MARK I nudged Alyanna gently, my excitement for the day bubbling over. "Wake up! Wake up!" I exclaimed, eager to kickstart the official beginning of our honeymoon. Alyanna groaned and muttered, "5 more minutes." I couldn't let her linger in slumber any longer. I pulled the covers back, revealing that she was soaked in sweat, her brow furrowed with discomfort. "Come on, it's time to rise and shine," I insisted, my voice brimming with anticipation. She finally relented, sitting up and yawning. "Fine, I'm up," she conceded, heading to the bathroom to change. "So, what's on the agenda today?" she inquired from the bathroom. My mind, however, wasn't on our plans for the day. I couldn't help but wonder why she was sweating so profusely. My concern lingered as she returned from the bathroom, giving me a quizzical look. I snapped back to the present. "Oh, uh, surfing," I replied, still puzzled by her condition. "Cool. I'll just grab my swimsuit, we'll get breakfast, and then head to the
I woke up with a persistent stomach ache and a throbbing headache. It seemed like it hadn't gone away from the previous day. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized that I wasn't in my own bed or the hotel's bed; I was in a hospital bed. My hand felt something warm and comforting. I turned my head to see Mark sitting in a chair beside me, his gaze fixed on the floor, and his hand firmly holding mine. I wanted to say something, to reassure him that I was okay, but my voice eluded me. It was as if I could talk, but the words just wouldn't come out. So, I opted to squeeze his hand instead. His head snapped up, and he perched on the edge of the bed. "Alyanna, are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his words. I gave him a tentative sideways thumbs-up. "I'm going to get the doctor and let her know you're awake, alright?" I nodded, though I didn't want him to leave. I wanted his comforting presence by my side. There were many uncertainties, but one thing felt undeniably right—Mark. He woul
I learned a great deal about Mark during our time together. He shared stories about his mom, his childhood friends, and his experiences in elementary, middle, and high school. He recounted his college years and even opened up about Callie, his ex-girlfriend whom I had the chance to meet. He told me about what had transpired between them, which had left him harboring strong feelings of resentment. In turn, I shared my own life story with him. I talked about my mom, both what I remembered from my childhood and my present circumstances. I discussed my friendships and recounted my experiences in elementary, middle, and high school. College was a topic of discussion as well, though I admitted to being uncertain about whether I wanted to pursue it. Mark asked me about one of my exes, and I reasoned that he'd likely forget about her eventually. In the end, I chose to share the details of my first battle with cancer. Charlie's voice pulls me back from my thoughts about the previous night, wh
Two weeks after our arrival in Hawaii, I find myself in the emergency room at six in the evening, waiting for the attending physician to give the all-clear. My stomach is also rumbling with hunger. "Mark," I whine. He responds, "Yes?" "I'm hungry," I pout. We won't have to wait much longer, and then we can head back to the hotel and grab something to eat. Mark is currently going through the contents of the luggage he brought. "No! The first restaurant that comes to mind is where we're having our meal," I insist. "Okay, okay. Can you please be patient for just two more minutes?" He pleads. "Just two minutes, not a moment longer," he adds, setting a timer. I agree. Those two minutes felt like an eternity. My stomach was on the verge of a revolt due to the emptiness when the doctors finally arrived, ten minutes after being called. "Alyanna, I sincerely apologize for the delay," Dr. Elaine says. "Well, it's all right," I pretend to be understanding. Mark gives me a look, and I can'
"What do you mean you're going to Europe?" Mark struggles to keep pace as I practically sprint to our new gate. "We're going to Europe, not just me," I reply, briefly turning around before continuing to hurry. "You know what I meant. Now, can you slow down?" He pleads, and I do so only when we reach the gate. "Can you explain it to me now?" "We're going to Europe because it's been my lifelong dream, and I'll be starting treatment in a week. For the next six months to a year, I'll be too ill to do anything," I explain, my voice choked with emotion. I hear the loudspeaker announcing the flight to London, UK, and tears threaten to well up in my eyes. "Now, you can board that plane with me, or you can go back home and wait for me to return in a week. I'm doing this, with or without you." "Shouldn't we call your dad? He'll be expecting you home," Mark suggests, a hopeful expression on his face. "No! He'd do everything in his power to bring me home, and it would work. Besides, I don't h
"What do you mean you're going to Europe?" Mark struggles to keep pace as I practically sprint to our new gate. "We're going to Europe, not just me," I reply, briefly turning around before continuing to hurry. "You know what I meant. Now, can you slow down?" He pleads, and I do so only when we reach the gate. "Can you explain it to me now?" "We're going to Europe because it's been my lifelong dream, and I'll be starting treatment in a week. For the next six months to a year, I'll be too ill to do anything," I explain, my voice choked with emotion. I hear the loudspeaker announcing the flight to London, UK, and tears threaten to well up in my eyes. "Now, you can board that plane with me, or you can go back home and wait for me to return in a week. I'm doing this, with or without you." "Shouldn't we call your dad? He'll be expecting you home," Mark suggests, a hopeful expression on his face. "No! He'd do everything in his power to bring me home, and it would work. Besides, I don't h
As soon as I hear the phone ringing, I abruptly wake up from a deep slumber. It might not even be my phone, but I can't be certain, and I'm not inclined to investigate. The sound of someone entering the room indicates it's Mark's phone. He appears to be conversing with someone related to his work when I hear him say, "Hey... no, I can't come in today... I already told you why..." What!? "No, dad, I'm not coming in today!" Did John forget? Because I was present when Mark called him to let him know that I will begin chemotherapy the next day. Then it hits me. Today is my first day of chemotherapy. I wait for Mark to conclude his call and leave the room before I readjust my position and sit up. After slipping into one of Mark's sweatshirts that I found in a box, I reach for my glasses and head to the kitchen. "Hi," I greet him in the most cheerful tone I can muster. Mark inquires, "Hi, how was your sleep?" as he prepares coffee for himself and then moves over to the Keurig to make so
"Hey, how about going to the movies?" Mark suggests, trying to lift the spirits. I stand up and head to one of my boxes, which is still filled with stuff. "I have the movie right here," I reply, my hands still trembling a bit from crying. I grab the movie. "Can You See It?" Mark inquires. "Yeah, it's another movie my dad and I watched a lot," I mention as I return to the bed after putting the movie in the player. "Hey, could you grab some water for me, please?" I ask Mark. He nods and heads to the kitchen. Meanwhile, I notice his phone, which he left behind. I contemplate sending a text message to Charlie. He blocked my number, but I know he didn't block Mark's. I decide to go for it and send him a message. I greet him with a simple "Hello, Charlie. Just wanted to let you know that Alyanna is starting her chemotherapy today, and I think she'd really appreciate it if you could be there. If you feel like it, come on over." "Are you starting the movie without me?" Mark yells from the
"Mommy!" I hear yelling as well as loud running footsteps. Kara, Kyle and Willow come running into the kitchen. "Can you finish the story?""Not yet, we gotta wait for daddy and Milly." I dry my hands and lean down to pick up Willow. "Where's Landon?" I ask to go into the living room. I sigh when I see him sitting in front of the TV playing video games. Just like he's been doing with every minute of free time he gets."Come on, go outside and run around, get dirty." I put Willow down next to Landon."But this level is really hard and I can't-" I cut him off by turning off the TV and giving him a no arguing look. "Fine, I'll go outside.""Be a good brother and take your sister to the swing set." I say handing him Willow."Really? It's bad enough I can't finish my game." I put my hands on my hips. "You know what? I have a sudden urge to push my little sister on the swing." He says picking up Willow and walking to the front door."Smart." I call out with a chuckle.Kyle and Kara follow t
"At this same time in 2018, on July 18th, we exchanged our vows and became husband and wife." I'm saying that while Mark is cooking, I should be strolling around the island in our brand-new kitchen and bugging him."I am familiar with the functioning of the calendar." Mark is using his smart mouth in an attempt to convince me to take a seat."Yeah, but today marks our anniversary of being together for a year." I would recommend coming to a complete halt right next to him and displaying him some images from the wedding.I want to reiterate that I am familiar with the operation of the calendar. This time, however, he lets out a chuckle. "OK, go ahead and have a seat. After supper, I'd want to take you somewhere special." Mark tells me that he is putting a plate in the seat next to mine.I get up and make my way over there before sitting down. "Oh, I'm so excited to find out where you've planned our anniversary celebration!" I smirk."This comes as a complete shock to me." He appears to
My birthday is on the first of June, which means that it is only a day away at this point. My hair has now grown out to be almost one inch long. Although there isn't enough to show just yet, it's still there. Mark and I have become even more close recently, and in light of this, we have increased the number of dates we go on that take place outside of the venues we previously attended.We packed a lunch and had a picnic at the highest point of our hike. We went to a community pool with Abby and Charlie, where they gave Lexi her first swim lesson when she was six months old. It was adorable to see how she reacted when she got into the water. We've had a lot of quality time together, both with just the two of us and with our respective friends and families.I've already told Mark that I don't want a party, so instead we're just going to go on a short bike ride around the area and eat lunch somewhere along the way. I instructed him not to get me anything, but he insisted on getting me at
"Ooh look a fortune teller." I can't help but crack a grin as I take a seat with the stuffed elephant I'm holding in my arms.It is not necessary for us to get our horoscopes read at this time. While he is saying this to me and attempting to drag me away from him, he grabs my hand."Yeah, we are now seated." I issue this command. He acquiesces with a rolled eye expression and does what he is told."Get your fortune told for just five dollars," the ad read. The fortune teller cracks a wry smile as she circles her hands around the crystal ball in her possession. Mark removes a five dollar bill from his pocket and places it in the container that she is using. "Each." The female contributor continues. Mark makes an expression of rolling his eyes before adding another five. "Well, right...," the speaker said."There's a chance that we shouldn't even go in there." Turning around is something that Mark objects to."Nope! We didn't drive all the way here simply to turn around and head back ho
"I've made up my mind about what course of action I want to take." When it's time to clean up after supper, Sophie is the one who makes the announcement.The question then was, "And what is that?" I put the plate I'm washing down and turn my attention to her, asking her to pay attention to me instead."I am aware that winter is in full swing, but despite this, I have the urge to participate in some sort of carnival." She withdraws her presence gradually. "I am aware that it is somewhat childish, but I would really like to do it before I become a teenager.""It does not have an infantile quality. I have a feeling that we are going to have a lot of laughs." I'm heading towards the desk where my computer is located right now. I'll investigate whether there are any indoor carnivals in our area. This is what I am saying while I type."Really?" She asks with a grin as she makes her way over to me to keep an eye on what I'm looking for."Absolutely, we're looking forward to the fun. We are a
"Mark?" I stammer out while turning my head to look at him."Alyanna, you have to make sure that you get enough rest. It is currently two o'clock in the morning." Mark utters these words while setting his book down to the side."I just can't shut my brain off. It is imperative that I convey the following information to you." I say blinking slowly.The question is, "What is it?" He requests that you move in a little bit closer."I had a dream about Maya being in this place," the narrator said. When I make an effort to swallow, however, it causes more discomfort than it solves. It had been ten years since I had from high school, and my wife and I were taking our four children with us to attend the reunion. I smile."Really? Were Milly and Landon two of the names that you were considering?" He inquires while straining his eyes slightly to the sides."Yeah, and the other two were a set of twins by the names of Kara and Kyle," she replied. I pause for a moment before asking, "Are you fond
I am roused from my sleep by the soundtrack of a motion picture. I've only made it through one round, but I'm already so exhausted that I can hardly move. Mark has started playing Sweet Home Alabama, and I believe it is approximately halfway through at this point. I turn my head to look at the man I love, who is hiding his identity behind a mask so that he can be here with me.Because he turns to face me and smiles when he sees me looking at him, I believe that he is aware that I am staring at him. At the very least, I believe he's putting on a happy face. "Hi love." While he is doing so, he says while leaning closer to me.I smile. When you speak in that manner, you have a decidedly British accent. I stutter out the phrase.I can make out in the corner of his eye a slight crinkle, which is a clear indication that he's smiling. "Do you like it?" He questions it while cocking his head to the side. I nod. "Then I'll keep doing it love," she replied. He appears to be smiling once more fr
"Explain it to me in detail," I requested. I think to myself as I roll over onto my stomach and hold myself up on my elbows."It had been six or seven years since Thanksgiving when it finally arrived..." It all begins with him."It all makes perfect sense that your car accident had place the day before Thanksgiving." I said nodding along."Anyways. As soon as I went in the door, you walked over to me and introduced yourself. Your hair was about shoulder length. After some time had passed, Charlie and his two young companions entered the room. One was given the name Alexis, and the other was given the name Milly." When her name was mentioned, a big smile spread across my face. She was my grandmother. How does this real-life situation relate to this dream?"Was it the reason you mentioned that you loved the names Milly and Landon?" I inquire while drawing in a bit closer to him in order to get a better look at the emotion that is currently on his face.A very small nod is all that is gi
Sleeping is the last thing I want to be doing right now, but I just can't muster the energy to do anything else because I was up all night last night. We were forced to delay our arrival at the hospital, but this is not a significant issue because nothing will take place until the afternoon of tomorrow. We ended up staying longer.After we got back to the house, we changed into our pajamas and went to bed immediately. Well, I did, and then Mark put on a movie and lied down on his back while I lied on his chest while he watched it. I haven't been able to get around to doing that just yet. I think that a regular drum beat or even the sound of a heartbeat can be soothing when one is trying to fall or stay asleep. I am all for it. When he turns off the light and the television, that's when I open my eyes. Also, when he turns off the TV, I open my eyes. I inquire as to whether or not he requires my presence to be elsewhere. According to everything I've read and seen on the subject, your ar