The End

"What the heck are you doing with that, you shell of a man I used to know?" I asked him with my hands planted on my waist and a glare his way.

"Just...making furnitures?" He said innocently like a kid cought with a hand in a cookie jar. uh oh.

He wasn't allowed to inhale anything other than oxygen but like the stubborn baboon he was. He decided to design and make our new hotels furnitures himself. As a partway gift to me.

We were running out of time no matter how much we dreaded the obvious. Time flies and so is his condition deteriorating.

"Get your *ss back inside boy ...your friends are here to check up on you. They wanna see if I didn't torture you to death yet" I said, walking towards him so as to help him push his wheelchair.

His leg joints, were the first thing that started to fail once he stopped his treatment altogether. I didn't know why they allowed him outside the hospital but, since he came back. I could feel his happiness through everything he does at home.

"I commend you on your decision of not continuing with your nursing studies...You could kill patients like this. So, rude!" He said dryly and I slapped on his shoulder before he placed his hand on top mine that was still on his shoulder.

"I hate the smell of disinfectant...in short I hate hospitals plus my husband is the youngest rich man ever alive so, I think I'm good for life!" I said, patting my already protruding pregnancy with the other hand.

"I'm glad" He nodded pulling me to stand in front of him where he touched my belly lovingly. I couldn't help kissing him on the lips after tilting his head upward for him to face me better.

"What was that for?" He said breathlessly after the kiss. It was only for a second or two but, it made him gasp for air. My man was drastically weak.

"A thank you reward" I replied as a matter of fact, pretending I didn't notice his suffocation.

"For what?" He asked again, confused.

"Fulfilling your promise to me" I said caressing his already wrinkled face.

"I've hurt you these past few years... I'm sorry" He apologized for the nth time. It wasn't his fault. He did what did because he thought he knew what I needed better. He loved me to the point the idea of him making me cry was a sin.

Though, we've wasted so much time. Ignoring each other and breaking each others hearts, We were still together at last.

"It wasn't your fault....And I didn't trust enough in us, to believe that you may had your reasons or even stayed by my vows of being your best friend above all else...I gave up on us after a slightest misunderstanding. I always believed you were always going to find someone better than me so, when it actually happened... I went numb and used my back up plan. I'm sorry I let you experience all this alone" I apologized with tears on my face. Crying was our daily routine.

I blamed that on the pregnancy hormones!.

"You are all I need" he said with tears falling from his eyes. We were pathetic. But, we were the real, ugly, vulnerable with no filter... Us!.

"I love you" I said before driving his wheelchair towards the back door of the house.

"I love you so much, Beatrice" He whispered full of emotions.

"There comes the bride and groom!" Exclaimed Lucia accompanied with a whistle. Bringing the attention of all the people inside on us.

"What? I'm the bride and I'm the only one who didn't know that?"

"Blame it on Cage here" Said Brian, Chris's best friend. They met each other when he was playing for The Best.

"That's so not cool..., and why are you all in your pajamas?"

"Wedding theme now, I want you to go in there put on some make up and a white pajama of your own choosing" Said some girl I wished to have seen before.

But before I could ask Chris held my hand leading me towards our bedroom. "He's our wedding planer"

"No shit Chris. Just spring my wedding day on me, I love the thrill" I said sarcastically and he chuckled.

"I just wanted to surprise you..., Are you having cold feet?" He asked cautiously.

"Hell, no! You are going to marry me today" I said kissing him lights on his cheek.

"Then let's get ready, future official Mrs Cage" He said excitedly.

"I'm not taking your name, Chris" I refused quickly.

"Okay, then I'll be Mr Walkers, how about that?" He suggested hopefully.

"Still a no, dude" I said with a no nonsense tone.

"But..." He started with a dissapointed face but interrupted him in the end.

"Just shut up and watch the process, boy!" I said sternly before I went to work on him.

In just two hours we were ready, with my make up on point put there by Christopher Cage and my excessive size in a white shirt and long pant pajamas that was a couple with the one Chris wore. The only difference was that Chris chose the black one.

The day was a success, we ate, drank, danced and so much more. I was the happiest.

It was on our wedding night when he died all warm on the bed beside me. He died at Twenty five years old.

So young that it felt unfair to me. How could one be a widow on the same day they got married?. So cruel.

That night, we talked for hours to no end, about everything and anything. He apologized again and again for hurting me and wasting our time together unnecessarily.

He knew and yet neglected the simple fact that in our lives, We only need one thing only and that's each other.

And he was enough for me. However he was. And I hoped and prayed that I would be enough for him, somehow.

But, I guess I wasn't enough as he went and left me alone though young and rich, heavily pregnant with his child or maybe twins... but, I was still so f*cking lonely without him.

I needed his heartbeat to beat mine!. His breath to breathe mine. His steps to walk mine but, we both knew we live under the already written path.

That morning I realized just how much I couldn't possibly live without him. It was worst than the time that I thought he abandoned me with a pregnant girl.

The moment the doctor proved that he was gone? I wanted to follow him wherever he was, I even tried to overdose myself before I remembered that I was carrying his seed. Our child/ children. A part of him in me.

He wanted me remember him, to care that he lived and not as a former best striker from The Best FC or Eternal furniture company's boss or the generous investor to many small promising firms..., He wanted me remember him as my significant other.

The man I loved and still love with everything in me.

He wanted me to teach our child how to live their lives, guide them when they need it and give them space accordingly.

He wanted the best for our child. He wanted me to be strong for all of us. He wanted me to smile whenever I remember him and have that nostalgic stupid look on my face.

After his funeral my life was bleak except for the time I went to his grave. Even the wind there seems to carry his scent.

I could feel him through the soil that blanketed my bare feet, through the beating of my heart, The blood through my veins that always sings his name. I was happy there, with him. Was I insane? No, I don't think I was.

I became more happy when I got to hold my bundle of joy and get to help little Junior Cage to suck on my nipples for the very first time.

I wouldn't have made it alone. I got help from our friends who felt like family after some time. Junior Cage never ceased to amaze me. He made me so proud through everything he did. With all his imperfections, he always own up to his mistakes and make them right without me needing to scold him. He was sensible and cute. He was just like his father on most part except... He was more handsome than him.

It was in schedule for us to visit on my late husband, his father Christopher Barnabas Cage on his death anniversary every year without fail.

Sometimes we had company of our friends, sometimes it was just me and junior Cage before it was hopefully only him, maybe someday with his wife and kids coming to visit us.

Chris once gave me a choice. He always does. He wanted me to find a lover and move on, not that there weren't suitors after me...You'd be surprised of how much I was sought after. But, I didn't want any of them back. I just couldn't.

In my whole life, Chris was it for me. A best friend, a lover, a walking diary, A gin in a bottle, my father, brother, mother...he was my very soul.