Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
My brothers are no help, they keep crying. They love August almost as much as I do. She’s been a huge part of our family and… great now I’m crying. I’ve to got pull it together. Not for me, for her. She needs me and as much as I need her all I can do is make her feel loved and heard like Dad said.
“Bro?” Mikey asks, coming over to my truck window. How long have I been sitting here? I am supposed to be surprising this job site, but it’s no use. It’s not safe, I can’t concentrate.
“Yeah?” I ask, after rolling the window down.
“You okay?”
“You ever been in love?”
“Yes,” he says surprising me. I want to ask with who, but now’s not the time. He’s not the kind of guy that dates or runs through women either. I don’t know what his deal is honestly.
“Then you know what it’s like to think that the other half of your soul may not be there one day. I can barely get out of bed in the morning.”
“Sack up man. This shit isn’t about you. I get that you are upset, sad, mad at the world, God, the doctors, but this is about August. She doesn’t need to see this. Be better.”
“When did you get so wise?”
“I was born this way.”
For the first time in weeks, I laugh, like a deep belly laugh, and I’ll admit, it feels good.
CHAPTER 13
AUGUST
ONE MONTH LATER
Chemo is done—it has been for the last two weeks—and I am more than happy about that part. My doctor told me that normally, it takes a couple of weeks to get an answer about the prognosis, but due to it being ovarian, she says it is a bit trickier. Therefore, she is going to order a panel of oncologists to also look at the scans and such before giving me the answer.
While I was for that, she insisted I start living again. She wants to slowly introduce things to my diet, go for short walks, and start enjoying life once more. I am still weak and a bit nauseous, but I can already tell my body is feeling relief. When I look in the mirror now, I don’t see a cancer patient. I see a fighter, though I still have doubts about my longevity when I let myself stop believing.
My hair is still gone but I can see the start of it coming back and I don’t let myself think about it because it could happen that the cancer is not gone and once again I will be hooked up to machines getting poison pumped into my veins.
I still cannot bring myself to be naked in front of Declan no matter how much he tells me he loves me no matter what and although I know it is true, I still am insecure. I wonder often if I am ever going to be myself again?
I finish making myself something to eat when the doorbell rings. Who the hell is that? I walk to it and ask who it is.
“It’s me, Connie.” Oh fuck. It’s my sister. I haven’t been answering her calls lately or when I do, I cut it short trying to avoid her asking to come here. Well that backfired. “August, I know something is going on. You haven’t been yourself. Open the door.” Damn it. I forgot how stubborn she can be. “You can’t keep ignoring me.” Sighing, I know I cannot go on like this, so I do what I didn’t want to do.
Slowly I open the door and the minute she sees me, she gasps, and I see the tears immediately. “Connie, you shouldn’t have come.” Is the only thing I can think of right now.
“Oh August. How could you keep this from me?" Before I can answer her or stop her she flings herself at me and wraps her arms around me. She is crying right now, and it spurs my own pain. I can't do anything else. I wrap my arms around her and sob like I haven’t done in months.
“I wanted to save you from this, sis. I didn’t want to put this on you,” I tell her through tears.
“I should have been her for you.”
“I know.” I do know that, and that is why I didn’t tell her.
“You know you are going to have to tell me everything, right?” nodding, I chuckle and wipe my face.
“I would expect nothing else from you.” She laughs and hugs me once more. I squeeze her hard and realize how much I have missed her and how much I really need this.
CHAPTER 14
DECLAN
TWO WEEKS LATER
The TV blares in the background, a constant soundtrack that plays right along with the sound of our bodies meeting on our large leather couch. We are both naked, sweaty, and breathless, our limbs tangle in a beautiful mess. The warmth and wetness of the soft, pink folds of her cunt envelop my hard cock like a flower unfolding its petals. It creates a delicious friction that ignites every nerve in my body. My hand grips her hip tightly as I watch the movement, the sight of our bodies meeting in a perfect rhythm. The way the light from the TV dances off of our glistening skin, highlights the curves of her body as we move together. We move in perfect sync, our bodies twisting and turning, creating a symphony of moans and sighs. Despite the distractions in the room, our focus is solely on each other, our lips locked in a passionate kiss, our hands exploring every inch of exposed skin.