Chapter 6

"So Emmett, how are you today?" I didn't even register that he had spoken until he cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows, smiling.

"Oh, I'm sorry Dr. Cullen. I guess I'm a little distracted." If only he knew that his sexy son was the cause of my inattention.

"Well, it's a pleasant distraction, I hope?"

I couldn't help the smile that broke out on my face, "Yes, sir."

"That's good to hear, son." He responded kindly, causing my to heart contract at the use of the word. I'd been seeing Dr. Cullen for years, but he'd never used that term with me before. I really liked it. "I'll be performing a few tests and then my assistant Bella will take over from there."

Dr. Cullen was friendly and efficient as he worked on me. After awhile, the lingering effects of my encounter with Edward were beginning to wear off and the seriousness of my situation was settling in. When these tests came back, I'd either be cancer free or have to begin radiation or chemotherapy treatments. And even if I were cancer free, I'd have to repeat the same process in a couple of months. This realization weighed heavily on me and my breathing started to become labored. I felt my chest constricting and my heart began beating wildly.

"Emmett?" Dr. Cullen questioned, "Is everything okay?"

I tried to calm myself before I spoke. "Uh…yeah. I think I just started to panic a little."

"Just breathe. It's okay. That's a perfectly natural reaction. This is a lot to handle. Do you have a support system Emmett? Having the encouragement of loved ones is an important part of the recovery process."

I answered without hesitation. "Yes. My best friend Rose…she's my anchor. I know I couldn't do this without her."

"Well, then you are lucky to have her in your life." He seemed to ponder something for a moment and then continued cautiously, "What about your mother?"

"Yeah…uh…about that. I haven't actually told her yet."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn't speak right away. "Emmett, you are a grown man now and I won't tell you what to do. But, I think you should consider telling your mother about this. I know things were difficult… with your father's illness. However, your situation is different and I think it would benefit both of you to be open and honest about this."

I opened my mouth to reply, but he continued, "Please Emmett. You don't have to respond to that. It's not my place to interfere, but I wanted you to know how I felt. At least consider it. And I would also recommend attending a support group, even if your test results are negative. Just think about it, okay?"

"Okay. I will sir…and…thank you, for caring."

He squeezed my shoulder and said, "Just remember that you're not alone Emmett. There are people who love you and want to be there for you." He walked over and made a few notes on my chart before adding, "Bella should be by in a few minutes to finish up your tests. I am off to have lunch with my son, Edward."

My heart started pounding again, but for a different reason this time. Just the mention of his name set my body on fire. "I, um, actually met your son today when I was in the waiting room Dr. Cullen."

"Did you, now?" he smiled. "I think you and Edward probably have a lot in common. Well, I'll be in touch soon Emmett, and please think about what I said."

"Sure thing Doc. Thanks." I sighed roughly as Dr. Cullen exited the room. Oh how I hoped Edward and I had things in common. Maybe one day I'd have the chance to discover what those things might be. I'd like to learn that and a whole lot more about that beautiful man. Edward…just thinking his name, sent a little thrill through my heart. Hey, it doesn't hurt to dream. And Edward was a dream come to life.

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I called Rose to fill her in on my appointment, but put off calling my Mom. Planning to wait, at least until these latest test results came in. I just couldn't face her yet. I decided to stay in for the evening and tried to keep my mind off of my worries. I surfed around the internet a bit, played some video games, and generally tried to relax. It didn't work that well and I chose to turn in early, seeing no point in prolonging the day. But, as I lay there, I realized that I really wasn't all that tired.

I let my mind wander and it, unsurprisingly, drifted to Edward. I thought of his strong jaw, his broad shoulders, his trim waist, and the glorious way that he filled out his jeans. As I catalogued his features, I felt myself growing hard. I hadn't had an erection since before my surgery, partially due to the recovery and healing time needed and partially due to my frame of mind. I had been feeling down and hadn't allowed myself to entertain any sort of sexual thoughts or fantasies.

Dr. Cullen had said that it was perfectly safe now for me to engage in any type of sexual encounter, as long as I felt up to it. Well I looked at my body and it was certainly on its way up. I slipped out of my boxer-briefs, and let my fingers ghost over my still hardening length. I closed my eyes and pictured Edward's face. He was smirking sexily as he looked me up and down. Then his piercing emerald eyes met and locked on mine. My breath hitched in my throat, even at this mental image, and my hand began to slowly stroke my length.

I reached my other hand up to pinch and tease my sensitive nipples. My imaginary Edward was watching me with unveiled interest. He couldn't take his eyes off of me, nor I him. It had been so long since my last orgasm, and I knew it wouldn't take much for me to climax. I remembered the way he said my name and I moaned, arching my back to the pleasure it brought me. There could be nothing sexier than my name on his lips. In my mind, he kept saying my name over and over, as I stroked myself harder. It was like an encouraging chant that only served to bring me closer to the edge.

I felt myself tightening and wondered briefly if everything would work right down there and if I would be able to ejaculate normally. I quickly banished the thought from my mind and focused on my Edward. He reached out as if to touch me and called my name yet again. I softly groaned out my reply, "I'm coming, Edward, I'm coming." My physical reaction matched my words and I came forcefully while thrusting into my hand. After I recovered I looked down and was pleased to see my sheets covered in a sticky, milky white substance. As strange as that may sound, it meant that I could perform normally and with that thought in mind, I fell into a deep and contented slumber. The best I'd had in over a month.

AN: I hope you are enjoying this story. I am working hard to update, mainly, because I can't get it off my mind. Emmett refuses to be ignored. Also, I am leaving soon for a camping trip and won't be updating for a while. So, if you have the time, I would love some feedback. Thanks so much for reading!