“Oh!” Lileth scream when I hug her from the back. She was standing while picking up clothes that I would wear the next day for the office. “Dustine!” she scolded me as I tightened my hug. “I’m going to die of shock at you.” But I just laugh and give her a pick kiss on her nape.
“My wife’s scent is addictive.”
“Cling more.”
“You are always ready for me.”
“Move, Dustine, I will take care of what you will wear tomorrow.”
“Take care of me first. I miss you even though I’m with you every night.”
“Hmph! What else do you need?”
“Kiss and hug.” She turned to me and touched my face and then kissed me.
“What, are you happy?”
“Yes. But I want more.” She hold my face again and then kissed me several times.
“What?” She laughed so I smiled and kissed her too.
“Your kiss is really delicious. Let’s take a bath and kiss in the bathroom.”
“I’ve taken a shower. I know what you are planning.”
“Take another bath and soap me.”
“Stop. Take a bath there.” I smile and give her another kiss. “Lileth.”
“No, there, take a bath there.” She pushed me softly so I just took the towel and went into the bathroom.
The joy of feeling and I feel so much every day because we did nothing but flirt. I almost don’t want to be separated from her anymore. I want her with me always where I am. I want to make the most of the day we are together to make up for what we lost.
I love her so much. And since we got along well, I think my love for her has tripled. I really like staring at her when she’s asleep. I want to hug her always and kiss her.
I know I am a fool back then. And now that we are ok, I have nothing else to make her feel but fun. I will make her happy for her entire life. I won’t waste it.
After I took a shower I came out of the bathroom. I saw her sitting on the sofa while smiling and looking at her cellphone. She scrolled then stopped and smiled. I am not doubting her but I want to know what makes my wife smile so I simply walked closer to her.
I saw my face in a lot of my stolen pictures. For a few days now, I have noticed that she always takes pictures of me. Until I saw her looking at a baby on the screen. A baby girl I guess that’s cute because the eyebrow is thick even though she’s still a baby and I can see the mole on the left side of the eyebrow. A lively mole that for sure will grow as well.
“Who is that?” She locked the cellphone and then put it down. “Who is that baby?”
“I saw it in the newsfeed and I liked it. I often look at babies.” I sat up and patted my thigh. She got what I wanted and immediately sat there. She maybe misses our baby. Even though it wasn’t big in her stomach, knowing the fact that she was carrying it, she was definitely happy when she got pregnant.
Of course, that’s our child. And I wasted them. I wasted our children because of my stupidity. In fury. I hope that even though I was angry with her then, I didn’t include our children. Hopefully, now I know the truth about their mommy there is still a way for me to recover because they are here. But, I both killed them and did not accept. So all I can do is pray for them that they will be happy where they are now and that they will forgive me.
“Do you want us to plan a family?” I ask. “I also want to make up for our children. I can be a good father even if I make mistakes twice.”
“I know that but not now.”
“Aren’t you ready yet?”
“It’s not like that. But —–” She looked at me and then hugged me.
“But what?” She just shook her head and buried her face in my neck. “Is there a problem?”
“Nothing. I just want to soothe. Give me a hug.” I obeyed her wishes and hugged her. She seems to be avoiding the topic with the child. Maybe she just doesn’t want me to be guilty either. After all, she kept it a secret from me just to protect my feelings. “I love you, Dustine.”
“I love you too my wife.” She looked up and kissed me. I reciprocated her kiss and my hand traveled to her thigh. “Can I?” I ask.
“No. Tomorrow, you’ll be staying up all night with me last night.”
“Because you are delicious and even every hour I want to get in.”
“Let’s sleep.” She stood up but suddenly clung to me. She also touched her stomach as if in pain.
“Lileth, what’s wrong?” But she did not answer. She only growls in pain and writhes in pain. She almost knelt down. “Lileth.”
“Argh!” I saw her squeeze her stomach hard. Even on her face, I could see how she was holding back because of the pain. Gradually she turned pale and sweaty.
“Lileth, what’s wrong. Please tell me.” But instead of answering me. I saw her fall, good thing that I am beside her, and I catch her. “Lileth,” I called when I saw her lose consciousness. “Lileth!” I did not hear any response.
I put my ear to her nose. I heard her breath so I loaded her. I passed the key and laid her on the bed to wrap her in a blanket because she wore a thin dress. I just put on shorts and lifted her up again. I sat her in the passenger seat and drove fast. I looked at her still not moving.
“Lileth.” But she did not answer. I don’t know why but I automatically picked up the cellphone and told Dylan what had happened. He told me which hospital I would take Lileth to and he told me to wait for him there.
He gave me a doctor’s name too and said he was the one I would look for to check up on Lileth. Even though I didn’t understand anything I just sat down and followed everything he said.
When we got to the hospital I directed him to the emergency room and looked for the doctor Dylan said. He was immediately taken care of and taken inside. Moments later Dylan came in panting.
“Where is she?”
“Inside.”
“The doctor I told you about is here?”
“Yes,”
“Did Lileth tell you anything?” I frowned.
“Said about what?”
“So you’re clueless.” What the hell.
“Dylan, what is this?”
“I just found out from Isabelle so I asked Lileth and she admitted.”
“Isabelle, which one? What has Isabelle got to do with this? What did she admit?”
“Long story. The doctor will explain it to you.” Shit, what’s the problem again? What’s going on again? What else is there?
Just a few minutes later the doctor came out so I met him. Dylan also approached. He removed the mask and faced me.
“Doc, how’s my wife?” I asked immediately. The doctor looks at Dylan like his asking Dylan’s permission.
“Tell him. He needs to know the truth, “Dylan said.
“What’s the truth?” I asked with a frown and then looked at the doctor. “What’s wrong with my wife?”
“Mr. Dy, I am sorry to inform you that your wife has stage four cervical cancer and the damage to her is already very serious.”
My world seemed to collapse at what the doctor said. I was holding onto Dylan and I felt like I couldn’t breathe because of the confusion. My mind has not yet accepted what he said.
“Dave / Mr. Dy.” At once they called me.
“Does she know?” I asked but not looking at him.
“Yes, Mr. Dy.”
“Stage four and bad, does that mean—–?” I ask and look at him. “Will she die?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How many years?” The doctor looked at Dylan, he sighed and looked at me. “Tell me, doc.”
“From now on, she only has three months to live.” I sat down because of what the doctor said and was touched in the face. “I am sorry, but your wife is aware of her condition.”
This can’t be. My wife can’t leave me. We’re just getting started. It’s only now that we’re getting ok. Why, why is there something like this again?
“Dylan?”
“Life’s like that, stay strong.”