Title: Walk Away And I Stumble

Pairing: CJ/Jed

Rating: PG (at least for now)

Spoilers: Up to and including season six

Author’s Notes: This is the final part of the series. Follows “An Unexpected Conflict Of Interest”, “You‘ll Never Walk Alone“ and “The Higher The Cliff”

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It had been raining when they landed, the humidity making the air conditioning of the car a welcome relief, CJ’s first view of DC in over a year misty and almost invisible through the torrential downpour. A few hours later, the sun was out and from the window of the Fairmont Hotel CJ could see across the city, the sights she had been surrounded by as Press Secretary within walking distance, a morning of sightseeing definitely on her agenda before she returned home.

“Leo’s meeting us at eight,” Jed announced, walking back into the bedroom.

“If we tell him, he’s gonna want to come back with us,” CJ said, not turning from the window, suddenly uncertain about their decision.

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“You want him to?”

The more he thought about it, the more Jed didn’t think it was such a bad idea. The renovations were finished and he would be the first guest. It had also been too long since they had hung out together, not that he minded being alone with CJ, but the three of them together had always been happy times. “He misses you.”

“Not as much as he misses you.” CJ turned and gave him a weak smile. “I’d better take a nap.”

“You feeling ok?”

“Just tired.” Which was not so unusual recently. The slightest exertion and she had to rest. At least she no longer had to grapple with insomnia.

Jed worried about her overdoing it. They were only in a town for a few days, originally only to see the infamous tape with everyone else but then she had wanted to tell Leo (or at least she had when they originally made the plans) and there were the appointments at Johns Hopkins.

“Are you going to lay down with me?” she asked, slipping out of her shoes and crossing to the bed.

He beamed back at her.

“No. That’s definitely out of the question.”

“Not in my dreams it isn’t.”

CJ wanted to retort that that was the only place it would be happening but she didn’t have the heart and it would only increase his anxiety. Instead, she climbed up on the bed and held out her hand, waiting until he made himself comfortable before she settled herself against him and closed her eyes. Within minutes she was sound asleep and he watched, his heart aching as he considered what the future held, his arms holding her as tightly as he felt he could without hurting her.

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Leo rose to his feet, his eyes dancing as he saw his two best friends for the first time in over a year. “You look wonderful,” he announced, stepping forward and embracing CJ. He pulled back to kiss her and his eyes studied her face before roaming her body.

CJ suppressed a grin and Jed’s forehead scrunched up in consternation, or jealousy she wasn’t sure. “Hey, Leo,” she offered heartily. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

His eyes settled finally back on her face and he didn’t like what he saw. She looked tired, and he had seen her tired before many times, but he didn’t think he had ever seen her look so pale. He gave her his infamous grin and breathed in. “It’s all the power walking I do, it’s finally working.” Releasing her, he moved to greet Jed, engulfing his best friend in a hug.

Greetings exchanged, they took their seats. ”Are we still on for watching the tape tomorrow?”

CJ nodded. “The gang’s all coming.” At least they were nearly all coming.

It didn’t escape Leo that her eyes darted to her lover and there was a sadness clearly visible in her eyes, masked almost immediately.

“You realise they had to make major changes when you got promoted. Everyone thought you‘d be the first Press Secretary to last a full two terms. Instead you had to go and change the course of history.” He watched Jed, surprise replaced with concern at Jed’s lack of input. “Ok. What’s wrong?”

Jed stared down at his hands, folded in front of him while CJ studied the menu.

“Jed? Claudia Jean?”

CJ glanced at Jed and sighed. She had hoped that they would manage to get through dinner before they told him, but as he was as close to both of them as she was to Jed, it did not surprise her that he had picked up on their apprehension. It wasn’t going to be easy. Neither of them were very good at voicing what was wrong and as she glanced at her lover she noted he was making it fairly obvious it was in her court.

Forcing a smile, she said, “firstly, we’d like to invite you to the cabin.”

“Wow. A royal invitation,” he commented, his eyes locking with hers.

“You’ll be our first visitor. But you have to promise to keep Jed out of trouble. Secondly,” she continued, knowing she was losing her nerve. “I’m going to Johns Hopkins for tests tomorrow.”

He didn’t respond, waiting she supposed for the punch line.

CJ reached out and covered his hand with her own, gently stroking his knuckles as she waited for Jed to order their drinks. As the hostess disappeared, CJ licked her lips, suddenly dry. “They found a small tumour. . .”

Leo shook his head, glancing at Jed, wondering how his friend was going to cope, hoping that he could be a comfort to them both. “Do you want me to drive you?”

“That would be great, thank you,” CJ said. She played with the menu in her hands.

“Hungry?” Leo asked, ducking his head to get her to look at him.

She nodded mutely, not in the least bit interested in eating but not wanting to get into the details.

“We‘ll order some food, talk about old times and we can avoid this conversation for a little while longer.” He smiled weakly. “After all we were always rather good at avoiding things when we wanted to in Office.”

CJ smiled her first genuine smile since they had arrived.

Jed, beside her relaxed. He had been dreading hearing her discuss the details again and his friend was giving them an out. Later he knew they would have to talk, but for a little while they could enjoy dinner and each others company.

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CJ opened the door of the suite and couldn’t contain her smile. ”Joshua.” She threw her arms around him and was rewarded by him picking her up and twirling her around. When he finally put her down, she greeted his companion with the same enthusiasm.

Donna gave her a gentle squeeze, releasing her almost as quickly. “You look well.”

“It’s all the fresh air.”

“I thought it was the exercise,” Carol commented dryly, appearing in the doorway, and moving to shake hands with her former boss.

CJ stepped forward and hugged her. “Come in, all of you. Help yourself to a drink. There’s food from Krupin‘s.” She stepped back to reveal the dining table covered in food and Leo making himself a sandwich.

“She may not be able to cook but she knows the way to a man’s heart,“ Leo commented wryly earning himself a glare from CJ. “Tissue paper thin pastrami, roast beef, corned beef, turkey, Russian dressing, coleslaw, and seedless rye.”

“You have a strange relationship with food, Leo,” Donna said, walking around the suite.

“You have to feel this rye bread.” He waved a slice of bread at her provocatively.

“Wow, nice room,” Josh whistled.

“How come you never take me to hotels like this?” Donna grumbled, peeking her head around the bedroom door and marvelling at the marble bathroom.

“You really should treat the girl right, Josh,” Jed chided, walking out of the bedroom and frightening Donna. “You’ll never get her to marry you if you keep taking her to cheap motels.”

“Er. Em. Are we playing poker later?” Josh asked, his eyes darting around the room, panicked.

Jed nodded, smirking at Josh’s discomfort. “I’m looking forward to taking your money.”

“It’s due to start soon,” CJ announced, indicating they should take a seat. The coffee table had been moved out of the way, making room for the second couch Jed had requested for the night.

Jed and Leo settled themselves in one while Josh, Donna and Carol settled themselves in the other.

CJ was checking everyone had a drink when there was a knock at the door.

“Hey Will,” Josh called, waving his hand, as his friend entered, looking harassed.

“What am I chopped liver?” Kate asked, appearing last and ruffling his hair.

“Hey, Kate,” they called in unison.

The gang all there and greetings exchanged they settled down to wait for the show to begin.

“Are you nervous?” Annabeth asked, instantly making CJ nervous.

The tape began and all attention fell on the sixty minute documentary about the life of the Press Secretary.

“Did you really get up at five?” Jed asked, bemused, remembering how hard it had been for him to get up much before six thirty.

“Yeah. Then when I became Chief I didn’t bother going to bed.” Which wasn’t strictly true, she went to bed she just didn’t sleep much.

“Toby found you during a senatorial campaign. I didn’t know that,” Kate said, leaning back against the sofa.

CJ glanced at Jed. He was still as angry with Toby as he had been at the time of the incident. She didn’t really want to antagonise his feelings but he had brought the two of them together. “I worked in a PR firm. We met at a fundraising dinner and got talking. It was like pulling teeth but we ended up working together. After that we kept in touch, at least we did, for twelve years.” She missed him as much as she was pissed at him, but he didn‘t make it easy to keep in touch.

There was silence as the camera followed her into an office and filmed her on the phone talking to her father. He had been getting worse then but they had all been there for her after his death.

“Did you ever go on the date with the Vatican guy?” CJ asked, staring at her former assistant.

Carol nodded. “A couple of times.”

“And?”

“He taught me a few things.” she blushed, the red hue deepening as she appeared on screen again telling the world that CJ was her mentor.

As the documentary came to an end, the camera ended on her office and Leo as he tried and failed miserably to get her coat on.

Jed glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

“She’s too tall,” was all Leo said.

“Oh, you left together,” Donna announced loudly.

“No, I left and CJ went on her own.” The last thing he wanted was for them to think he and CJ had a relationship. There had been enough speculation in DC and among the former staffers when they had discovered Jed and CJ’s relationship and it had taken Leo’s intervention and fierce defence to bring them around to the idea.

Josh’s phone rang and he fumbled in his pocket, pulling it out. His eyes darted to the display and he glanced at the President.

“You should take it,” Jed said, knowing who it was.

“Hey…. Yeah…. A long time a go…. She’s here.” He looked at CJ. “Do you want to talk to him?”

CJ was about to shake her head when she felt Jed’s hand on her arm. Turning she was surprised to see him nodding. “Yeah.” Her eyes watered when she heard his voice for the first time in over a year. “Hey, Toby…. I’m okay… yeah, we’re all here.” She turned away from the others as she listened to Toby stumble his way through feelings. “Yeah. Me too. You know you can phone me sometimes. Take care.”

“How is he?” Jed asked quietly.

“He’s Toby.” Her eyes betrayed how much she missed his presence and how bad he sounded on the phone.

Jed’s hand covered hers with his own, squeezing it lightly.

“Did someone mention poker?” Leo asked, getting up and cleaning the table of food, taking the attention away from CJ.

“Oh, shoe money,” CJ announced gleefully, fully intending to enjoy the evening ahead. “I’ve seen a wonderful pair of Jimmy Choos on the internet.”

“The pink ones?” Annabeth asked, opening her purse. “They’re to die for.”

“Of course, I need an outfit to go with them.”

“And jewellery. . .”

The men exchange glances, fully aware that with that much of an incentive it was going to cost them. Sighing, they pulled out money from their wallets and prepared to play.

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CJ threw her robe over the chair and climbed into bed. She was exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open after such a long day, but she was determined to stay awake until Jed came out of the bathroom.

On the drive up to Baltimore she’d slept, thankful that Leo had insisted on playing chauffeur, tuning out on the two men‘s conversation. CJ had woken as they pulled up and parked and with some trepidation, and a man holding on to each arm, she had walked into the hospital.

There had been a long wait before she was taken off for tests. Her stress levels had risen as they walked around the hospital grounds and had lunch while they waited for the tests to come back. They had only served to confirm the original diagnosis.

Jed had lapsed into silence, his demeanour only softening when the doctor mentioned the options open to them. His hand had gripped hers tightly all the way back as Leo studied the road, tension weighing the car down.

So many people in the suite that evening had tired her out, but hopefully no-one had noticed. It had been fun evening and she had enjoyed the interaction. Their departure had been welcome though and she was looking forward to curling up in Jed‘s arms and falling asleep, not as much as she loved waking up with him though.

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CJ unlocked the door of her home and walked in, throwing her purse on the couch - a trait Jed detested - and filled the coffee machine with water - a habit Jed endorsed. Her eyes scanned the room, appraising their belongings scattered through the living area and musing on how homely the cabin now felt. It seemed a long time since they had left for DC but it was only a few days, and in truth she was glad to finally be home.

“Where do you want these?” Leo asked, coming to a halt in the middle of the room, juggling two large brown sacks in his arms.

“On the counter.” CJ moved to start unpacking the groceries as the coffee machine began to gurgle.

Jed carried the luggage in and dropped it on the floor by the bedroom door. “You. Sit down.”

“I’m fine,” she complained, pulling salad from the sack, refusing to look at him.

“It was a long trip. Take a nap. Leo can help with dinner.”

Leo nodded in agreement. “You can supervise.”

Her shoulders slumped as she dropped the lettuce on the counter. Although they were only showing concern she felt like she was becoming an observer in her own life, forced to let the people she loved take care of her. It would only get worse she knew. Patiently, she watched as Leo put the shopping away, totally oblivious to her system and logic.

“I’ll make coffee,” Jed announced, giving her a reassuring smile.

CJ made her way to the couch at their insistence, tucking her feet under her and watching as they busied themselves in her kitchen.

Jed carried a mug of fresh coffee over to her before he disappeared into the bedroom, tugging her case behind him.

Leo disappeared into the guest room moments later and she heard his familiar humming as he opened closet doors

With nothing else to do, CJ flicked on the television, and tried to watch the news. Half an hour later the two men were still unpacking. “Want me to start dinner?” she called into the bedrooms.

“Nah, we’re just coming,” Jed replied, his head appearing in the doorway.

“Want me to sort the bathroom out?”

“Done.”

She sighed, defeated. It was only the first day, and they were driving her insane, treating her like she sick, which she was, but then they were not exactly in good health themselves.

“I’ll just sit here, then.”

“Yeah,” Jed replied, his voice muffled as he tried to hang her favorite top. “We’ll be out shortly.”

CJ closed her eyes, deciding that maybe she needed to relax and let them get on with it.

When Leo returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, she was sound asleep.

~~~~~~

Leo closed the study door and shuffled back into the living room. His thoughts were still with Mallory and his grand daughter and he did not notice CJ until he was leaning over the couch. “I didn’t realise we were having a pyjama party,” he deadpanned.

CJ looked up from her newspaper. “What’s a matter, forgot to bring yours?”

“I didn’t realize they were mandatory.”

“Like eighties television and salty snacks.” She gave him a broad grin.

“You’d better get changed,” Jed counselled, in a tone reminiscent of a husband who had been married a long time, and placing the last of the dishes on the drainer.

Leo rolled his eyes and padded towards the guest room. When he returned a few minutes later he was wearing oversized pyjamas and a robe.

CJ patted the sofa beside her. “See, now doesn’t that feel better?”

He rolled his eyes and sat on the couch.

Jed walked across the room, lowering a tray to the table and slid into the space on the other side of CJ.

“Cocoa?” Leo asked in disbelief.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“This is like old times,” CJ said, patting their knees. “The three of us, chips and eighties re-runs.”

“Oh, God, please, not so much like old times,” Leo groaned, remembering the evenings in his apartment when Jed had practically undressed her with his eyes. He had tried so hard to deny it had happened, blotting it out rather than check himself into therapy.

“You didn’t enjoy our nights together?” CJ asked, suppressing a grin.

“Mostly. The knowing looks, wandering hands, kisses when you thought I wasn’t looking, not so much.”

CJ glanced at Jed and back at Leo. “Oh.”

“Yeah, you weren’t that discreet. I just chose denial.” He picked up his mug and turned his attention to the screen. “I used to love this show.”

Jed was not so keen but it was better than the embarrassment he suddenly felt.

One show ran into another until CJ felt her eyelids becoming heavy. Patting both their knees, she excused herself to take a bath.

When she returned twenty minutes later, she watched the two of them from the bedroom door. Neither was saying much, instead focussed on the chess game before them. It was probably the first moment since they’d arrived home that either man had allowed himself to relax. She made a mental note to have early nights and encourage a nightly game of chess because the one thing she couldn’t complain about was the effect Leo had on Jed.

“Hey, Sweetheart. Enjoy your bath?” Jed asked, looking up.

“I’m going to bed.” She waved him down. “Finish your game. I’m going to read a while.”

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CJ pulled out a stool and hopped up. “Don’t suppose it’s worth me asking if there’s anything I can do to help?”

“No,” the two men chorused, barely pausing from their chores.

She sighed and leaned forward on her elbows. In the four days since they had returned from Washington, they had fallen into a pattern, one that was comfortable and familiar but left CJ with little to do but rest and enjoy being with her two favourite men

Every morning she would awake to Leo making coffee and practically rearranging her perfectly organised kitchen. After breakfast, the three of them would spend the morning sat on the porch, CJ reading, Leo doing his crosswords and the two men deep in discussion about the topic of the day.

Jed would make lunch, his daily steak sandwich now replaced with salad and soup - his concession to their less than perfect health.

CJ spent the afternoon napping, or at least pretending to, until the two men took their daily ride into the nearest town. Let off the leash, CJ tidied her kitchen, refolded the laundry, wondering why men seemed incapable of neatly folding anything, and sent emails, making sure she was tucked up in bed before they returned.

As with the first night, she was forced to watch as both men made dinner. Tonight they had been intent on grilling steaks outside on the barbeque, until the torrential downpour changed their mind.

“Can I at least set the table?”

Leo glanced up from stirring the pepper sauce and shook his head. “We’re going casual tonight. Kate’s on TV, plugging the book.”

“Leo’s always been a bit smitten with her.”

“Have not.”

“Me, think, he doth protest too much,” Jed teased.

CJ grinned at Leo’s discomfort.

“Anyway, Margaret informs me she and Will are an item.”

“Margaret and Will?” CJ asked incredulous.

“Kate and Will.”

That made more sense, or at least it did until her brain started to flash through the irony - Jed and her, Kate and Will, Josh and Donna, Sam’s ill-advised flings with Ainsley and Mallory. She knew it wasn’t uncommon to find love at work, but they had made it a way of life.

“You ok?” Jed asked, flattening the steaks with a mallet with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Yeah, I was just wondering if I had any single friends who might want to take on an old warhorse like our Leo.”

Leo groaned. “I’m fine, honestly.” The last thing he wanted was another blind date after Abbey’s last foray.

“We know you’re fine. You have us,” CJ acknowledged with a smile.

She was right, as usual. He did have them, and they had them. It was a perfect arrangement.

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“I miss the ball gowns,” Jed sighed, watching CJ pick up her pyjamas and head into the bathroom.

Leo glanced over at him. “Something you want to share?”

“She could wear a dress.”

“I’m sure if you took her somewhere other than a fishing shack in the middle of nowhere . . .”

His friend glared at him.

“Take her for dinner and dancing. She can slip into something backless and clingy and short.”

“You’re drooling.”

“Jed, Sweetheart,” CJ called from across the room.

Both heads snapped round.

“Still missing the ball gowns?” Leo asked, grinning broadly, his eyes firmly fixed on the pair of legs that seemed to go on forever.

Jed froze.

CJ was in the doorway wearing panties and a black camisole.

“Now who’s drooling?” Leo teased, rising from his chair and heading for his room. “I’m going to check in on Mallory.” As much as he was enjoying the view, it wasn’t for his pleasure. The two of them deserved a little privacy for whatever game CJ intended.

“Night, Leo.” She turned her attention back to her lover. “I’m running a bath.”

“Ok.”

“Wanna wash my back for me?”

“Are you sure?”

She shot him a look that would have lesser men to stone.

“Coming.”

Smiling to herself, she made her way back into the bathroom.

Jed followed like a puppy, his enthusiasm getting the better of him.

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“CJ asleep?” Leo asked, looking up from his late night sandwich.

“Yeah, she was a little drained after . . .“, he trailed off, not wanting to elaborate to his friend.

“I think I might join her.”

Jed raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Nah. I’ve heard she hogs the duvet.” He mirrored Jed’s look.

Jed slipped into a chair. “I don’t want to lose her, Leo. I can’t. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Leo leaned forward, clasping his hands in his lap, masking his surprise at the comment. “Then you need to tell her that.”

Jed sighed. It wasn’t for the want of trying. But every time he tried to broach the subject she would pick a fight, and she was very good at picking fights.

“Have you spoken to Abbey?” Leo asked, purposefully avoiding Jed’s eyes.

“Why would I?” Anger sparked in his eyes turning them a crazy violet.

“I just thought you might have a crazy arsed scheme of marrying CJ before. . .”

“She’s not going to die.”

“I was going to say before she starts treatment,” Leo emphasized slowly. “And for that you’d need a divorce.”

“You think by the law of averages my wife might say yes one of these times?” Jed snickered.

“You never know. Of course then you’d have to convince our Claudia to be stupid enough to say yes.”

Jed glared at him.

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CJ loved the rain - the gentle splashing of droplets on the roof, the relative silence of the cabin surrounded by trees. Her favourite time was early in the morning while Jed slept. Since she had found out about the tumour she’d been sneaking out more and more, savouring every moment, letting him rest when he could, enjoying the solitude and the little things she loved.

Sometimes she would just sit in the window and watch him sleep, his gentle breathing calming her enough to think rationally. Today, she didn’t want to think, merely lose herself, and forget what lay ahead.

“I hope that’s real coffee, not instant,” she said dryly, sensing him long before she caught sight of him in her peripheral vision.

“You’re becoming as big a snob as Jed,” Leo said, handing her a mug. “It’s Jamaican Blue Ridge Mountain.”

“I love this place.”

“As much as Jed?” he asked, his lips quivering into something resembling a grin.

“Sometimes it’s a toss up.” She gave him a shrug and the wicked grin he had always loved.

Leo hovered, his own coffee cup warming his hands. “Wanna be alone?”

“You’re fine.”

“Wanna talk?”

“I’ve never been in love before. I thought I was many times, but . . .,” she trailed off, watching a bird preparing to swoop. “I’m not ready to leave him.”

“We’re not ready to let you go.” Leo had to swallow to keep the depth of his feelings from his voice.

She shook her head as if to say don’t go there. She did not want to have a conversation about her illness. This was about love, her greatest love and what he meant to her.

“So it’s love?” He nudged her shoulder.

“And lust.”

“Well, he’s lusted after you for as long as he’s known you.”

CJ shot him something remarkably like her death glare.

“He likes waking up with you,” Leo said softly.

“He told you that?” she asked, incredulous.

“We don’t discuss relationships or compare notes. But when he talks about you, his voice changes.”

“So, I should go back to bed?” she asked, glancing back over her shoulder and noting with a smile that Jed was still curled up on his side of the bed.

“Put off all the complicated stuff for a while longer. Kiss your man, run your cold feet up his leg and help him wake up with a smile.”

CJ leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I love you.” She moved her arm, trying to explain what she meant, knowing that it was unnecessary but not able to voice what she really meant.

“I know what you mean. Now go.” He waved his hand at her, the smile he reserved for her dancing on his lips. “Before I change my mind.”

“You want to kiss him, run your feet. . .”

He laughed at her teasing and lightly slapped her. “Go.”

She pulled the French doors shut and re-arranged the curtains.

Jed slept on his side, his arms tucked up to his chest. He looked contented, she acknowledged.

Silently, she crossed the room and slipped under the comforter.

Jed stirred as she nuzzled up to him and draped her leg over him, his hand pulling her arm around him contentedly.

~~~~~~

The day had started off so well. Jed and CJ had stayed in bed until after ten, finally enjoying a late breakfast and a walk as Leo drove into town for supplies. As the rain returned mid afternoon so did the underlying tensions.

CJ looked pale and drawn as she made herself tea in the kitchen, reading the papers as she tidied the counter top.

Leo watched Jed watch CJ and knew that the light atmosphere was fast disappearing. So far Jed had refrained from fussing over his lover but as so often happened it would not lasted long.

Sensing an impending storm, Leo retired to the study, Kate’s latest manuscript in his hands, the door closing behind him with a thud. He wasn’t stupid. His two closest friends had been avoiding the subject and that couldn’t last. If he had stayed in the room her anger would have ended up directed at him too and at present he was the only other person she had to talk to, she needed him and he wouldn’t cut off that for her.

“You should rest,” Jed finally said when they were alone.

“Jesus, Jed. I am not an invalid,” she snapped, her frustrations finally coming to the surface. He had never, not even when things had become really bad in the White House treated her like she was incapable or fine china. He had always respected her as his equal. She was for all intent and purpose as healthy as Jed or Leo at this point, but they seemed to have overlooked that, in favor of mollycoddling her. “I can actually function as a person.”

“And normal people get tired too.” His tone betrayed little of his concern, only of his failing patience.

“Yeah, well, I‘m not.” She continued to move around the kitchen.

“Normal? Or Tired?”

She shot him a look that would have turned lesser men to stone.

“Can’t you just let me take care of you?” he asked with a sigh.

CJ rolled her eyes.

“For once in your life, look at it from someone else’s point of view.”

Her mouth opened but no words came out, at a loss of what to say.

“I love you, I want to spend my life with you but I have an illness that will make it impossible eventually for me to do anything. Right now I can, and will take care of you. I can’t bear to see you getting sick and not do anything.”

“Then maybe it’s time you got out.” The words were out of CJ’s mouth before she could stop them. They hung in the air long enough for her mouth to form a grim line and for her to actually consider what she was throwing at him.

“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” Jed asked, his voice raised in disbelief.

“If you want out, I’d rather you tell me now,” CJ replied firmly. The last thing she truly wanted was to be without him but she also didn’t want him to feel he had to take care of her out of obligation. When the time came she could get a nurse for that.

“If I want out?” he repeated incredulous. “Is that all it takes? We have a simple disagreement and we should discuss ending our relationship?”

“I’m just giving you the option.” Her arms folded across her chest in something resembling defiance.

“Sounds more like you want the option.” He took a deep breath, hoping she would argue with him.

Silence filled the stale confines of the room.

Jed blinked. “That’s just wrong. You are so wrong. Just stand there in your wrongness and be wrong and get used to it." He shook his head and made a move towards her. “I love you. I want to take care of you. The last thing I want is to lose you.”

CJ blinked back the tears.

“And you can push me away, tell me you don’t need me, but I’m not going to let you do this alone. Thanks for trying, but here I am anyway." He mirrored her stance, his arms folded, his lips forming a firm line.

She stared at him, suddenly feeling drained and overwhelmed, knowing that he was being as honest as he could, knowing she was the one being unfair. Instead of acknowledging it, she practically ran past him. “I can’t do this right now.” The door slammed behind her, shaking the door frame as he stormed out.

Jed stared at the door long after she had fled. “I don’t understand any of this. One minute we’re in love, planning for the future. The next she’s sick and we’re fighting.”

“You’re still in love,” Leo said simply, moving further into the room, his reading discarded at the slamming of the door.

“Yeah?”

Leo shook his head. “She’s crazy about you, has been for, well for probably as long as she’s known you. She’s also just found out that something as small as a golf ball may kill her. So maybe rational isn’t exactly to be expected right now. And she’s scared.”

“I’m not sure I know what to do.”

“You should call him, “ Leo suggested. “She needs him.” He didn’t need to say who, they both knew that the only person who could deal with CJ was in New York. “And I’ll go find her.”

~~~~~

“How are you doing, kiddo?” Leo asked, settling himself on the seat beside her, watching the ripples cascade across the pond as the rain continued to fall.

“Just tired.”

They sat in silence.

“Come to spank me, Leo?” CJ asked eventually, throwing stones into the lake, oblivious to her now soaked clothes.

“If only.”

Her lips formed a small brief smile. “I always thought it would be Alzheimers, or Jed’s MS. I never thought it would be this,” CJ said, her eyes staring off into the distance.

He reached for her hand. “It’s treatable.”

“I’m scared.” She’d had her doubts about Leo’s staying with them but he was the one person she could be candid with. The one person who seemed unable to let her bait him.

“He’s scared.”

“Well, that reassures me,” she snapped sarcastically, instantly regretting her tone.

“He’s acting out because he doesn’t know how else to react,” Leo tried to explain. “He’s not good with medical stuff. And he can’t go to Abbey.”

She shot him an indecipherable look.

“That wasn’t meant as condemnation of you.”

“Maybe it should be,” CJ offered, her eyes locking with his. “She was my best friend and I took her husband.”

“Firstly Jed doesn’t go anywhere he doesn’t want to go. You didn’t take him. He left Abbey, because he wanted you, probably, because their marriage had problems, definitely, because I got him to run, for sure. Do I think Abbey should give him a divorce? Yeah, because she needs to move on. Maybe her Catholicism is much stronger than the rest of us, and she won’t stop loving him but staying married isn’t going to make her feel any better.”

“There isn’t a day when I don’t feel guilty about what happened,” CJ sighed, avoiding his eyes.

“You’re catholic, it’s to be expected.”

“Why? I broke every other rule in the book. Sex before marriage, contraception, adultery, I may at times have been implicit in killing people.”

“CJ!” He reached over and covered her hand. “I’d tell you to forget about it but I know you can’t. I’m also hoping that we did enough in those eight years, sacrificed enough for this country, to warrant forgiveness for our sins, otherwise we’re both in trouble. Do I wish that you and Abbey could be friends, sure, and I’m certain she wishes it too, but she’s pissed and has every reason to be. If she knew about this,” he indicated the general vicinity of CJ’s tumour with his hand. “I think she’d probably try and find a way of advising you what to do, or at least putting you in touch with someone much more rational than Jed or I.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to her.”

“It isn’t fair to Jed either,” Leo said, emphasizing his words carefully. “He loves you. He’s intelligent and articulate most of the time, there are just certain things he’s not that great at. This would be one of them.”

“What?” She finally turned to face him, her eyes questioning.

“Feeling helpless.”

“I can’t alleviate his fears right now,” she stated dismissively.

“He knows that. And I doubt this will be the last shouting match.” Leo rose to his feet. “And I know neither of you are very good at apologizing but. . .”

“I need to go and apologize?” CJ took his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

“You need to let him know you’re ok.” He waited until she steadied herself. “And you need to get out of those wet things before you get a chill.“ His eyes dared her to argue with him. “For tonight that will be enough.”

CJ took a deep breath and linked her arm through Leo’s. “It’s gonna have to be.” She knew in her heart that the argument wasn’t over, that the fighting would become more irrational, but she also knew that the two of them wouldn’t let her push them away and she needed to know that more than anything.

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CJ opened the door and her jaw dropped. “Toby!”

He waited a full minute while she stared disbelievingly at him. “You know it’s bad enough that you live in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nature, but now you leave me standing outside.”

She threw her arms around him and he held her, his bag dropping to the ground with a thud.

“Are you gonna invite him in?” Jed asked, nodding to Toby, a small smile making it‘s way across his lips.

CJ released her prey and turned around. “You? You did this?”

Jed shrugged. “Just thought if you had someone else to fight with you’d stop in on me.”

“Thank you.” She gave him a heart stopping grin, one that she knew had been elusive of late but he deserved it. CJ had returned to the cabin the previous evening and Jed had poured her a coffee, acting as if the argument had never happened. Instead of heated discussion, Jed had waited for her to change and then the three friends had watched television as they did most evenings. CJ turned back to Toby and slapped his shoulder.

“What was that for?” he growled, picking up his bag, shaking it and nodding, satisfied the bottle of scotch was still in one piece.

“Because.”

He rolled his eyes. When Jed had called and invited him to his cabin, Toby had been reluctant to go. But his former boss had been insistent, telling him finally that he thought CJ needed him, previous disagreements tabled. Toby had dropped everything to jump on a plane and rent a car. “You always were so existential with your argument.”

She stuck her tongue out and Leo and Jed laughed heartily for probably the first time in days.

~~~~~~

It had started raining again within hours of Toby’s arrival and the cabin already seemed crowded - two few rooms and an absence of corridors or hallways for Toby to roam.

Leo had made coffee and the four of them had gathered in the Great Room. Catching up had been both entertaining and awkward, conversation falling into familiar patterns and at times staling, Toby still at a loss as to why he was there. All he could do was wait and watch as the two older men fussed like old maids, making lunch and clearing up, and CJ curled up on the sofa, feet tucked under her as she ignored them and made Toby the center of her attention.

The antique grandfather clock ticked the hours away, daylight disappearing to be replaced by murkiness as the storm whipped up outside.

Leo extracted himself from the impending storm inside and took sanctuary in the study. Toby wasn’t prone to taking bad news well, and the fact it involved CJ suggested it could be ten times worse than normal. So Leo was going to send emails and research while he waited for the shouting to begin.

Jed was also hiding, in his bedroom, giving the excuse that he wanted a nap before dinner. Although Leo doubted he was going to get much sleep with Toby ranting in the living room.

CJ paced the living room, turning sharply each time she reached a wall. “You sure you don’t want a scotch?”

“No.” Toby really wanted a drink, more than anything to give his hands something to do.

“No, you don’t, or no, you’re not sure?”

“I’m beginning to wish I hadn’t come.”

She sighed deeply. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I figured when I was summoned,” he said, going dizzy. “Can you sit down?”

CJ waved her hands through the air, while she struggled to find the words to begin.

“Are you going to marry him? Because you don’t need to ask my permission.” Toby’s face fell as she sank onto a chair. “Ok, CJ, spill.”

Faced with actually telling him, she balked. Jed had panicked when she’d told him and Leo had treated her like a piece of china since. The idea of Toby screaming was less appealing. “Six weeks a go, I blacked out,” she began, staring at the Turner landscape, one of the few pieces Jed had brought from the farm, on the wall. “When it happened again, Jed made me see a doctor.”

“Yeah!” He alternated between staring at her hands fidgeting in her lap and the drinks cabinet in the corner.

She nodded. “They did their thing.” Of course their thing had taken three hours, probably exasperated by the former President’s presence. “I have a tumour.”

Toby rose to his feet very quietly, the only indication that he was angry the vein pulsating at his temple, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“Toby.”

“Which means what?” He began to pace in circles around the Great Room, the walls closing in on him.

“I have some alternatives.” She cringed as his face took on a deeper shade of red.

“Yeah? So you have surgery when?” His voice, although perfectly controlled, had quickly raised in volume.

CJ sighed. It was inevitable that he would be practical and angry. She just wished it was that easy. “We’re still discussing options.” That was actually a lie, they were not discussing anything. She was still trying to come to terms with her illness, her fears and trying to reassure Jed and Leo. Obviously she wasn’t that successful.

“Options? Like whether to have general anaesthesia or local? Whether they need to cut you open or do keyhole?” Toby knew he was shouting, knew that his reaction was a little over the top but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Nor was he about to admit to his best friend, albeit an estranged one, that he was scared.

“I may not have surgery at all.”

“You are in fact crazy.” The volume had dropped, disbelief replacing anger, the vein pulsating reaching a crescendo as he rubbed his temples in frustration.

“There is medication that may help decrease it. Radiation has been shown to work,” she explained rationally.

“And by the time they figure out it isn’t working, it’s too late and you’re dead.” He wouldn’t let her give up on him, not after David. He had to get her to take everything the doctors offered, to fight with everything she had.

“Damn it, Toby, it’s my life.” Her voice matched his in volume.

“And you may not have it much longer. . .”

“What the hell has it got to do with you?”

Leo, having heard most of the exchange and fearful that they were bordering on saying things they would definitely regret, tentatively opened the study door and stepped into the Great Room.

Jed came from the bedroom as CJ’s voice raised another octave.

“It’s not as if you’ve been part of my life much the last few years.”

Toby glanced at Jed, his breathing heavy and uneven, his eyes acknowledging why Jed had dragged him halfway across the country, his mouth grim in the realization he had failed.

“How about I make dinner,” Leo suggested, trying to calm the combatants.

“I’m not hungry,” CJ yelled, arms thrown into the air, her shoes making a clattering sound as she stormed across the floor.

“You need to eat.”

“Just leave me alone.” The bedroom door slammed as she entered, the sound of the lock sliding into place followed by a resounding silence an end to the conversation.

The three men glanced at each other, no one making what would be a futile attempt to go after her, no one really sure what to say.

Finally, Jed moved to the counter and poured two large glasses of whiskey, handing one to Toby and downing the other. “That went well,” he commented, dryly.

“Hey, it could have been worse,” Leo commented, opening the fridge in search of dinner.

Toby and Jed shared sceptical looks. “Yeah?”

“Ok, maybe not. Let’s give her some time and we can try again.”

It sounded like a plan, a safe one, one that would give CJ time to calm down and the men time to strategize. The only flaw was that CJ rarely calmed down quickly. Jed only hoped she would be reasonable enough by bedtime to let him sleep in his own bed.

~~~~~~

CJ opened the refrigerator and removed the juice. It didn’t occur to her until she was heading back to her room, glass in hand, that she wasn’t alone.

Toby lay sprawled on the couch, fully clothed, the half drunk bottle by his side.

CJ shook her head and lifted the throw from the back of the sofa, covering him with it. She really wasn’t surprised that he hadn’t made it to the guest room, nor that he was drinking again.

He mumbled something incoherent in his sleep and she leaned in and kissed his cheek, no longer quite so angry at him.

She moved to head back to bed and stopped, instead dropping into the arm chair. Toby, unfortunately brought out the worst in her, most times he did it on purpose, although he was quite capable of doing it without trying. Bringing him to her was Jed’s way of letting her know he was there for her but he also had to know that it would get her thinking.

Surgery scared her. She was scared of waking up during the operation and of not waking up afterwards. Jed’s ‘it will be ok’ didn’t give her the reassurance she needed. And she couldn’t tell Jed what was running through her head as it would only add to his fears and concerns. Medication wasn’t an easy option either, it might not work, it could make her ill but it would enable her to be with Jed. Which was what mattered most to her.

Her brow crinkled as she leaned forward in the chair, her eyes on Toby as she began to consider her options rationally for the first time.

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When CJ finally awoke after a fitful sleep, the left side of the bed was empty, the covers repositioned around her. She lay, staring at the ceiling, for what seemed like hours as she listened to the three men banging around in her kitchen. Their voices were barely audible and although she could not hear what they were discussing she had a fair idea. Often they frustrated the life out of her, but she loved them all and the idea of not seeing them ever again hurt her more than the tumour ever could. Which was what had finally made the decision for her.

From the sound of rancorous laughter, the boys were getting feisty, CJ noted, rolling over and putting her feet on the floor. She pulled her white cotton robe around her and headed into the kitchen.

The three men glanced in her direction briefly, the laughter dying in their throats, and returned to what they were doing.

Toby stood over the hob, flipping pancakes and drinking coffee. He seemed unperturbed that he was still in the same clothes from the day before, or that he had reappeared in their lives after nearly two years absence without as much as a comment, instead he seemed very much at home.

Jed had his hands in the sink washing dishes, trying to prevent his concerns for CJ from making him do something stupid.

Leo sat at the kitchen table, his coffee mug before him as he worked on yesterdays crossword, his forehead scrunching into a frown as he tried to figure out a clue. He looked up again and gave her a small smile. “Morning.”

She smiled back and slid into a chair. “Good morning. Did I miss much?”

He shook his head. “Just three old men swapping war stories and dirty jokes.”

CJ glanced at the other two occupants and her grin widened. “Any you can share?”

“No,” Toby growled, placing a pancake in front of her. “Most definitely, no.”

“Well you’re no fun.”

“So, I’ve been told,” he deadpanned, lifting a forkful of food to his mouth.

When the four of them were finally seated and eating they lapsed into a comfortable silence, the argument from the previous night tabled, but not forgotten. If they knew anything about CJ it was that she couldn’t be pushed and if they were going to handle her they had to bide their time.

Finally, CJ pushed her plate away and looked between them. “Wanna come fishing with me, Toby?” she asked, nursing her coffee mug and fixing him in he stare.

He looked disgusted at the notion.

“Ok, I’ll go on my own.” She counted to three.

The three men looked at each other in horror.

“I’ll come,” growled Toby, his expression that of someone who knew he had been played..

CJ smiled to herself, satisfied that she had gotten her own way yet again. She knew at least one of them would cave, so worried they wouldn’t let her go alone, and it had been easy to predict that it would be Toby, the older two men confident he could get through to her. It irked her slightly that the three of them could read her so easily, but in this instance, she shrugged it off, happy that she could ease their worries and torture Toby at the same time.

~~~~~~

Toby carried the fishing rods and tackle box as CJ walked ten paces ahead, singing to herself. He couldn’t help but smile as she hit note after note wrong. The smile faded as they reached the bank and she motioned for him to set up their rods. He hated fishing almost as much as he loved CJ.

“I’m going to have the surgery,” CJ announced, casting her rod.

“Yeah?”

“I couldn’t take the nagging any longer.”

“Yeah?” So much for being a writer.

“Is that all you’ve got to say?” Her tone betrayed her disbelief, having anticipated a lecture.

“Yesterday, you didn’t want to hear what I had to say.”

She raised her eyebrows in consternation.

“OK, so what have you got to say?” he grumbled, giving her all his attention.

“Well you could at least be. . .”

“CJ!”

She couldn’t look at him, her eyes damp with tears. “When I first found out, I tried to ignore it, pretending that it would go away, or something. And then I started telling people. Jed’s reaction was a little vociferous, Leo’s was a little calmer but he started to treat me differently. They made me feel different and I could see what lie ahead for me so I refused to face it. There were all these options and none of them were easy or safe or . . .”

Toby edged towards her and she held up her hand to stop him.

“Surgery scares me. What if I die on the table? What if they don’t put me under properly and I can feel everything? What if it doesn’t work? What if something goes wrong and Jed has to take care of me? I’m not vain, you of all people should know that, but chemo, radiation, scare me. The side effects are enough to put me off. But for some reason your presence made me think, consider it all properly, face up to the reality.”

“Glad I could help.”

“You do, you always have,” CJ said, her voice barely audible but heartfelt. “If it was Jed, or Leo, or you, I’d be practically drugging you and forcing you into that operating theatre. I’d be doing everything I could to take care of you and get you through this. Jed is scared of losing me as much as I am of not being with him for the rest of my life. And I don’t know what I would do if I lost Leo suddenly. But I have to stop living in fear.”

“Fear is to be expected.” His voice became quiet and thoughtful and CJ didn’t miss the sadness in his eyes and she knew he was thinking about his brother.

CJ placed her rod on the ground and made her way to Toby’s side, settling herself beside him and squeezing his hand. “I’m going to have the surgery, I’m going to fight this, Toby. I’m not ready to give up.”

“Can I stick around?”

“I’m counting on it.” She was more than counting on it, she had been expecting it. With her impending hospital confinement, Leo would be sticking around to take care of Jed, and the fact Toby had dropped everything at Jed’s request, she knew he wouldn’t leave either until she was ok. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Jed’s gonna need all the support he can get.”

“You two are serious, then?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes dared him to challenge it.

“And he takes good care of you?”

She shook her head and squatted his arm. “You don’t need to worry about us, Toby. If anything he needs to take a little less care of me and a little more care of himself.”

He lightly stroked his beard. “I know you’re scared. ‘The fearless are merely fearless. People who act in spite of their fear are truly brave.’”

CJ looked at him, head cocked on one side.

“James A LaFond-Lewis.” He waited a beat. “’Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.’ Marie Curie.”

“Toby?”

He was finding it hard to say what he wanted, not wanting to reveal his own emotions. “The President. . . Sorry, Jed, Leo and I aren’t going anywhere. Every step of the way we’re gonna be there, holding your hand, making sure you eat, catching you each time you pass out at the sight of a needle.“ He gave her the first inkling of a grin. “One of them will hold your hair while you throw up.”

“I may lose my hair.”

“I’ll buy you a wig.”

She shook her head in disbelief.

“You can yell at me, cry on them, and each time you stumble we’ll be there to catch you.”

CJ had to turn away and swallow hard. She loved Toby like a brother but had always been resigned to the fact he found it impossible to freely admit his feelings. Today he had completely floored her by his simple statements.

“You should go back and tell them,” he said softly, picking up the equipment and giving her time to compose herself. “They’re worried, and they need to know what you’re planning to do. Then I think the four of us need to spend an evening relaxing and drinking a little before you take that next step.”

“You realise, right, that you didn’t even need to say please?” she commented dryly as they began to walk back.

“No, you’re wrong.” His lips quirked up into a smile. “I think I actually muttered please, for the love of god at some point in our discussion.”

CJ rolled her eyes and linked arms with him, her fear, at least for a few minutes, replaced with hope and love.

~~~~~~

“I love you,” Jed said, covering her hand with his own.

“I love you, too.” Her eyes darted to the door.

“It’ll be another half an hour or so.” And then he would be forced to wait in the corridor while she underwent surgery. Of course he wouldn’t be alone, Leo and Toby would be there too. Right now they were down the corridor giving them a little space. “And I’ll be here when you come round.”

She fixed a smile. Her greatest fear was that she wouldn’t wake up and see his face again.

“And then we start planning the wedding.”

“Wedding?”

“I’m being a little presumptuous? I just thought it was time we got married.”

CJ stared at him.

“Obviously it’ll be a small wedding, just a dozen or so of our closest friends.”

CJ raised an eyebrow, her hand hovering over the bed as she reconsidered hitting him. It wasn’t that he didn’t deserve it, it was the fact her arm was now attached to a drip, or at least had been prepped to be attached to a drip.

“I was thinking maybe we could erect a marquee in the backyard,” he continued, stealing looks at her, trying to distract her mind from the next few hours.

“You realise that you haven’t actually asked me?”

“Asked you what?” Jed asked, his face devoid of expression.

“Marry me?”

“Yes,” he whispered with a grin.

CJ rolled her eyes and shifted position, her free hand making contact with his arm.

“Oh, you wanted me to ask you.”

“What about Abbey?” CJ asked seriously, her head ducking so that she could look at him properly.

She had yet to consent to a divorce but he had explained the situation and she was wavering. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Legally we can’t tie the knot until you’re free.”

“I’m working on it.” Jed intended to work on it a little more once CJ was safely out of surgery and he knew Leo was fighting his corner too.

“And there’s something wrong with us the way we are?” CJ asked, studying his face, trying to memorise his features, fear still lingering in her mind. She loved him, wanted to spend her life with him but she had adapted to the fact they could never marry.

“You don’t want to marry me?” he asked, fear setting in.

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Well, then. Claudia Jean, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” It wasn’t romantic, Jed knew, and it was more than a little simple, but he hadn’t planned on asking her until she came round from surgery. The moment had just seemed right.

She glanced at the door as she pondered what he was asking, wondering how his timing could be so off, wondering if he was just reacting to what was about to happen.

“CJ?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Jed rose to his feet and leaned in to kiss her on the lips, the kiss deepening until he was on the bed, beside her, his leg wrapped around hers.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought Jed to his senses. He sat up and slipped off the bed.

“Sorry, but it’s time,” the nurse announced, hovering in the doorway. “Miss Cregg?”

CJ tightened her grip on Jed’s hand, nodding that she was ready.

Gently, he stroked her hair, and kissed her temple. “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

She bit her lip as they began to wheel her out of the door, Jed trailing along side her.

Leo and Toby stopped pacing as she appeared.

“Go, get ‘um, kiddo,” Leo whispered, leaning in and kissing her cheek as she passed.

Toby touched his fingers to his lips and then to his heart, silently saying a Jewish prayer as the trolley moved off down the corridor.

At the elevator door, CJ finally released Jed’s hand, mouthing I love you, before she was wheeled into the elevator.

Jed watched as the doors closed and CJ disappeared, his hands clasped together as he said a silent prayer.

“She’s going to be fine,” Leo offered quietly, appearing at his side, as much for his own benefit as for the two men standing nearby. “It’s CJ, she’s as tough as they come.”

“You don’t really think she’s going to leave the three of us to our own devices?” Toby asked lightly, masking his trepidation.

The two men glanced at him, surprised by the amusement in his voice.

“This is CJ, we’re talking about.”

The two men nodded in silent acknowledgement that Toby was as always right. CJ had too much invested in them all to let go yet.

“We’re getting married,” Jed said, smiling.

“She actually said yes?” Leo asked in mock-surprise.

Jed glared back at him.

“Congratulations.” Toby glanced at the clock and back to his two friends. “Well, we can’t celebrate without her, so what do you wanna do?“

When CJ came round three hours later, she smiled.

Jed and Toby were intently focused on a game of chess, Leo sat in the armchair struggling with his crossword, polystyrene coffee cups littered her side table while the TV was tuned to CNN.

Satisfied that the world was as she left it, as she wanted it, her fears unfounded, she allowed her body to succumb to the medication. Today, she would rest and give them a break, allow them some time to enjoy each other, to relax now that they knew she was out of surgery, later she would let them fuss over her and for once not complain.

Her recovery would take time, that much she was aware of, but she had the three of them to take care of her and they would get her through, and then she had a wedding to plan. The thought made her smile even more as her drifted off to sleep.

The End

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