closed her eyes and scrunched her nose up in one motion. It was the cutest sight ever, and Lance never wanted to forget it.
"You're awfully smiley today."
He wasn't even aware he was until Pidge had said something. "There's not a problem with it is there?"
Pidge moved until she was laying right next to him on her stomach blanket still covering them both. Stretching she pressed her nose against his in an eskimo's kiss. "Absolutely not." She whispered her face inches from his.
"Good." Lance said, smiling before wrapping his arms around her, flipping them over. He hovered above her for a mere few seconds before attacking her with tickles. Pidges laughter filled the apartment for the next few minutes.
After fifteen minutes the two were curled up in each other's arms fast asleep without a care in the world
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Hello All! WOW! It has been a minute since a story update. Life has been a little crazy, but I'd like to keep a schedule with writing. We'll see how that goes ;). For now, enjoy this update!
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