~*Before anyone gets confused, the rest of the story will be told as it's happening. Imagine this as the second day of their honeymoon and the first 2 chapters were them discussing what happened the day before and this morning. I know it's weird but you'll see why I had to do it in the end.*~
Adam's POV
I hated lying to Charlie so badly it made my stomach ache. A marriage is based on honesty and I was already being dishonest with him. I felt like a such a jerk and wondered if my new husband could see right through me. Did he know I wasn't telling him the truth? Could he tell that I'd been hiding something from him for months?
Right now, I think I'm going to make us a nice, romantic dinner. Candlelight and all, I've just got too go see what we've got in that pantry. I haven't really had time to go shopping yet. Hehe, we've been busy since we got here. He's just so passionate.
"Babe, I'm back!" The front door opens and I hear Charlie kick off his snow covered boots, followed by the sound of his stocking clad feet skidding across the hardwood floor.
"Stay out there," I command. "on second though, go change, I put some clothes out on our bed for you."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Good reason. I'll be back."
I smile as I hear him run up the stairs to the bed room, like a little child being chased into bed. His energy is just so amazing. It's also contagious, being around him makes me want too do things. Right now the thing I want to do is get that chicken out of the oven.
Chicken? Check. Wild rice? Check. Maple glazed baby carrots? Check. Yup, everything's ready. Candles are glowing softly and music humming. All I need now is my man, who is on his way down the steps right now.
Charlie nocks gently on the dining room door and I feel my heart thump. "Can I come in now?"
"Uh." I look around to make sure everything's done. "Yup come on in, Sweetie."
The knob turn and the door squeaks open and there standing in the entryway is my husband. Hair slicked back, chin smoothly shaven and dressed in a gray button down shirt that pick up the silvery specks in his eyes. My mouth runs dry at the sight. He never seems to be less gorgeous no matter how many times I look at him. Forever won't be long enough.
"It looks delicious, Adam." He kisses my forehead and wraps an arm around my waist.
I kiss him back and smile. "It is, so sit down and eat it."
There's some lighthearted laughing as we sit at the table, enjoying not only the food, but each other also. As I look across as him, I see how much he's changed and all he's done just to keep me by his side. How could I not love him with all my heart, every fiber of my being. I need too tell him the truth, what I've been hiding from him for months.
"Charlie, baby, I need too tell you something." I begin.
"If it's how you got this chicken so moist I'm all ears." He chuckles, his mouth so full he can barely chew.
"I have cancer. Bone cancer in my wrist. The Doctor called me the night after my father broke my wrist and told me something odd had shown up on the x-ray and asked if I could go back. So I did and they tested it. Malignant Fibrous Histiocytoma, that's the name they gave it after a few days. It seems the disease weakens the bones, making them break so much easier. This is why my wrist is so fragile. I've had it for years and never knew it."
I guess you can imagine that I'd be in terrible shape having gone untreated since I was twelve, but I'm not. In fact I still haven't really developed symptoms, other then small weight loss. It hasn't really effected me yet, so I figured. 'Why tell Charlie? He'll just worry. 'And things are going so good right now, I don't want to spoil it. I'll go back too the Doctor's after out honeymoon and start treatment… maybe if nothing gets in the way. But, I couldn't keep it from you anymore. So now you know."
Wordlessly he wipes the corner of his mouth on the button of his shirt and walks out of the room, leaving me alone in the flickering light.
Adam's POV
I hated lying to Charlie so badly it made my stomach ache. A marriage is based on honesty and I was already being dishonest with him. I felt like a such a jerk and wondered if my new husband could see right through me. Did he know I wasn't telling him the truth? Could he tell that I'd been hiding something from him for months?
Right now, I think I'm going to make us a nice, romantic dinner. Candlelight and all, I've just got too go see what we've got in that pantry. I haven't really had time to go shopping yet. Hehe, we've been busy since we got here. He's just so passionate.
"Babe, I'm back!" The front door opens and I hear Charlie kick off his snow covered boots, followed by the sound of his stocking clad feet skidding across the hardwood floor.
"Stay out there," I command. "on second though, go change, I put some clothes out on our bed for you."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Good reason. I'll be back."
I smile as I hear him run up the stairs to the bed room, like a little child being chased into bed. His energy is just so amazing. It's also contagious, being around him makes me want too do things. Right now the thing I want to do is get that chicken out of the oven.
Chicken? Check. Wild rice? Check. Maple glazed baby carrots? Check. Yup, everything's ready. Candles are glowing softly and music humming. All I need now is my man, who is on his way down the steps right now.
Charlie nocks gently on the dining room door and I feel my heart thump. "Can I come in now?"
"Uh." I look around to make sure everything's done. "Yup come on in, Sweetie."
The knob turn and the door squeaks open and there standing in the entryway is my husband. Hair slicked back, chin smoothly shaven and dressed in a gray button down shirt that pick up the silvery specks in his eyes. My mouth runs dry at the sight. He never seems to be less gorgeous no matter how many times I look at him. Forever won't be long enough.
"It looks delicious, Adam." He kisses my forehead and wraps an arm around my waist.
I kiss him back and smile. "It is, so sit down and eat it."
There's some lighthearted laughing as we sit at the table, enjoying not only the food, but each other also. As I look across as him, I see how much he's changed and all he's done just to keep me by his side. How could I not love him with all my heart, every fiber of my being. I need too tell him the truth, what I've been hiding from him for months.
"Charlie, baby, I need too tell you something." I begin.
"If it's how you got this chicken so moist I'm all ears." He chuckles, his mouth so full he can barely chew.
"I have cancer. Bone cancer in my wrist. The Doctor called me the night after my father broke my wrist and told me something odd had shown up on the x-ray and asked if I could go back. So I did and they tested it. Malignant Fibrous Histiocytoma, that's the name they gave it after a few days. It seems the disease weakens the bones, making them break so much easier. This is why my wrist is so fragile. I've had it for years and never knew it."
I guess you can imagine that I'd be in terrible shape having gone untreated since I was twelve, but I'm not. In fact I still haven't really developed symptoms, other then small weight loss. It hasn't really effected me yet, so I figured. 'Why tell Charlie? He'll just worry. 'And things are going so good right now, I don't want to spoil it. I'll go back too the Doctor's after out honeymoon and start treatment… maybe if nothing gets in the way. But, I couldn't keep it from you anymore. So now you know."
Wordlessly he wipes the corner of his mouth on the button of his shirt and walks out of the room, leaving me alone in the flickering light.