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John POV

"Hey." the person answered.

"Hey Paul, you got a minute?" I asked him.

"Yeah, what's up?" he asked me.

"I just wanted to let you know that she passed out today and had to be taken to the hospital." I told him.

"Is she ok?" he asked me a little worried.

"Yeah, her sugar dropped and we didn't know it until she passed out." I told him.

"She didn't tell you she was diabetic, did she?" he asked me.

"No, how long has she been this way?" I asked him.

"Since birth, but she hates to tell people." he told me.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Because she doesn't want people to think it is a weakness. She also doesn't tell anyone because she doesn't want to be treated different." he told me.

"Oh, alright. Thanks." I told him. I understood a little more.

"Oh, can you tell her something for me?" he asked me.

"Sure. What is it?" I asked him.

"We are meeting Mom and Dad at the restaurant tomorrow night at 8 pm. You are invited and what time is your flight arriving in Atlanta?" he asked me.

"Ok, and we are arriving around 2 pm. What about your flight?" I asked him.

"Around noon." he told me.

"Alright, I will tell her and we will stop by your hotel room when we get in." I told him.

"Good, see ya tomorrow." he told me. I hung up after saying bye. I sighed. I went back into my room. Iris was still asleep. I looked at the clock it was 4 in the afternoon. I sat down and moved some hair out of her face. She smiled in her sleep. I smiled when she did that. I needed to get some work done on my lyrics. I sat down at my computer and began to work on lyrics. I didn't realize that Iris had woken up. She stretched and walked over. I had just turned off the computer and leaned back in my chair. She sat on the desk and slid off it onto my lap. She was straddling the chair. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was beautiful. I just looked at her.

"Sorry." she said in a small voice. I smiled at her.

"I am sorry too. I should have pushed you to talk about it. I also shouldn't have said what I did. I know you love me, but I was anger." I told her. I looked at her and realized she didn't have any pants on. She must haven taken them off while she was asleep or gotten hot. I ran my hands up her thighs and smiled at her. She unzipped the jeans I had on.

"We have to be quiet." I told her. She smiled as she sank down on my hard member. She began to ride me at a slow pace. I had my head leaned back and my eyes closed. I was wanting her to go faster.

"Faster, baby." I moaned in a whisper. She just continued her pace. I wanted her to go faster. I wrapped my arms around her and stood up. She just looked at me and wrapped her legs around me. I quickly laid her on the bed and thrust all the way into her. She gasped. I continued and quickened my pace. She was clawing at the bed. I speed up again. I was so close and I knew she was. I leaned down and kissed her to quiet our moans as we both came at the same time. I collapsed beside her.

"I love you." I whispered to her.

"I love you, John." she said to me. I just held her for a few minutes. We were laying there when there was a knock at the door. I quickly put the blanket over us.

"Come in." she said. Mom opened the door and poked her head in.

"You two hungry?" she asked us.

"I am." I told Mom.

"Iris?" she asked me.

"Yes, ma'am." she answered her.

"Good, dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Come on downstairs." she said and shut the door. I kissed Iris.

"Come on." I told her. She got up and put her jeans back on. I was ready to walk out the door and she was still sitting on the bed.

"Baby, come on." I said a little annoyed.

"John, gotta check my sugar level." she told me. I just walked over and watched what she was doing. She poked herself with a needle and put it on a strip connected to the meter. A number showed up a few seconds later.

"What does 180 mean?" I asked her.

"That is my blood sugar level. It is a little high. I will have to eat light." she told me.

"So that tells your level and how much you can eat?" I asked her.

"Kinda. It tells my level, but if it is high I have to stay away from certain types of foods." she told me.

"Cool. What can you not eat if its high?" I asked her.

"Um.. starches, sweets, alcohol, and things high is sugars." she told me.

"Ok." I answered her.

"Don't worry about it. I just can't eat a lot of stuff you like to eat, but it will ok." she told me.

"Ok, wow." I told her.

"Come on. Let's eat." she said. We were walking downstairs and I told her what Paul had told me.

We got into the kitchen and I looked at what Mom had cooked. She had cooked spaghetti. I got a large plate. Iris got a small amount. We sat down with Mom and ate.

"Mom, it's really good." I told her.

"Iris, how are you feeling?" Mom asked her.

"I am good." she said. We finished and she disappeared upstairs. She came back a few minutes later. She had her meter with her.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"Checking my sugar." she said.

"Again?" I asked her.

"John, I have to now to see how much insulin I have to give myself." she said. Mom had gone in the den. She checked her sugar. It was up to 195. I watched as she got a bottle out of the refrigerator. She came back and took out a needle. She filled it so much and gave herself a shot in her stomach. I just watched. She finished and threw the needle away.

"Did it hurt?" I asked her. She shook her head no. We just sat there for a minute when Sean came walking.

"John, I am running over to Dan's you want to go?" he asked me. I looked at Iris.

"Yeah, he does." she said. I smiled at her and left with him.

Iris POV

I was sitting in the kitchen looking out the window. I heard people yelling. It sounded like John and Carol. I just sat there. They continued to yell until Carol came into the kitchen very upset. She looked at me. I pulled a chair out and she sat in it.

"Are you ok?" I asked her.

"No, we are getting divorced. I can't take it anymore." she said.

"Carol, I am sorry." I told her.

"It's ok. I know it is all for the better. We haven't told the boys yet. I think we are going to get through Christmas before we do." she told me.

We sat there and talked for a little longer. The boys came in an hour later. John and I went straight to bed; we had to get up early tomorrow to leave.