Sonny sat their shocked. Here he had this beautiful woman in his arm who moments before he had considered healthy and strong. Now as he held her he felt how thin and fragile she had become. How hard she had tried all night to act normal when he knew something wasn't right. She was trying to be herself by always being graceful and kind. He wanted to throw something, hit something, and do something to vent his anger. Yet all he could do was sit and hold her until she fell asleep.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
Sonny knew he had to say something but getting the words to form in his mouth was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do. He would have rather taken ten bullets than to deal with this. But you have to deal with this. Don't be fucking coward. Get a Grip Corinthos.
He stroked her hair. "Why are you sorry?"
"Because this was supposed to be such a wonderful night. Not much of a welcome home huh?" she asked forcing herself to give a small laugh.
Sonny kissed the top of her head. "We're here that's all that matters. And you know we'll beat this right. I'll do whatever you want. I'll get the best doctors. I'll find a cure, Em. I promise."
Emily put her finger over his lips and looked up at his deep chocolate brown eyes. "Don't make promises you can't keep. I wouldn't blame you Sonny if you left. I know that this is a lot more than you ever planned on-."
Sonny stopped her. "Em, I'm not going anywhere that I promise. Go to sleep. OK? We'll talk in the morning."
Emily placed a kiss on his lips so innocent, but Sonny couldn't help but be turned on. Emily smiled knowing the power she had over him. As she snuggled into his arms he held her tighter. Emily prayed that he would never let go as Sonny prayed that he never had to.