This is the last chapter. Enjoy :)

Four months later, Kenna takes her first bite of a large hotdog, her eyes closing in pleasure as she lets out a satisfied moan, giving Bash a nod as she points to the food.

"This," she starts. "Is amazing."

"See what you've been missing out on?" He asks, picking his apart a little into sizeable bites.

She giggles, licking her lips. "After, we'll stop in France for some dessert," she says happily. "And then turn in for the night in Switzerland."

"This 'jet-trip' or whatever you call it is actually pretty exciting," he says, watching her take another bite. "Five countries in twenty-four hours? Never would have thought of that myself."

She chews and nods. "I've always wanted to do that. I mean, I had the money to but never the time. I'm glad you're here with me."

Bash smiles and points to her cheek. "You've got a little bit of sauce on your..." He watches as she attempts to wipe it off. "Let me get it."

Grabbing a napkin, he helps her wipe off the curry sauce before handing her the napkin to wipe her messy fingers.

"So unladylike," she says, giggling nervously. "No one has ever found out that I eat like a pig when I'm alone."

"No, you don't," he says, leaning back in his seat. "It's sexy."

"Turns you on, does it?" She teases him before she frowns a little. "I'm actually starting to feel a bit tired. Can we go now?"

"Yeah, of course," Bash says, requesting for some takeaway boxes for later. "You good?"

Kenna nods. "I think it's the jetting around taking a toll. Sorry."

"Don't be. We'll go straight to Switzerland," he replies, getting up and offering his hand.

She takes it and accepts a quick hug before helping him take their leftovers in a carrier bag. They thank the chefs and make their way outside, Kenna linking her arm with his for some support.

"I'm so sorry," she mumbles.

"The doctor did say you'll still be feeling tired even after radiotherapy," Bash says. "I'm surprised you weren't saying this earlier."

Kenna beams, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for this week. It's been a dream come true."

"I'm glad to hear it."

"I don't want it to end," she says, turning to him.

Bash stills and turns to face her. "What?"

Kenna blushes a deep crimson. "I like you, Bash."

"Oh," he mumbles, his eyes darting away from hers. "I see. Kenna-"

"Oh, I've read this wrong, haven't I?" She asks, blushing furiously than before. "Shit. I'm so sorry. You know what? Forget about it-"

"Kenna, it's not that I don't like you-"

Kenna suddenly feels angry. "It's just that I've had cancer."

"Kenna-"

"You don't have to explain, I understand," she tells him softly. "You've seen me at my worse, literally every bodily fluid one can think of... I wouldn't want me either. Recovering cancer-ridden alcoholic."

Bash sighs. "Don't say that."

"Don't try and make me feel better," she snaps. "Just forget about it. Ignore it and let's go."

She walks on, doesn't even bother linking their arms as tears springs to her eyes. She can't believe she told him. She's so stupid.

They catch the cab back to the airstrip in silence with Bash contemplating placing his hand on hers.

...

Bash clears away dirt, twigs and dead flowers from the gravestone and rearranges fresh flowers on it. A small hand hands him a rose and he turns to give the owner a bright smile.

"Thank you," he tells the little girl as he takes the flower and places it front and centre, looking over his shoulder. "Does it look good?"

"It does," Kenna replies, rubbing her huge bump. "I would do it myself but-"

"I'm not letting my wife tend to a gravestone at eight months pregnant," Bash says, getting up and dusting his trousers off.

Kenna gives him a smile, pressing a kiss on his lips before turning to the gravestone. "Happy Tenth Anniversary, Mama," she says softly. "Miss you... Dad said he visited on your birthday with the others. I wanted to come but I had a little fall and found out that I was expecting this one." She rubs her belly. "Then I was working and France is... it's wonderful and I'm four years cancer-free, Mama."

Bash presses a kiss on the side of her head, bending down to lift their one-year-old into his arms. "Want to say something to Nana?"

The girl shakes her head, making her parents laugh.

"Fair enough," Kenna says. "Yeah, Mum, Joanna's still learning how to talk. She can count to one hundred, sing the alphabet and Baby Shark is like a cult in our house. I wonder if having a son would differ... But Joanna is just like her namesake, you. Less headstrong though and more beautiful. There's not a day that goes by when I don't think about you and you meeting Bash and our children... I found happiness, Mum and I never thought I'd get it. Not after I was told that I had a tumour at twenty-three. Now, twenty-seven, I'm right as rain for now."

"And forevermore," her husband says firmly.

Kenna laughs a little. "Yes," she breathes out. "We should get going. We spent three days with the family and now, Bash has to go back to work tomorrow so we're taking a flight back home to France. Honestly, I wish you could have experience living there. It's sublime. I know French. Well, I did but I'm fluent now! No more secondary school French to tide me over, I'm having full-on conversations with people. Well, anyway before I ramble even more... Au revoir, Mama. Stay beautiful."

Bash slips his arm over her shoulders as their daughter wraps hers around his neck and lays her head in the crook of her neck. They head towards Kenna's brother's car that they borrowed for the short trip to the cemetery.

"I'm glad you came with me," she says.

"I had to meet the woman who made you so you could be in my life today," Bash says easily. "Remember when you met my mum?"

She laughs. "We toasted her birthday with red wine which none of us drinks but it was her favourite and I spilt it all over my brand new white tee..."

"Going teetotal was the best decision of my life," he says lightly. "Anything for you, I'd do. I'd walk on the Sun for you-"

"Alright, lover boy," Kenna says. "I doubt that."

"You're right, I don't want to burn my-" He turns to their daughter. "Bum off but the most I'm willing to do is get run over."

Kenna giggles, slapping his chest as she wraps an arm around his waist. "You're crazy."

"Crazy in love with you."

"Crazy!"

"Don't let me start belting out Beyoncé right now."

Joanna lifts her head up and stares at her father. "Beyoncé?!"

"Great, now we have to sing her entire life's work," Kenna says, chuckling. "We're raising a little Queen B fan over here."

"Thank God for Spotify," Bash mumbled. "Only the clean songs."

"Aren't they all?" Kenna smirks before a smile grows on her face. "I never thought I'd be here."

Bash kisses her softly. "Well, you did take things one day at a time."