Chapter 11
Gage
Standing in the doctor’s office while we waited for him to read out Collins’s last scan was nerve-wracking.
It’s been two weeks since the transplant and if everything goes as expected, we will be able to break her out of here in a couple of days and I couldn’t fucking wait.
With my hands on Conleigh’s shoulders, her back pressed into my front, we both tensed as he sat the file folder down.
And then, he looked at us and fucking smiled. “It worked. Her counts are way up. And the amount of leukemia cells in her body has decreased exponentially. If her scans improve next week, well, I can say that we are well on our way to getting her into remission. She may need another transplant, but we will see when that time comes. I’m hesitant to say that, being as we caught this as early as we did, she may not need another one. “
“Can she come home?” Conleigh asked with hope in her tone.
“I want to scan her in another week, and if her scans get better, then I see no reason why she can’t go home.” He said with an all-knowing smile.
We both shook his hand and then headed out of his office.
And the moment we closed his door, I heard the first sob break out of Conleigh’s mouth. I gathered her in my arms and held on tight while she cried in happiness.
Cause if they would have been sad tears again, someone would have died today.
“I got you, Baby girl,” I murmured in the top of her hair.
“I’m so happy, Gage.” She hiccupped, following that which was fucking adorable.
After I let go of her once her crying had stopped, using the pads of my thumbs, I brushed the tears away then pressed a kiss on her little nose and said, “Let’s go see our girl.”
With smiles on our faces, we rushed to Collins’s room and the moment she saw the smiles on our faces, her entire face lit up. “Did it work?”
“Your harmful leukemia cells are down by a lot and your other counts have gone up. Fingers crossed you may be in the clear. But we are going to keep on fighting.” Conleigh said as she wrapped her arms around Collins and held her while Collins cried happy tears.
I had a feeling why she didn’t tell Collins that she would get to go home in a week’s time if all her scans get better; she didn’t want to get her hopes up.
We sat in that room for hours talking with Collins, watching movies, and planning a vacation. There was noifshe would get better, there was only that shewouldget better.
The moment we left the hospital since visiting hours were over, I had my arm wrapped around Conleigh as I led her over to my bike.
And the moment she had her arms around me, with her face pressed between my shoulder blades, it felt as though I was on top of the world.
When we got to our street I started to pull into my driveway when I felt her hands tighten around my waist, and then her ever-present whisper that even I could hear over the rumbling of my pipes when she said, “Pull it into my garage.”
Tightening my hands on the handlebars, I didn’t know if I could do this.
If I could be in that house with her without having all of her?
But I promised her.
I promised her we would go at her own pace, and I meant that with every fiber of my being.
When I stopped the bike in front of the garage, she got out, ran to unlock the front door, and within minutes, the gray garage door was opening.
Pulling my bike into park beside her car, I sat there for a few minutes.
Knowing that I was going to be lying beside her tonight. Could I do this?
I didn’t realize that I had sat there for so long when the door to the garage opened and with the light from her mudroom painting her in a pale light; I saw she had two cold beers in her hands.
Knowing that I was being a dumb ass, I got up and off my bike. Then as I made my way to her, just having her smile made the blue balls I was always sporting so worth it.