Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

My work was becoming known,

and people were beginning to want more of my paintings. I was living the perfect life with the perfect

man, and I didn’t want anything more.

Connor stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom as I sat in bed from not feeling well. “I

thought you would’ve joined me in the shower,” he said.

“I’m not feeling well, Connor.”

I saw the fear sweep across his face. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat on the bed and stroked

my face.

I quickly jumped up and flew into the bathroom to vomit. Connor followed in behind me and held

my hair until I was finished.

“Looks like someone has the flu,” he said. “Get back into bed, and I’ll have Claire bring you up

some tea.”

I climbed into bed as Connor pulled the covers over me. He finished getting dressed and kissed me

goodbye. I was starting to feel better as Claire came up to check on me. I told her I was fine as I got

up and took a shower. I had too much to do today, and being sick wasn’t an option. I received a text

from Connor.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“I’m fine. I think it was something I ate.”

“Maybe it was. Get some rest just in case it wasn’t. I have a meeting to go to. I love you, babe.”

“I love you too, and stop worrying.”

I spent that whole week not feeling well and exhausted. I was beginning to get really scared, but I

didn’t let Connor know. He had enough on his plate, dealing with the trial for the Chicago fire and the

new building he bought in Los Angeles. I was lying on the couch when Peyton came over. She walked

in and hovered over me.

“What’s wrong? Why are you laying there like that in the middle of the day?” she demanded to

know.

I sighed as I sat up. “I haven’t been feeling well the past week.”

“Elle, what do you mean? Have you seen a doctor yet?” she asked with concern.

“No, I thought it was the flu at first, but I’m so tired. I’m scared, Peyton; what if my cancer is

back?”

“Don’t say that, and don’t think that way. What does Connor have to say about this?”

“He really doesn’t know. He knew I wasn’t feeling well a few days ago, but I’ve told him I’m fine

and that I had a virus. I don’t want to worry him. This is the last thing he needs on his mind right

now.”

“I want you to call your doctor, right now,” she demanded.

“I will next week if I don’t feel better,” I said.

“Have you not learned from your past mistakes, Ellery Black?” she scolded me.

She pulled out her phone and started dialing. “Who are you calling?” I asked.

“I’m calling Connor and telling him to get your sorry ass to the doctor.”

I grabbed the phone out of her hand and hit end. “Peyton, stop it; I’ll call Dr. Taub.”

Her phone rang in my hand and Connor’s name appeared. “Great, now he’s calling you back,” I

said as I handed her the phone.

“Hey, Connor! Sorry I must have butt-dialed you. So, do you want to tell me how it felt being on my

ass?” she laughed.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I picked up my phone, called Dr. Taub, and spoke with him

directly. He told me to go to the hospital for some blood work and wait. I told Peyton we’d have to

take a cab because I didn’t want Denny knowing where I was going. I couldn’t risk him telling

Connor. We hailed a cab and headed to the hospital. Connor called as we were in the cab.

“Hello, my love,” I answered.

“Hey, babe, are you having a good day?”

“I’m having a fantastic day; how about you?”

“My day is going well, but it’ll be even better after I take you to lunch.”

I started to get nervous as I looked at Peyton and mouthed “shit.”

“Baby, as much as I want to have lunch with you, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m with Peyton, and we’re going shopping. She came over, and she’s feeling a little down, so I

told her shopping will lift her spirits.”

“Why is she down? Is everything ok with her and Henry?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, it’s just her time of the month; you know how that goes.”

“Enough said, Ellery. Have fun, and I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”

“I love you too, Connor, bye.”

Peyton looked at me and started laughing. “You’re good,” she said.

We arrived at the hospital, and I headed to the lab to have my blood drawn. The nurse told me that

Dr. Taub gave strict instructions to have me come upstairs to his office and wait for the results. After

my blood was drawn, we stopped at the Starbucks inside the hospital and grabbed some coffee before

heading up to his office. I was a nervous wreck. I felt bad for lying to Connor, but I had no choice.

There was no need to worry him until I got some answers. We patiently waited in Dr. Taub’s waiting

room until the nurse called us into his office. Peyton grabbed my hand as we sat in the two seats

across from his desk. “Everything will be fine, Elle,” she said.

Dr. Taub walked in his office and sat in