WAITING FOR SUPERMAN

Dr. Grant Anderson, Doctor of Occupational Therapy Grant here. Dr. Anderson if you want to be formal.

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

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“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Stefani shook her head quickly at his eagerness to apologize for something that had nothing to do with him. He couldn’t be there every single moment of their teenage years. That was her decision and she most likely would have told him to go away if he tried to change her mind back then, too, so it wasn’t like he could have changed her mind. Not with how stubborn she was. “Does that mean we’re not supposed to talk about them right now then? Since we’re wasting our time on them? I’m not exactly sure how this works.” She trailed off with a laugh, not even sure if she was making sense. Sometimes the pain medicine she was on tended to make her ramble and not make any sense. “And I believed in you too, Grant. Always. Look at you being a big shot doctor now.” She moved her head closer to his, lips hovering above his own, “Mhm. Although, I’d have to argue that I’m the lucky one right now.”

Grant smiled softly. “We can... but I think the real solution is to not really worry about them because they’ve got their own problems,” he chuckled. He was happy they’d both grown up to become stronger, and that they had each other now. It was something they both needed. He smiled more. “I’m just starting my career... I wouldn’t exactly put myself with the big names,” he joked. “That could take another, I don’t know... twenty something years?” he leaned in, accepting the invitation for a kiss. “I’ll let you win on that. I love you anyways, so I think we’re both incredibly lucky,” he muttered against her lips, pulling her closer towards him. He didn’t want to let go. Not now, not ever.

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nothing left to lose || granni

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Everything from that moment forward was a complete blur to the thirty year old. All those years of thinking she wouldn’t get the soccer team she dreamed of since she was a little girl, those dreams practically being signed away months ago with those consent forms—now they wanted her to get rid of the baby? Stefani laid there in the bed with her head shaking over and over again in complete denial about the situation. “No.” Her voice cracked as she spoke, refusing to say anything else on the matter. Not with the doctors still in the room waiting for what she only assumed was an answer. They weren’t going to get one — at least not the one they wanted — right then. 

“Right now the two options is losing the fetus,” He spoke up once more, being careful to lower expectations, “Or potentially lose both of you with not pursuing the treatment and surgery plan. There’s been research shown that after three months chemo could be an option, but even then with the surgery…” Stefani interrupted him as she glanced over at Grant, “No. Get them out of the room. Now.” At that point her bottom lip was starting to quiver, unsure of what else to say, “There’s no decision to make, Grant. We’re not considering that.”

Grant looked at her, turning his head when he heard her soft voice. He couldn’t think of anything else at this point. He was a doctor, but he had friends who were more well versed in this field. It wasn’t his decision to make. He wished the other doctors would leave the room to give them some time to take it in, and some of the much needed privacy he wanted. He slipped his hand in hers and placed his other one over them. At this point, everything as too risky, and with this chance, he didn’t know what to do.

The man rolled his shoulders back and nodded, getting up to speak to the two other men in the room. “We need a moment to speak... alone...” Grant said quietly, clearing his throat to let them know he wasn’t kidding around. “I know you’re the professionals here, but this is our life we’re talking about and I would rather not have our conversation or decision swayed right now. So, please.” The two men looked at each other and made their way towards the door. Grant shut it behind them and returned to his fiancee’s side. 

“Stefani...”

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

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Her head shook in his direction. “Well, yeah, but if we had slept together maybe I wouldn’t have been with an idiot for my first time who took me back to a sleazy hotel after promo and then got freaked out. Where the hell were you then?” Stefani laughed softly as that memory came flooding back into her mind. Gross. Shuddering as she remembered, Stefani turned her attention back over to Grant and his words in order to distract her. At least there was already a quick subject change waiting for them. “God, no. They even made a Faebook page making fun of me and telling me I’d never make it. Those are the same people who pretend like they were my friend all along and want tickets to my show. Not you, though. You were different.” She reached out to take his hand in hers, grinning, “And I always used to tell you that I’d never forget you, silly. Look where we are now. In our own little safe haven, away from the rest of the world, not a single fuck to be given.”

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“I know... I’m sorry about that...” Grant ran a hand though his hair. “It would have been different for me too,” he shrugged, not wanting to think about his stupid teenage choices he made when it came to relationships. “Because they couldn’t do anything better with their time, so they decided to use it to hurt other people,” he shook his head. “I bet they’re not anywhere as amazing as we are right now. Those are the people who don’t deserve any of your time. I know it’s been years, but they should learn to get over their pride before anything else,” he took a deep breath. “Because I knew they were wrong and I knew you were more amazing than anything. I believed in you. I still do, Stef.” He smiled and linked their fingers, scooting closer. “I’m a lucky guy to be in this spot right now,” he said softly. “Yeah... we’re here. No one’s going to hurt us here.”

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nothing left to lose || granni

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It shouldn’t have even been possible for her to get pregnant with all the chemotherapy that had been happening over the past few months. That was her main concern while signing the consent forms in the first place, but to have it happen when it wasn’t supposed to be possible—that was a miracle. She reacted just like any other expecting mother in that moment. Tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks, a huge smile plastered on her lips; but little did she know that the happiness she was experiencing now wasn’t going to last long. It all had to come crashing down eventually.

“Given your knowledge, I think you know where we’re going with this.” One of them spoke up after a moment when Grant started to get annoyed at the silence. Neither of the two wanted to come right out and say the bad news. It had to be done. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the other man spoke out. “Unfortunately with this new development, we cannot continue with the current treatment plan. You already know the risks that come with not doing the treatment.” He started, leaving Stefani to squeeze Grant’s hand tighter, “We recommend terminating the pregnancy.”

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Grant kissed her cheek. Besides this being a complete surprise, it was also a miracle. Seeing the smile on his wife-to-be’s face had him curse the fact that nature, science, whatever it was, could be so cruel. This would be good for them. They could start their life together, finally settle down. Things could be okay again, somehow. But of course, there was more to it that they couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t fair. And when they received the news, it almost became unbearable to think about. 

He looked at the two men, raising an eyebrow. “So we’re given the choice between the chemotherapy or the pregnancy... but you’re telling us that the pregnancy would be the wrong choice.” Grant furrowed his brows and looked and Stefani again, taking a deep breath. “Honey...” he said quietly as Stefani squeezed his hand. It was a disconcerting feeling, and even he didn’t know what to do. “Stef, we’ll talk about it. I don’t want us to make a decision without looking at our options or getting a second opinion,” he told her, not to use his words to decide what to do, but because they both had a lot to think about. 

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

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It took everything in her power not to burst out into laughter right there and then when his face turned bright red at her teasing. She had only been kidding about that being his ulterior motive but now she was never going to let him live that down as long as she was around. “You horn dog,” Stefani pretended to gasp as she reached out to teasingly punch him in the shoulder, “You just wanted to scare away all the other men so you could get the chance to get into my pants. I should have known all along someone doesn’t just give you a milkshake and not expect anything in return. Rude.” She shook her head to let him know she was just messing around with him. “I don’t think anyone has been up here since a decade ago, Grant,” Stefani reminded. He just had to go and be all nostalgic. Goddammit. She tried to hide the fact that she was tearing up while he talked about their name in the lights, staring up at the sky—pathetic little stars barely being able to be seen because of all the lights in the city. “And how I kept insisting that was going to happen and ranting about how everyone made fun of me for saying it, too. Definitely our safe haven. I don’t ever want to leave here again.”

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“What? Me?” Grant laughed softly. “I was a teenage boy. I’m sure if I wasn’t overly protective and observant I’d be Grant the dud today,” he teased back. “I mean... think about it... we never slept together in high school. We were so close that if we did that, it would make things weird. Teenagers. But we’re all grown up now... and I’ve already confessed my feelings and I’m still flustered and grateful you feel the same way. Yeah,” he smiled. “Really? So we’re probably the only ones that really made this place our own. We could have just build a fort up here and lived there instead,” he grinned a little. Grant leaned against her and smiled. “Because they didn’t know better. They were probably jealous of your talent. For the record, I knew you’d make it. And I don’t know if you still remember what I wrote in your yearbook our senior year... about when you become a superstar and win a bunch of Grammy’s, that you won’t forget about the nerdy kid who you grew up with, who’d do anything for you... even when he’s up to his eyeballs in student debt,” he blushed a little, laughing softly. “We don’t have to... I mean... we can have our own safe haven. We have each other, too.”

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nothing left to lose || granni

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She wanted to believe more than anything else in the world that was the reason why they were taking so long to come in and talk to them. Stefani had no reason to believe that Grant would lie to her about that. He was most likely just as clueless as she was in that moment, and was trying to reassure her while trying not to freak out as well in front of her. “Finally. At least we don’t have to wait any longer.” Stefani muttered as she saw one of the doctors come into the room with the rest results in his hand. He didn’t seem all that excited to be there to give them the news. “Why are you talking to him? I’m right here.” Stefani spoke up. She found it a little odd that they would be talking to him about the results rather than just tell them both at the same time. What came from next was something not even she expected.

“The blood test results showed higher levels of hCG. There’s a positive pregnancy test.” Relief began to wash over her as she put her hand over her mouth at the news. Tears of happiness had already started. Pregnant. She was pregnant. She couldn’t quite understand why everyone else in the room didn’t look as excited as she was, the smile slowly fading from her lips, “…that’s good news, isn’t it?”

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Grant smiled a little and cleared his throat when Stef spoke up about the doctors not addressing her directly. What came next, he didn’t expect to hear, not this soon, and in this situation, he wasn’t sure what to say. He could feel his heart skip a beat or two. He wasn’t going to ask how it happened, he knew what they did, but now Stef was pregnant with his child. This changed things.

He also couldn’t help but notice the look on the faces of the doctors as they spoke. He was in school long enough to understand what was going on. There was going to be a ‘but’ coming up and he didn’t think it was going to be a good thing. Grant smiled at Stef and squeezed her hand to reassure her, whatever the answer was, he was staying with her. There was a deep pause, like one dramatic pause for effect in the middle of a monologue. “Are you going to tell us what else is going on here?” he asked, trying to keep his temper cool. They weren’t being professional. The longer they waited to tell the news, the more anxious he and Stef were going to get. “Well?” he addressed the man who was in a higher position.

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

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Stefani raised an eyebrow as she turned her attention back to him. “Uh huh. Best friend who used to have a crush on me—you probably just wanted to protect me so no other assholes could get in my pants one of those nights.” Of course that wasn’t what she truly through about the situation but it was always fun to tease. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the reason why Grant was laughing after she had kissed him. Instead of bringing attention to the height difference, since she would have gone on a rant about him taking away her heels, Stefani continued to pull him along until they were finally on the roof. “Exactly the same. Are those our old empty beer bottles?” She motioned her head to point them out on the ground with a laugh. “Way ahead of you, Grant. Those stairs were exhausting.” Stefani rolled her eyes as she sat down on the concrete, looking up at him, “Well? Join me.”

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Grant could feel his face turning bright red. So maybe she was right. She could use that fact against him now, any time she wanted. He smiled. “I did. I didn’t want someone to take advantage of you. i knew you could take care of yourself... but there was a part of me that didn’t want anyone else there. I don’t know. We were teenagers,” he chuckled. So maybe they were even now that he had outgrown her a bit during those teenage years. “I can’t believe no one threw them out after what, a decade? Remember how we used to talk about the lights in the city? How one day one of us was going to get our name there? I think you beat me to that one,” he smiled and sat next to her, laughing again. “Oh yeah,” he said with a hum. “This is our safe haven. That’s what I used to say whenever we were here and one of us was having a bad day. We could count on each other and our safe haven.”

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nothing left to lose || granni

Another seizure. Goddamn. It seemed like things had been going pretty well for the past month or so as the with her regaining more and more functions due to the treatment. Things were starting to get easier, but at the same time, nobody — not even Grant — had expected a surprise seizure to land her in the hospital that evening. He had panicked, of course, rushing her to get checked out just like the night he first moved in with her and they decided to take things to the next level. She honestly didn’t expect any news that she hadn’t heard a million times over the past few weeks. “What do you think is taking them so long?” Stefani whispered as she looked over at Grant from the hospital bed, sighing heavily. Blood test results weren’t supposed to take that long. “You don’t think anything bad showed up, do you?”

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Grant spent ten minutes talking to the doctors. He didn’t understand what was wrong, or why determining what was wrong was taking this long. It wasn’t his specialty, but he was sure anyone could deduce that time was very important during something like this. He just felt all the more frustrated. When he returned to his spot next to Stefani, he didn’t have a solid answer for her. “They’re probably going over everything with the specialists, and they’re putting together the notes. Someone should be over to talk to us soon. “I’m hoping not,” he took a deep breath. 

“Dr. Anderson?” Grant turned around when he heard his name. “Yes?” The medical director nodded. “We have your fiancee’s results.”

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

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Another laugh escaped from the back of her mouth. “Yeah, yeah. Always trying to protect me even though I gave you hell for doing so all those years.” She shrugged her shoulders as his arms wrapped around them once the elevator started moving to the top floor where she already knew the way to the stairs for the rooftop access afterwards. “Probably because they knew we wouldn’t get into any trouble with each other, I guess. We always had each others backs.” She leaned on her toes to press another kiss to his lips, grinning against them, “I love you, too.” It was still going to take some time to get used to using that term of endearment with him but that was normal. The elevator doors opened to reveal the floor that they wanted with her pulling away and grabbing his hand to lead him towards the rooftop access stairs, “Come on!”

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“I kind of felt like it was my duty as your best friend,” Grant smiled. He was being honest. “Mm, yeah,” he nodded. “We always ended up doing something crazy together,” he chuckled. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He giggled a bit when Stefani tiptoed to kiss him. That was going to be his favorite part now. “Mmm...” he let out a soft hum. Feeling like this just felt right, and it didn’t feel forced, or like he was pushing things. “Okay, okay, I’m coming,” Grant laughed a little, letting her lead him out to the rooftop. He looked around. ”Wow... it’s been a while since we’ve been up here. Looks about the same,” he chuckled. “Should we get settled?”

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

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“You know why I couldn’t let you punch the guy! Security would have detained us and then we would have been in way much more trouble.” Stefani laughed as the elevator doors opened for them. She walked into the small space and watched as Grant followed behind her before pressing the button for the top floor where the roof access door was located. “And then my mom knew what happened even after I told her that it broke from walking into a door. She knew us too damn well.” She teased, rolling her eyes, “Oh hush. At least we didn’t find used needles in the hallway this time.”

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“Yeah, well... protective Grant has his ways, you know,” Grant smiled as he walked in after her. He pulled his arms around her, a gesture that was both familiar and safe, but not overused. “That’s because moms know everything,” he grinned, pushing his glasses up. Yeah, we got away with so much. I don’t know how. Our parents seemed to already know our every move when we’re together. There’s that too,” the young man laughed softly. “I guess this is also why they asked me to come over here too,” he looked at her and kissed her softly. “I love you.”

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

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Stefani shook her head as she attempted not to laugh at all the memories flooding back to her. She was looking forward to making more of those special memories with him in the future. “God, yeah. Was that the same concert where some guy elbowed me in the face and broke my nose?” She followed him into the building and inhaled deeply as the all too familiar hallways came into her view. “I didn’t even feel the broken nose with that alcohol.” Stefani continued to hold his hand in hers as the two of them made their way to the stair case and began their journey to the roof. “Now you have an excuse to come back more often, too.” Stefani scrunched her nose as he pecked her cheek, “Ew. Cooties.”

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“I think so. And I think I wanted to punch the guy but you told me not to and then bought be a Snickers afterwards,” Grant felt his cheeks warm up. He put his free hand over his mouth to hide his smile. “I remember. And then that’s also why we had to go home early, too,” he nodded and laughed softly. “Cooties? We’re in New York and you’re worrying about me giving you cooties?” he teased her, shaking his head with a laugh as they made their way towards the elevator. “Up to the top, right?”

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

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At least their destination was only a few minutes away from the new apartment. They wouldn’t have to walk too far and risk having someone notice them in the middle of the night. “Them playing cards and talking all night could be a bad thing for us, too. Remember that one time we were trying to sneak back in and we almost got caught because they refused to go to bed?” Stefani questioned with a small laugh. As Grant reminisced about the city she couldn’t help but smile to herself as they walked hand in hand; giving his a gentle squeeze as their destination started to come into view. “I’ve been here a few times in the past couple of years. It’s still never been the same, though, living in such a big apartment all alone.” She whispered, “I still had to turn on my television so I didn’t feel so lonely all the time.” Stefani admitted, grinning after a moment, “I think we’re here.”

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“Oh yeah,” Grant chuckled. “We were, what? Sixteen and we went to that one concert and had a bit to drink but made it back somehow,” he grinned a bit, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. He nodded, listening to her talking. “I wish I had time to come back here. But my parents ended up moving, too, so I guess there really was no reason to come back other than the holidays while I was still in school,” he hummed, then bumped her with a smile. “Hey, you’ve got me now, no more feeling lonely,” he pecked her cheek. “I think so too,” Grant said as they entered the building together.

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

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A laugh escaped from the back of her throat once she heard his explanation. She wasn’t about to complain about him not asking her all those questions and fussing over her health in that moment. It was actually a relief to not have someone bombard her with silly questions. “It’s the fishnets, right? The fishnet stocking and high heels are what put this look over the top and made it… me.” Standing next to him and his casual outfit compared to hers was pretty funny. The two of them were practically the same with their personalities but their appearances were a far cry from being in the same ball park. “Yes.” Stefani nodded with a grin as she walked with him out the door and into the elevator. “Do you think we’ll manage to sneak back here before our parents notice that we’re missing in the morning, too? Because I think we can.” She smirked as the elevator door opened with her walking through the lobby side by side with Grant and out into the streets of the city.

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Grant beamed, hearing her laugh. He chuckled and nodded. “They look good on you,” he said, running his hand through his hair. He took her hand, leading her out. “I think so. They’ll be preoccupied talking, I’m sure. You know how it is whenever they get together. Non-stop talking and playing cards. Well, my dad is always the one who brings out the cards,” Grant chuckled. He licked over his lips, breathing in the night air. “Ahh... I’ve missed that feeling of New York. Has it really been that long since we’ve been back here?” he asked, mostly thinking aloud. “I mean... you probably come by over here a bit, right? Touring and all. I love New York,” he smiled, nodding in the direction of their destination.

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

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Stefani almost expected him to question her ability to be able to go out that night. Ever since that scare that left her in the hospital for more aggressive treatments she had come to expect him — and everyone else for that matter — to worry about how she was feeling and if she was well enough to do the things she normally would do. Grant being so willingly to go out that night and potentially sneak into the apartment building and not insisting that she stay home that evening caught her off guard; blinking a few times. “Really?” Stefani questioned with a nervous laugh. “You’re not going to argue about this? Ask how I’m feeling? Lecture me on my heels?” Stefani shrugged her shoulders as she took a few steps closer to him innocently. “No, no, I think you’re fine. We just know how much I have a love hate relationship with clothes.” Stefani grabbed his hand and began to tug towards the door, whining, “Yes. Come on. The rooftop is waiting for us to make our return.”

Grant smiled. “It’s New York. Let creativity flow and live long and prosper,” he chuckled, offering his hand. “I like it. It’s very... you. Don’t be afraid to hide that,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. Everything about the moment was very adventurous. He watched her and chuckled. He was dressed in his usual sort of dress shirt and slacks, nothing to far from what he usually wore when he was working. It was comfy and he felt confident. What he loved about Stefani was that she didn’t care what people thought about her and expressed herself the way she wanted. He wished he could be that confident. Maybe he could learn. “Oh, yes, how can I forget?” Grant laughed softly. “Let’s go. Back to our spot where no one will find us. Think we can still manage to stay out the whole night?” he asked her, taking her hand as they walked out the door together.

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new york rebels || grant x stefani

New York. The city that never sleeps, but also the city that gave birth to the woman staring outside her Central Park apartment. The spacious apartment that the two of them had to escaped two from her mansion back in Malibu was a far cry from where the two of them had got their start together back on the Lower East Side. It was surreal, really, being back in the city with Grant going from a studio apartment that she could barely pay rent on time with to going to a $25,000 a month apartment right next to Central Park. She loved that place, however, it just wasn’t the same as it used to be and something was… missing. You would have never thought that Stefani had just gone her first round — although not technically  — of aggressive chemotherapy with the way she was dressed. Fishnet stockings, high heels, leather, and a lack of clothing all together; just like she had dressed all those years ago. Forcing a small smile on her face despite her not feeling well, Stefani walked out towards the living room of the apartment where Grant was, hoping he didn’t see her stumble. “How about we go be bad kids again?” Stefani questioned with a slight smirk, not wanting to show how sick she was really feeling on the inside, “I thought we could escape back to my old apartment. Rumor on the street is nobody’s living there right now.”

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Ever since that night at the hospital, Grant had been thinking about a lot of things, all of them involving his future with Stefani. On a day where she was at a therapy session, he made lunch for Cynthia and Joe, along with Stef’s younger sister, Natali and told them his plan of proposing to Stefani. Their reactions weren’t what he had expected--It’s about time, was was Cynthia said with a big smile; Joe shook his hand and told him he trusted him to take care of Stefani. t was easier than what he had expected. They still didn’t know about his past. His almost wedding and his failed relationship that stuck him in the mud for a couple of years when it came to making something of himself. Now they were off to New York and he was putting his plan into action. He kept obsessively checking his pocket to make sure the box didn’t fall out. Security nearly caught him, almost asking him about the small metal object in his backpack. Grant turned to face Stefani, away from the window he was staring out of. “Back to the rooftop where we’d get stuck and watch the stars? I’m in,” he said, looking her over. “Am I overdressed?”

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Doctor’s Orders || Grant x Stefani

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It only felt right to admit to him that she kept that cup after all those years once he admitted that he felt cheesy about doing that in the first place. “…I think cheesy would be me keeping that cup and refusing to throw it away. I still have that somewhere.” Stefani wished more than anything in the world that their conversation could have continued without being brought down by the news of her latest scans. All she could think about while they were listing off this and that for treatments — most of which she didn’t want to hear — was all their time spent on the rooftop back in Brooklyn where they didn’t have a single care in the entire world. She wanted to scream at them to get out, for them to shut up; desperately wanting to relive the moments of them being teenagers like they had been talking about just moments before. “Grant…” Stefani trailed off in a whimper as he asked to talk to them privately, reluctantly letting go of his hand once he stood up from the bed. “Come back soon, please? Please.” Her voice cracked as she spoke and nodded as both of them walked out of the room; her parents coming back into the room afterwards.

And that was when she broke down. “M..Mom.” She whimpered as Cynthia embraced her in the bed with the reality just now beginning to hit her. She had already been concerned with the effects the treatments were having on her and her dreams of the future, which includes a family, and how that seemed to be drifting away more and more with each passing moment. “I… I want, I just… Can we go back home? Please? With Grant, I mean, we can go back home.” Stefani was practically begging at that point as her parents hovered over her bed tending to their hysterical daughter, the two of them not even questioning the reasoning behind her constant need to bring him into the conversation. She never hid anything from the two of them and they were always supportive of her choices; which was part of the reason why she was about to ramble on and on. “I just want to go back home, I — I know you always say I work too much, and you’re… you’ve been right, and now… now I don’t even get to be happy, we’re supposed to be happy. Grant and I, we…” Her voice cracked, “I love him, God, I love him, and I’ve always loved him, and we… I just want to go home and forget.” She sobbed, “P—Please. Where is he? What’s taking him so long?”

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Grant blinked at her. “You did?” he asked. It went through his mind before, but he never really considered that she’d keep it. A smile pulled onto his lips as he thought about her keeping the cup. After all those years, she kept it as a souvenir from their teenage years. “And I still have the cuff links you gave me. The ones that look like the Death Star,” he chuckled. “I still use them on occasion,” Grant said proudly. When the other doctors came in, his smile left his face. When they didn’t listen to him, it made him realize that this wasn’t really going to be easy. He understood that everything about their situation was difficult, but these men, these professionals, the ones who were supposed to care, were making it difficult. He looked at Stef and kissed her cheek. “I won’t be long,” he promised in a whisper. He walked out of the room after letting go of Stef’s hand and following the two men out. Grant looked up at them, expecting them to say something to explain themselves.

 He only shook his head when they kept insisting they give her the most intense, aggressive treatment. He disagreed because doing that usually made the occupational therapy an even heavier burden. Yes, he was there to help her, but he knew there were other options. He wasn’t short on knowledge on the topic; he read up on treatments and therapies. He stayed up researching alternatives. The point of his line of work was to work with his patients, push them, be a support system, but this was a push too far. He knew he was doing, but Grant couldn’t let his girlfriend suffer any more. He closed his eyes after minutes of arguing against everything they were suggesting. “If we go through with this, I want to be there with her through all the treatments, get plans before the appointments and any prescriptions go through me. I don’t care. I have authority,” he said, and turned around, walking back into the room with Stefani. Grant fought the tears in his eyes and nodded to Cynthia and Joe, before sitting with Stef again. “As much as I don’t want to do this... we’ll have to. I’m going to do what I can to keep you as comfortable as possible. I-I’m so sorry...” 

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Doctor’s Orders || Grant x Stefani

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“I’m honestly surprised you thought I was going to say no after you bought me a milkshake and everything. I mean, come on, this is me we’re talking about — the moment food was involved you pretty much had me.” Stefani admitted with a small laugh. She was too embarrassed to admit that she actually kept that milkshake cup with his prom invitation written on it even after all these years; it was probably somewhere back in her old room at her parents place. Listening to him talk about how she was the only person to believe in him back then made her snicker as she turned her attention back towards him, scrunching her nose. “You’re kidding, right? You were the only person to believe in me back then, too, with everyone else laughing at the fact that I told them that I was going to be a goddamn superstar. You never laughed.” Their conversation ended abruptly as she attempted to listen on what the two doctors were saying. “Is this your husband?” One of them questioned as he motioned towards Grant, Stefani having to hold back nervous laughter as she shook her head, stuttering a quick ‘no’ before the topic was dropped and they were onto more serious of business. “We got your latest scans back…” Stefani had tuned out their words after that, however, immediately after the words ‘chemo’ and ‘aggressive’ were thrown around. She laid there in silence as she waited for them to leave, wanting nothing more than go back to that damn rooftop.

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Grant couldn’t help but laugh. “At the time I thought it was pretty cool. Looking back, it’s pretty cheesy, but I’m glad I did it.” He blinked at her words, thinking back to their teen days. Out of the two of them, Stefani was the more outgoing one, even before that. Grant was in the background, by choice, that is. He liked to be behind the scenes. The sidekick, so to speak. “That’s because I didn’t think like everyone else and I knew you better than anyone else--I know you better than everyone else... And I could see that you wouldn’t take no for an answer. You were going to make it happen no matter what. “I wouldn’t laugh at someone’s dreams, no matter how out of the box they were. Dreams are dreams, no matter how crazy. It just takes the right person to set them on course.” He kept looking at the doctors when they walked in. When they asked if he was Stef’s husband, he could feel his face flush red and looked around, trying to avoid eye contact. Stefani had answered the question for them so he just listened carefully. “Isn’t there an alternative? I’ve been reading--” One of the doctors shook his head. “With the chemo and considerable therapy on a weekly basis, we’ll start out with that and consider other options with improvement. She’ll need a lot of occupational therapy, I’m sure you can cover those bases for us...” the man looked at Grant in a way that made him fume on the inside. He squeezed Stefani’s hand before speaking up again. “May I talk to you privately?” Grant asked, looking the man in the eye.