Description: After the sudden illness cosuming his wife, Tommy, is left being a single father. He finds comfort in an unlikely love, his wife’s doctor.
Warning(s): This story is an interracial story, and as a writer I always focus on REALISTIC activities and what’s transpiring in the world. There will be some racial slurs, there will be some attacks that are racially motivated and so much more. This will contain mature content, as in vulgar language, some hardcore sex scenes (possible), some matters that go undiscussed. If you have any ideas, I won’t knock your feedback.
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Charlie Hunnam x Black Woman!
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Prologue
After years of watching his wife battle her untimely battle with Cancer on and off, Tommy has needed a shoulder to cry on. For years, he found that comfort in an unlikely source. But, sometimes not everyone will agree. Tommy comes from a long line of wealth, his family were high-end mobsters with a certain code. A code he has to uphold.
“Tommy.” His wife calls out holding her hand out for him to hold as he laid by her bedside.
He took her hand in his and smiled softly. “Hi, babe.” He was happy to see that she had finally woken up. She had been sleeping alot after her last chemo session, doctors said the cancer was moving rapidly and they didn’t know how long it would be before she kicked the bucket. Of course they didn’t say that exact terminology but that’s what it was. He got tired of waiting around and watching his wife suffer like this. Deep down, he wanted to take her out himself to spare her this pain, a slow agonizing death.
“I missed you,” She smiles.
He leaned up planting a kiss on her forehead, her lips were becoming chapped again, many days she would never let him see her without her ‘face’ as you call it and here he was, seeing his wife for the first time without caked up make-up. Lily was always little miss perfect, she wanted everything perfect. Together they shared one child, a son, his name is Ricky. He always hated that name but it was what his wife wanted so he never fought it. That’s his thing, he always agreed to whatever with the women in his life, so much so to the point he took her word for it when she said she was okay. It took her passing out, for him to find out the truth. He felt like less of a husband, “I missed you too.” He smiled, planting a kiss on her knuckles.
“God, I hate having you see me like this.”
He glanced up at her, a warm smile leaving his face. “I don’t care about all of that and you know this, all I care about is you.” She smiled softly. “Hey, if I don’t fight this thing, Don’t be afraid to remarry just choose wisely okay? Maybe someone is as good as me?” Her quiet southern accent drawled. He chuckled and pecked her hands a couple times. Sure he and his wife had problems but they had been through the ringer together, there wasn’t another woman in sight who could touch her. He loved her so much. They were high school sweethearts, and continued dating after he took over his inheritance at eighteen. From there, they married and have been together ever since, they were supposed to grow old together so in this sense, it hurt like hell. His only love was dying, and this was one thing he could not control. Their son laid rested on the hospital couch, unsure about what was really going on. He wasn’t prepared to tell him that mama may not be coming home.
Christmas was right around the corner, around this time she would be all jolly and merry. She was a Christmas Junkie. And to see her like this, all down and out crushed his soul.
“Now, you know I could never love another woman.” He smiled at his wife, pulling the scarf that was on her now bald head, most men would’ve left when time got hard, but he wasn’t most men. He was a little rough around the edges but he was different whenever it came to women, he was more understanding, nurturing and loving. Sure, he has a temper tantrum that rolls out sometimes without him trying but he was never abusive. He always walks away if he feels he can't control himself.
She smiled weakly. “Let’s be realistic, Tommy.” She moved her head slightly so he had her undivided attention. “I love you, I don’t want to see you with another woman but, let’s face it. I want you to be happy. And, I don’t want you growing old and alone. I know we promised it would be us but it’s not and no matter how hard you will try,” She coughs. “You will find a love that’s worth fighting for.” There was a knock at the door, He glanced over at his wife before yelling come in. In came one of the second most beautiful women he had laid eyes on, but he was far too focused on his wife to actually see that. “Hi, how are you feeling today, Mrs. Hannam?” His wife smiled. “Just fine and dandy, how are you?”
Little did he know his wife had already picked out the perfect woman for him. And her name was Devanity Roe. Her doctor. Devanity was top at every single thing she’s ever done. Being Latina and Black, she had a lot of obstacles she had to bulldoze through.
That combination alone, a lot of people didn’t care for. She was thirty years old, she had a four year old daughter with her ex-husband who was actually another highly respected doctor on this floor. She had been single and dating for the last two years. Although their divorce has been silent, since it was still pending… She felt ashamed, out of all the things she accomplished. She couldn’t keep her marriage together. Of course she waited til she was at the top of her class and the top surgeon before she even thought twice about going public with her husband.
She made sure the world knew that SHE was the reason for her own damn career. But then again, she never cared what the world thought of her. Because at the end of the day, she wasn’t there to please them.
She was smart and heavily educated. She had all of her doctorate degrees, masters, bachelor and phd. She was not your typical woman either and that’s what Lily liked about her. She was the perfect woman for him, no matter what his family had to say about it. And she was doing whatever to prolong her life. She had Lily’s respect and that was hard to get.
But of course she would never get around the chance to tell her husband about her little choice.
“I am doing good, Mrs. Hunnam,” She smiled at Lily, grabbing her chart, “How are you Mr. Hunnam?” Tommy looked away from his wife and for the first time, he actually saw the beauty his wife would go on and on about. “I’m good, thanks for asking, Could I possibly trouble you for some ice for her lips?” Devanity nods her head. “Of course.” Walking over to her side, she checked her IV and morphine drip. “Are you still in pain, Lily?” Lily was but she was done with all of these pain killers, she just wanted her last few moments to be pure, she didn’t want to sleep away. She wanted memories to take with her. “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” Devanity placed her clipboard to her chest, “Okay well if you are in pain, I need you to let me know. These last few moments are highly crucial and I just want to make you as comfortable as I possibly can.” There was another knock, the door slightly opened revealing Devanity’s husband, pending husband we should say, “Devanity, when you have a sec, I would like for you to be my second on this operation.” Devanity nods at him, turning her attention to her patient. “I will send one of my nurses in with your ice. Just please, let her know if you are feeling uncomfortable.”
Lily nods her head at the stunningly beautiful woman, her mocha toned skin glistened under the hospital lights. Her fro was up in a slick ponytail today and she wore light makeup with a simple toned lipstick with a glossing coat. She was too beautiful for words.
In fact you could say Lily was a little envious of the woman’s unmatched beauty.
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