So I'll admit— I've been hit with an extremely bad case of writers block, but finally got struck with a bit of inspiration today (literally out of no where, but I won't question it). This is not my best work, as you'll soon see, but it helped me get my creative juices flowing again. Hopefully I'll update a few of my abandoned stories ( like Halo) very soon. I also want to write more stories, I just have not had any new ideas, hence the reason for these song-fics. I'm hoping I'll get hit with more inspiration soon, but if any of you guys have ideas and want to run them by me, let me know! (hint hint, othfan— lol!)

So this is based off of the song "I'm Gonna Love You Through It" by Martina McBride. It's a tearjerker, so I'm warning you now! Lol, but enjoy.

. . . .

She dropped the phone and burst into tears

the doctor just confirmed her fears

her husband held it in and held her tight

Cancer don't discriminate

or care if you're just 38

with three kids who need you in their lives

"Damn," Haley Scott heard her husband drawl, "you even make washing dishes look sexy."

Her lips loosened into a lopsided smile, though she hardly believed him. It was the end of the week, the bags under her eyes were now boulders, and she was in the middle of cleaning up the remnants of dinner. Haley doubted anything about her loose fitted t-shirt she changed into after work screamed 'sexy', but by the intense gleam in Nathan's eyes, she suddenly felt like the only star in the sky. A soft pink blush shadowed her cheeks.

Nathan, detecting the denial on his wife's face, shuffled over to where she was standing in front of the sink, and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I'm serious, baby. You're beautiful."

She felt his moist lips attach to the sweet spot right below her left ear and shivered. He always knew exactly what she craved. Haley's giggles turned into a light moan when Nathan hastily swept the tip of his tongue over the creamy flesh. She felt him smirk.

"Mhmm, we can't do this now—" the attempt was futile.

"The kids are upstairs playing," he whispered. "And a little kissing never killed anyone."

Haley's teeth sunk into her lips seductively. "You're right," her voice suddenly breathless.

She dropped the soapy sponge into the bottom of the kitchen sink and turned forcefully, throwing her arms around Nathan's tan neck. Their lips met, almost magnetically, as they shared a progressively passionate kiss— starting as a quick spark, but erupting into a raging wildfire. They burned in each other's arms.

Both knew they needed to pull away before they couldn't, especially when their three kids were home. Neither Nathan nor Haley wanted to explain their compromising position to a three, six, or ten-year-old.

Fortunately, the sound of Haley's ringing cellphone provided the perfect opportunity to put the fire out. She gave him a sympathetic smile and popped a quick kiss on his cheek before grabbing her phone from the counter.

"Hello?"

Nathan's smirk retracted into sheer concern when he watched Haley tense in front of him.

"Oh, um, are you sure?"

He heard her tone lilt, breaking on the end of 'sure.'

"Okay. Th-thank you."

She didn't want to turn around. She couldn't. Just like that, the fire was out, and she was standing in the ruins. Black char gripped at her ankles. Haley was stuck. How was she going to face her husband?

"Hales, baby?" Nathan tentatively reached his hand out and gently cupped her shoulder. He watched as she shook her head adamantly, refusing to turn. The phone slipped from her tight grip, clamoring onto the tiled floor. Neither made a move to retrieve it. "What happened?"

"That-" she choked, "that was Doctor Stevens."

He still couldn't see the front of her face but knew the tears were streaming down her cheeks. With a baited breath, Nathan gulped. His mind taking him to a memory from last week.

. . .

"Shhh!" Haley tried to quiet her husband's loud chuckles, but she too, couldn't stop giggling. His fingers danced over her skin, sending tickles straight to her nerves. She thrashed below his strong frame, squirming on top of their bed sheets. It was nearing midnight, the kids were well asleep, but they had just gotten in from their weekly date night, and couldn't stop laughing.

"Nathan!" She gasped when his palms brushed over her chest. In the midst of their tickling, her shirt had lifted, exposing a black lace bra.

His blue eyes widened appreciatively, swirling with a tidal wave of desire.

In a matter of seconds, their laughter turned to a smoky steam enveloping around them. She watched from beneath him as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly chiseled abs.

Haley's tongue snaked over her lips and couldn't resist the urge to run her warm hands over his skin.

Nathan gave her a cocky grin, "Like what you see, Mrs. Scott?"

"Mhmm," she nodded furiously and moaned when he swooped down to kiss her. As their tongues dueled, Nathan's hands wandered back to her chest.

"Take it off," she whispered, feeling his calloused palms rub above the swell of her bra-clad breasts.

In one swift move, Nathan successfully removed the garment and flung it behind him. Haley was far too enraptured to care that it had probably landed on the floor along with his pile of dirty socks. She'd deal with it tomorrow.

With their lips still locked, Haley's nails clawed his naked back, silently encouraging him to continue his exploration of her breasts.

Nathan's calloused thumb flickered over one hardened bud, while the other hand gently massaged the curve of the breast.

"Mhm!" Haley's eyes clenched in pleasure, loving the feel of his large hands against her sensitive skin. She continued writing below him, but whimpered when she felt his hand suddenly pull away from her right breast. "Why'd you stop?" She pouted.

Nathan sat erect, almost frozen, while Haley's eyebrows knit together with confusion. "Nathan?"

He remained silent and gently brought his hand back to the side of her chest. Haley mistook it as erotic and smiled seductively. "Don't stop, baby."

"Haley," his voice graveled.

Still in a state of bliss, she missed the concerned plea, and brought her hand over his, desperate for a tweak— a pull— anything.

"Hales," Nathan warned softly again. This time, she heard the apprehension and opened her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

He inhaled heavily, as if a deep breath had the ability to instill the power to prepare him to say the next words. "You, um, … there's a lump, Haley."

"What?" She sat up against the headboard and touched her fingers to where his hand had just been.

"I've, uh, I've felt you a million times, baby, and that has never been there."

Haley scraped her teeth against the bottom of her lip. "I'm sure it's nothing," she hitched. "Come on, let's just get back to what we were doing."

"Hales," Nathan whispered seriously, "I think you should get it checked out."

Looking into his eyes, she could see the fear floating between the specks of his blue irises.

"Okay, I will." Her breathy, nervous tone matched his. Any air of seduction dissipated, and became replaced with pure need. Haley clung tightly onto her husband, burrowing her head into the space between the shoulder and neck. "I love you so much," he whispered, and held her like that for the rest of the night.

. . .

"It's Cancer, Nathan."

Every word, every breath, every thought escaped his body as he rushed over to her and enveloped Haley tightly between his arms. She turned and sank into his embrace, barely able to stand as she let out a choking sob. They stood tangled, holding onto each other, letting their world break around them. Nathan's hand cradled Haley's head to his chest, unable to let go.

"I know that you're afraid, and I am too, but you'll never be alone, Hales. I promise you." Nathan began, "When you're weak, I'll be strong. When you let go, I'll hold on. When you need to cry, I swear that I'll be there to dry your eyes. When you feel lost and scared to death, like you can't take one more step, just take my hand. Together we can do it. I'm gonna love you through it."

"I love you, Nathan." Her words were barely audible, but hung loosely in the air. Their love wasn't going anywhere.

"I love you, too. Always and forever."

. . .

Nathan wanted to throw up. He'd been in the waiting room for nearly six hours, and was almost surprised his leg hadn't fallen off from the amount of time he had shaken it. Haley was in the middle of surgery and it killed him he couldn't be next to her to hold her hand. He just wanted to see her— to be with her. He meant what he said; he was going through this with her. She was not, and never would be, alone.

"Mr. Scott?"

He stood when the Doctor called his name, and raked his fingers through his already disheveled hair as he anxiously awaited to hear how the surgery went.

"How is she?"

Dr. Stevens, an elderly and gentle white-haired-man, smiled softly. "We caught it just in time, but we had to take more than we planned. Haley had to have a mastectomy, Nathan."

He blew out a breath and nodded, "Is she okay?"

"She's in recovery right now, but it's all gone. She's cancer-free."

Tears welled in Nathan's eyes. He ignored his pride and let them fall freely. "Thank God."

She made it through the surgery fine

They said they caught it just in time

But they had to take more than they planned

Now it's forced smiles and baggy shirts

To hide what the cancer took from her

But she just wants to feel like a woman again

She said, "I don't think I can do this anymore"

He took her in his arms and said "That's what my love is for"

Haley stood in front of the mirror and sighed. Even with the mastectomy bra, she still didn't feel whole. She wanted to feel like a woman again. She wanted to feel beautiful again.

"Hey, gorgeous." Nathan strolled into their master bedroom and smiled warmly. Haley had been really down lately, so he tried everything in his power to make her happy.

"Hi," she smiled, but Nathan knew it didn't reach her eyes.

"Come here," he beckoned from his spot on the edge of the bed. She reluctantly shuffled over to him but avoided his gaze. "What's going on, babe?"

Haley studied the floor, "Do you still want me?" She asked as she self-consciously tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

A piece of Nathan's heart chipped away, simply from the vulnerability of her words. "Of course I do, Haley. I always want you. You know that." He reached out and cusped her cheek, urging her to meet his eyes. "Nothing has changed, Haley. You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You're the only woman I want. You're the only woman who makes me get hard just by standing in line at the grocery store because you bend down to pick something up—,"

"Nathan!" She admonished with embarrassment, "don't be so crude!"

He grinned, loving the reaction only he could muster, "but it's true, Hales. You have no idea what you do to me."

"But I look like a Cyclops," she cried, "I hate it. I hate that I can't be enough for you."

"Stop it," he muttered, "you are more than enough, Haley James Scott. You're the best damn part of me, and I hate it when you talk about my best friend like that."

That earned him a shy smile. "You mean it?"

"I promise," Nathan swore. "I love you. I love every inch of you. You're beautiful," he urged, and softly pressed a kiss on her shoulder blade. "You're so sexy," his fingers wandered to her rear, "and I want you."

Haley gently fell back on their bed and gave him a bashful smile, "you have me. Always and forever."