Talania - a Trip Down Memory Lane... (23 page)

“To infinity,” I whisper.

His eyes grow wide and he quickly starts shedding his clothes. I run my hands down his muscular chest. “To infinity,” he growls, throwing his jeans to the floor.

I watch as my gorgeous man strips down to nothing.

He runs his hands up my body and rubs his shaved head against my bare stomach causing goose bumps to cover me. When his head reaches my breasts, he whispers he loves me repeatedly as he suckles them. When he finally enters me, I feel full for the first time in over a week and it makes me sigh.

“I feel the same way baby,” he whispers against my collarbone.

Tristan moves slowly, teasing me with each movement. He knows he needs to take it slow and easy, and he loves doing it. My body starts shivering and I wrap my arms tightly around him as he kisses up and down my neck. Tristan takes my arms from around his body, throwing them above my head, and looks me in the eyes. He is silently asking me if he can move a little faster. I can see his struggle for control in the lines between his eyes. His sweat-covered body is held tightly above me. With a longing filled sigh, I nod. It is so intense and loving, the way he is working his body to bring me pleasure so slowly. When I start to feel the pull of my release, his trembling body lets me know he is right there with me.

“Are you ready baby?” He asks, struggling to catch his breath.

Am I ever, please! I use all my energy to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Yes,” I whisper.

I close my eyes as he moves slowly in and out. Our bodies quiver with the release of our love. We slowly come back down to earth, nestled tightly in each other’s arms.

“I love you to infinity baby,” he mumbles against my dampened face.

“I love you to infinity,” I whisper back, squeezing him to me.

Tristan tenderly kisses every inch of my face before falling over to his side, taking me with him.

“Are you too tired to shower?” Tristan whispers and I can’t help but love this man even more. He sure does know how to take care of me.

I yawn and stretch, silently giving him my answer.

“Sleep it is. Want a memory or a lullaby tonight baby?”

I am too tired for a memory so answering that question is easy. “Lullaby” falls quietly from my tired lips.

“Lullaby it is baby.”

I close my eyes as his soft, raspy voice puts me to sleep.

My rolling stomach wakes me. Slowly lifting my head, I sniff and discover the smell of bacon and eggs in the air. I slide my weak, tired body out of bed and take off towards the bathroom as quickly as possible. Thankfully, there is nothing to throw up but the small piece of pizza I ate last night.

I clean myself up and brush my teeth. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I can’t help but smile at my shiny head. It reminds me that I have people who love me. I make my way to the stairs, taking each step down with great care.

A shirtless Tristan is standing over the stove, frying bacon. I frown; is he trying to get popped by hot grease? My stomach starts rumbling again. What the hell is going on? My feet quickly take me to the downstairs bathroom. Having already emptied my stomach once, all I can do is dry heave. This time Tristan comes in and stands behind me.

“Baby, are you okay?” He rubs my shoulders while I rinse my mouth.

“I don’t know, but that bacon stinks!”

He looks confused because normally, bacon is one of my weaknesses. Even on my sickest days, I have always been able to nibble on a piece or two.

“I’m calling Dr. Zelanburg.” He walks off to find his phone. He is always such a worrywart.

I stay in the living room, not wanting to be around the smell of bacon.

Tristan comes back and picks me up. As he carries me up the stairs, I can’t help but sigh in exasperation. “What are you doing now Trist?”

He stops in front of my dresser and sets me down on my feet. “It’s time to get dressed. We have to make a quick run to the hospital.”

Whatever for? I am fine. Nausea is a common side effect from chemo. He knows this, so what is his deal?

“Tristan, it’s just my body getting used to the chemo. It has been a while, so my body is just adjusting its self. It’s all right.”

He stops moving, running a hand over his gorgeous baldhead.

“Dr. Z wants to run a few blood tests right now, so please, just get dressed Tiny,” he mumbles.

I smile at Tiny. I love that nickname. It lets me know that he doesn’t give a crap about how much weight I have lost. Like every other change that has happened, he just accepts it, embraces it and moves forward.

After getting dressed, we head to the hospital. I can’t understand why he looks so nervous. “Tristan, I’m fine. What is wrong with you?” I hiss.

He closes his eyes. “Nothing is wrong, I swear,” he promises me.

We park and walk through the doors to the cancer unit. I spot all three of my doctors having what appears to be a serious conversation. Trying to get their attention, I wave at them.

“Evelyn,” they greet me and turn towards the hall.

“So what’s up? You wanted to see me?”

They all nod and gesture for us to follow them.

Tristan wraps his arm around me. I lean my weight against his muscular chest, trying to absorb some of his strength.

The doctors lead us to a nice private room and I take a seat on Tristan’s lap.

“Tristan called this morning because he is worried you are having a new side effect to the chemo. Is the smell of food causing you to become nauseous now?

I look at Dr. Mongetto and nod my head slowly, confused about where all this is leading.

“That’s what we thought. We are just going to draw a blood sample and run a few tests, okay?” he asks.

“Yes, that’s fine. You know I don’t mind.”

After they draw my blood, all we can do is sit and wait. Tristan's body is coiled tight with tension and he doesn’t speak a word. He just sits with me cradled tight to his chest, content to watch me doze off and on.

I am startled awake by the sound of a throat being cleared. As I open my eyes, the first think I see is Dr. Z‘s smiling face. “Evelyn, your test results are in.”

“I like smiles old man. What are you smiling about?”

My other two doctors follow him in and take a seat.

“We have your test results back. We have great news for you. We also have rare news that could be great depending on how you take it Evelyn.”

Tristan’s grip tightens around me. I turn in his arms and lay my head on his chest, hearing the rapid beat of his heart. “Well, out with it old man. I would rather be sleeping next to Tristan in our bed right now.”

All three doctors chuckle in delight.

“Well, we can see that,” Dr. Mongetto teases.

“Evelyn, your counts are very good. The chemotherapy is working extremely well. It is better than we could have imagined. We have no doubt you will beat this again if we stay with the aggressive treatment schedule.” He sighs, looking away from my happy face for a moment. “Your blood tests revealed something else though. We would like to think this is a miracle Evelyn. You are so strong. You fight cancer so well we have no doubt you will be able to handle this if you choose too.”

What is this old man going on about? All this talk is starting to scare me. “Dr. Z, you’re scaring me. Quit trying to protect me. Just say it!”

“Evelyn, you’re pregnant. Around seven weeks if we’re guessing correctly.”

I sit straight up in Tristan’s lap, shock coursing through my entire body
. I am what? I can’t be… it’s all but impossible.
Somehow, I manage to stammer out, “I’m—I’m pregnant?”

How did they miss something this huge with all my blood work? I don’t even get the chance to ask because Tristan speaks up.

“How could you miss this with all the blood work she has?”

He sighs and answers truthfully. “Honestly, with all the chemo and radiation she has been through, I didn’t think she would have any fertile eggs left. We were not watching for a pregnancy. We were just watching to see that her cancer counts were going down.”

My mind is spinning in circles, so I say the first thought that I could grab. “So I’m pregnant? Is this a good thing or a bad thing with my cancer? How will this affect my remaining treatments?”

Tristan grips me tighter, letting me know I have asked the right question.

“Well, the fact that your body is fighting so well is definitely a good thing Evelyn. This baby is a real miracle. Women go through chemotherapy all the time while pregnant. While it is a little rougher on them, most manage quite well.

Taking a deep breath, I release all the stress and tension the last few minutes have caused. With a confidence that I feel in every fiber of my being, I look at each of these wonderful doctors and say, “What’s there to think about? You said my counts are good. You have just told me I am going to be a mother when I thought it was impossible; when I thought that dream had died. There is not one thing to think about.” With happiness, hope and joy radiating from every pore, I turn in Tristan’s arms to face him, beaming a bright smile. “This is a good thing right? You’re happy? We’re having a baby!”

He snaps his eyes away from the doctors, his forehead laced with worry. “Of course I’m happy baby. I’m just a little worried, scared actually.” He whispers.

I run my fingers over his worried forehead, trying to smooth out the furrowed lines. I gently grab his face and place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m Evelyn Beaumont.” I say simply. “I’ve beat cancer once. I can beat it again while being pregnant,” I giggle.

His eyes soften and a huge grin follows. “We’re going to be parents babe,” he says.

Yes we are!