Authors note, Ok, I know this is a really short chapter, but it's the end of this fic.
Enjoy!
A week later…..
Sanderson stomped into the kitchen, his hair sticking up in every direction, in sweats and a grey t-shirt, he'd spent the night.
Pregnant women were scary, Humera was proof.
While I mixed up a few eggs he jabbed his finger at me, "She's in there watching Jerry Springer. Jerry Springer! You know I watch CNN every morning, go make her change the channel!"
I shook my head, "Naw. If I anger that, I don't get sex and tonight's lookin good for me."
Sanderson narrowed his eyes, "We have to help Sam put up a tree house for his two monkies."
I nodded, "Yup. When I come home all sweaty and dirty in jeans, I'll be gettin some. I ain't got some in a week. So….you go watch the overweight cheatin bastards with my woman."
"Traitor," he spat, then went in the fridge and pulled out two more eggs, I took them, broke them, and added them to the ones in the measuring cup. "Where is her father at?"
I jerked my head toward McKnight's bedroom, or the never ending pit of darkness, "Sleepin. He was out late at one'a his poker games."
"Poker? Well whatever makes him happy," Sanderson muttered, then asked, "You want bacon?"
"Hell yeah," I told him.
Someone knocked on the front door, from the living room Diana shouted, "I'll get it!" Commercials must have been on. Sanderson turned toward the living room, I quickly told him, "You touch that TV and you die."
He stuck his tongue out at me, then headed to the fridge to get the bacon. "Are you willing to hang out your best…your only friend, in order to get some?"
I took the fork from the cup full of beaten eggs, "Do you wanna go home to your pregnant wife?"
He just grinned. I could see a comment forming up in that head of his, and then Diana's scream filled the house. In that second I tossed the cup of eggs on the sink and bolted for the front door, Sanderson right behind me.
We made it to the front door….and almost ran into Diana and Wandle, the two were locked in a hug.
For a moment I didn't know if it was a good or bad sign.
Wandle handed me a piece of paper while he held Diana, I snatched it and looked it over, lab results. It was all in med terms! It might as well have been in French. Sanderson looked over my shoulder, as lost as I was.
Finally Diana turned to me, a smile upon her face, "It's not cancerous."
Oh thank God!
Relief filled me.
A weight lifted that I hadn't know had been there, for a moment I thought I was gonna be sick until I saw her smile.
Her smile grew larger and I grabbed her, I wrapped my arms tightly around her and held her as close as I could, probably squeezing her. From over her shoulder I saw Wandle with a large smile on his face.
I held her closer and told him, "Go wake her father up and tell him."