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Chapter 19- Nights and Mornings

Elena Amber

After dinner James and I danced to our wedding playlist. There were a few Coldplay songs, a Frank Sinatra song, and some other eclectic songs ranging from Justin Timberlake to Keane. James had given me a small dose Diazepam to take the edge off the anxiety brought on by my grief and he hadn't let go of me since he administered it. "Let's get you out of your dress," he said softly.

"Okay," I agreed and stepped out of his arms and started towards the stairs but the Diazepam made me wobbly and I fell to the floor but James caught me.

"Let me take you up, Elena honey," James said swept me off the floor, "You shouldn't walk unassisted when Diazepam is in your system. You'll fall, okay?"

"Sorry."

"It's okay. Are you hurt?" he kissed the side of my head.

"I'm okay," I promised him as we got to the bedroom. He put me on my feet but held onto my hips as he unzipped my dress and got me out of it. With the yellow dress at my feet I stood in the slip that came with the dress to wear under it.

"Are you comfortable sleeping in this?" he asked.

"James could we…?"

"In the morning, Elena honey, after the Diazepam has worn off. I don't want to risk anything. Okay? We'll have a wedding morning. How's that?"

"Hopefully that includes breakfast," I said and laughed.

"Always. Let's go to sleep Elena," James said and curled me into his arms and I buried my face into his shoulder. "I love you, Elena Wilson."

"I love you more James Wilson."

I didn't wake until light was coming into the bedroom. I was laid against James who was still dressed. His hands were rubbing my back gently. "How'd you sleep?" James asked.

"Really good," I said and kissed him and rolled me on top of him and ran his hands near my pancreas. "James…"

"I know you're thinking about Seth when I touch your pancreas Elena, but your pancreas are perfectly healthy and cancer free. You need to trust me I would know. You know, you might be the reason I became an oncologist; to protect you."

"Shut up. Your sweet talk works on me," I said playfully and untied his tie and he helped me out of my slip.

"Elena you are so beautiful and so healthy," he said and put his lips to my neck right on the pulse. "I will never let cancer hurt you again."

"I love you James."

"I love you Elena."

"Oh James," I said and sighed as I reached out for one of his hands and we held hands as we fulfilled the contract of our marriage.