Two years later.

The sound of an alarm rings inside the bedroom. I slowly try to move to the other side, trying to be as far away as I could from the sound. I make a face when I realize that I am held captive into Cayson's strong and muscular arms.

I groan when the sound gets louder and bury my face into my pillow and pull the sides up to cover my ears.

"Cayson," I mutter, trying to wake him up because it's his alarm. "Wake up!"

Silence, except the damn alarm ringing.

His grip around my waist tightens and he pulls me a little bit closer to him. I try hard to get out of his arms but he doesn't budge. I give up after one try because I don't have much energy in the morning.

Ugh!

I groan and pull the pillow over my head and try blocking the obnoxious sound off, but it doesn't work.

"Wake up Cayson," I move him a little by pressing my elbow against his bare yet muscular chest.

"Mm," he moans and moves away, letting go of my waist.

"Cayson," I mumble again in a sleepy tone with my eyes closed.

The sound of the alarm gets louder and louder by each second making my ears numb and technically bleed.

He has to wake up.

"Wake up," I push his back but he doesn't wake up.

Not being able to think about anything else, unwillingly I kick his butt and he rolls off the bed and onto the floor. I hear a loud thump before he sits up, pampering his head and looks up at me.

"What?" He asks in a confused tone.

"Turn that shitty alarm off," I groan putting my index fingers in both my ears, blocking off the sound.

"Ugh," he groans when he realizes the obnoxious sound of his precious little alarm.

He presses a button and the sound stops but my ears are still ringing from it all. "Sorry babe," he apologizes before getting off the floor.

He leans towards the bed and places a soft kiss on my forehead before mumbling. "Good morning."

"It's not my morning yet," I mumble and pull the blanket off of me because its starting to get hot. I put the blanket over half my body whereas the other half doesn't have the blanket.

"It's eight," he tells me by looking at the clock in front of us.

"And?" I ask. "My morning doesn't start until after twelve."

"You still haven't changed," he chuckles softly and I close my eyes shut and smile.

"Never," I turn to my side.

"I love you," he whispers, leaning towards me and caressing my cheeks.

"I love you," I reply back before going into my deep slumber.

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These past two years have been the best years of my entire life. Firstly, Cayson and I got married and went to Bulgaria for our honeymoon.

Bulgaria is really beautiful!

Cayson loves Bulgaria because he is a quarter Bulgarian. I remember him telling me about himself when I had my cancer stuff going on.

Apparently, he is half Italian, a quarter Bulgarian and another quarter Canadian. He is a perfect combination!

Who doesn't love an Italian man every now and then?

Guess our babies will be a mix of everything. It will be Italian, English, Bulgarian, Canadian, and American.

You might be thinking where did babies come from? Well, Cayson has always wanted a baby, his baby. As for me, I don't really know how to take care of one but if Cayson wants a baby then I could give him one. I'd rather have dogs but, we could have a baby.

So, we have been trying for a baby.

I have been trying to keep myself calm for the past couple of days. I for one, haven't gotten my periods yet and I am almost a whole month late. I didn't notice until now.

I peed on a stick and it said that I am pregnant. As excited as I am about being a mom, I am more excited to tell Cayson and see his reaction. So, I called him and told him that I have a surprise. He is coming home early today.

Just in case I came into the hospital to just make sure that the stick isn't faulty. I have been having mild fever but it's nothing major.

I smile at the realization of having a baby, that too of Cayson. I know that I haven't been the most welcoming of this idea because I know I'm not good with babies.

But, I would do it for Cayson. He is sweet and would make an amazing father. I am sure of that fact.

"Venus?" I hear my old doctor as she walks towards me with a smile on her face.

"Dr Wendy!" I stand up and she pulls me into a hug.

"How is my cancer survivor doing?" She asks and I smile.

"Great! How is the doctor who cured my cancer doing?" I ask and she chuckles heartily at that statement.

"I could take no credit for that. It was all successful because of you, your family, friends, and Cayson," she smile in response then continues. "But, I am great! Just treating more cancer patients."

"That's great!"

"What brought you in?" She asks.

"Well..." I trail off and her brows furrow in confusion. "I am pregnant."

There is this dumbfounded smile on my face as if I have already delivered the baby. When I tell her, I expected her to congratulate me and be happy for me. But, there was a different expression on her face: fear.

"What?" I half chuckle softly and she shakes her head. "No, there is something."

"What?"

"You made a face," I tell her, pointing to her face. "I know that face very well."

"It's just..." she stops for a minute and looks at me.

"What is it?"

"You're sure that you are pregnant?" She asks.

"Yeah, I found out this morning," I confirm.

"Well, I am just scared," she tells me and my brows furrow in confusion.

"Scared? About what?"

She hesitates for a moment and doesn't reply. What does she mean, she's scared?

I try reading her face and when she hesitates to tell me, I feel like I have had this little experience before with her. I think I know what this is.

"Is..." I hesitate as I am asking her. "Is it about my cancer?"

She doesn't respond.

"It is, isn't it? It's back?"

"No, it's not about your cancer but it is related to your cancer," she explains to me.

"What do you mean? It's back?"

She shakes her head. "No, it's gone. It is completely out of your system and is never coming back."

She stops.

Oh, there is more.

"And there's a but," I tell her and she nods.

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