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asher is glad she can’t see his face when she tells him the news - mostly because it’s heavy news, and he needs to be the strong one in their relationship right now for her and their babies. though he knows how serious a diagnosis like that can be, and seeing how the older heart brother looked recently, he could assume he’d been dealing with it a while. after he’d composed himself he leans back to look at her, taking hold of her hand and leading her over to the couch so she could sit and he leans down in front of her. “ breathe, bub.” he could tell she wasn’t, so he squeezes her hands softly to try and calm her down or get her to focus on him. “ they will be okay, our babies.. they have a strong mom.” he brings one hand from hers to hold against the bump, thumb brushing over it as he did often to try and feel a kick. “ what did he tell you?”
she obliges, trailing not too far behind as he guides her to the couch. and she’s blinking in confusion at his words before she realizes that, in fact, she had not breathed. and she’s inhaling a shaky breath, light gaze falling to her bump before settling on her boyfriend’s hazel optics. the blonde shakes her head slowly. ❝ i don’t feel strong... i can’t believe i didn’t realize somethin’ was wrong with my own brother. if i can’t be a good sister how am i goin’ to be a good mom ?? i... ❞ she’s grateful for him if not anything else. he’d been there through so many of her panic attacks he deserved a phd in the study of althea. she’s overwhelmed if not flat out scared. guilty, even. but mostly, scared. her attention falters at the instinctive kick against the warm spot his hand provided on her bump. and she’s crinkling her nose, half-hearted smile finding her lips. she’d never get used to that feeling. ❝ he said it was a tumor ?? got it, uh, removed but it spread and now he’s... he’s gettin’ chemo. ❞












