Tasha sat across from Dr. Fabian again five months later. Tyson had been complaining of a headache for days but two days ago, he became so weak and was gasping for breath when they were both getting ready to go out for the day. Tasha had quickly called 911, and the ambulance arrived in no time to take them to the hospital. Thankfully, Dr. Fabian was on duty. He quickly arranged for a blood transfusion for Tyson and he was feeling better in no time. “Prof., Tyson's condition is getting serious,” Dr. Fabian's voice was grave as he met Tasha's eyes. “We need to go a step further than just blood transfusion. “The only cure is a bone marrow transplant." The doctor's words were like a harmer against Tasha's heart. “A transplant?” She took a deep breath. “Please, can you explain further?”“We need to find someone whose bone marrow cell is matching with Tyson's for the transplant.’’ Dr. Fabian explained, his gaze full of empathy. “Can I take a test to see if I am a match?” Tasha asked. “
Tasha stood up from behind her desk in her study. She had wanted to grade some papers, but she just couldn't get to it. It had already been six weeks since she had tested negative for Tyson's bone marrow match. Her parents and siblings had done the test, too. They all came back negative and there was no hope in sight with the donation registry. “God, what is going on?” She dropped her pen and slumped against the back of her seat. “This is so frustrating…I don't want to lose my only child!” She muttered to herself. Tears rolled down her cheeks as a deep sense of exasperation and vulnerability engulfed her. She was just about to lose it. “What am I going to do?” “You know…” her conscience pricked her. “That seems to be the only way out.”She checked the time on the wall clock. It was six in the evening already. She decided to go make dinner and not order in as she had been doing all week. She needed to calm her nerves. The clatter of pots and pans always served therapeutic for her w
Tasha's plane touched down in New York city on Tuesday at 11:27 am. It was a typical late spring day, the city buzzing with the promise of summer already. Tasha passed through the security check and collected her luggage. Nervous excitement passed through her body as she walked into the open air. She hailed a yellow cab and gave the driver the address of the hotel she had booked online. She had got a hotel that was close enough to the Carter Industries headquarters. “Okay, ma'am,” the driver said after he read the address and started the car engine. He drove expertly through the traffic as they journeyed to the hotel.The taxi pulled up at the hotel forty minutes later and it was everything she expected it to be. She stepped out with her luggage and went to the reception.“Welcome to Hotel de la Bliss, madam,” the young lady at the front desk greeted with a charming smile.“Good day,” Tasha smiled, feeling relaxed a bit since she woke up that morning. “I'm Tasha Harrison. I have a
“Now you need me?” No word could describe the level of anger on his face. He laughed harshly. “You want my bone marrow?”“I’m sorry, Blake,” she shrugged. “I was angry at the way you treated me then.”“So that was your revenge?” He glared at her. “Keeping a child away from me for eight good years.”“Blake please,” she held her palms up. “I accept any blame you want to put on me. Just please help me save our son's life.”“How am I even sure that he's mine?” he retorted with his hands in his pocket. “I am not going to do it. Count me out of this.” Her temper flared. She couldn't believe what he just said. “Are you accusing me of infidelity, Blake?” She narrowed her eyes at him. He said nothing. Anger blazed in his own eyes too. "How dare you, Blake Alexander Carter?" She shouted at the top of her voice, ignoring the voice in the back of her head telling her to continue to beg him. "You betrayed me, you cheated on me and you also deceived me! So I had no reason to tell you had a child
“Okay mom,” Tasha said into the phone. “I have to go now. I want to get to Blake's office early enough. So I can come back today.” She sighed and stood up from the edge of the bed. “I only hope his anger has abated enough for him to listen to me.”“It's okay,” Mrs. Harrison said. “Don't worry, I'm sure he will listen to you, just relax Tyson is going to be alright.”“Thanks mom, I will talk to you later,” she said and cut off the line. She was about to pick up her purse when she heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?” It surprised her because she didn't order room service or anything. “Blake.”“Blake?” She dropped her purse back on the bed and went to open the door. “How do you know where I am?”“I am Blake Carter,” he said with a cocky tone. “Remember?”She stood looking at him.“Please, can I come in?” He asked, his voice a whisper.“Yes, yes,” she stepped aside. “I was about to come over to your office.”He smiled, “I think we should sit down.”She nodded and moved to the other
THREE DAYS LATER "Daddy, let's go to my room," Tyson held out his hand to his father, "I want to show you a lot of things." It was Saturday midday. Blake had arrived like he promised. The introduction was not as awkward as he thought it would be. Tasha only said, "Tyson, this is Blake, your daddy.” “Daddy!” the little boy had said happily and flung himself at his father. “Daddy.” Blake clasped his boy to himself. It was such a profound moment for him. “Tyson,” he whispered and kissed the top of his head. “I am so glad to meet you, my son.” It was after that that the boy invited his father to his room. Blake looked over Tyson's head into Tasha's face, searching for her reaction. As much as he wanted to go into his son's room, he knew he had to be careful not to overstep any boundaries set by her. She understood what he was looking for. She gave a nod and smiled. “Let's go,” Blake winked at Tasha. “Lead the way, please.” He followed Tyson to his room. "Wow!" That was the word t
Tasha was woken up by Tyson and Jayce seven weeks later in New York. It was her birthday. The boys climbed into the bed just as their dad walked in. They started singing a birthday song for her. “Oh my God, boys,” she grinned at them. She was so happy about their gesture. Tasha and Tyson had arrived in New York city seven weeks ago with the private jet Blake sent to bring them. They had the transplant two weeks later and both of them have recovered and are doing very great. “Happy birthday mommy,” Jayce and Tyson said and hugged her. “Thank you for taking good care of us. We love you.”“My babies,” Tasha smiled through her tears. “Thank you so much. I love you both so much.” He hugged both of them to her chest, feeling the warmth of a mother towards them. “We have a birthday gift for you,” Jayce reached over and picked the shopping bag on the floor beside the bed and gave it to Tasha.“My babies, this is so thoughtful of you,” she blinked back her tears. “Open it,” Tyson urged he
Five hours later, Tasha stepped back and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at herself, liking the outcome of her makeup. Tasha wasn't one for elaborate makeup. She liked to be simple. A light dusting of bronzer warmed her skin, subtly highlighting her cheekbones. She had applied a touch of rose-gold eyeshadow shimmered on her lids, catching the light with every blink. A swipe of mascara defined her lashes, making her eyes sparkle. Finally, a touch of sheer, rosy lipstick completed the look, a hint of color that whispered, not shouted. It was a look that spoke of confidence, not in any way artificial. Her simple makeup was such an elegance that complicated the deep emerald green silk blouse she was wearing, which she had paired with a tailored black pants, the fabric crisp and impeccably pressed, and a pair of sleek black heels that elongated her legs. She left her hair free, running down her shoulders in a cascade of beautiful waves. “Wow,” she said to her reflecti