>>5979202You wake. You hardly got any sleep last night; your mind was too busy thinking about what to do to prepare for a potential cancer diagnosis. You hope that it's really nothing, but you know better.
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YOU HAVE TWO (2) DAYS UNTIL THE DIAGNOSIS.
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The first thing you do is eat breakfast with your family. You suppose it's cliche, but knowing that you may only have a little time left, these little moments mean far more to you now than they have before. Walt Jr. seems oblivious of the tension in the room, which is good.
"Hey, n-no more veggie bacon." You and Skyler both turn to look at him. He looks up at Skyler. "Not watching our cholesterol anymore, mom?" Now it's your turn to look at Skyler. She doesn't show it, but you can tell she's on the verge of breaking into tears. She gives Junior a smile.
"I got tired of you both moaning and groaning about the bacon." She looks at you and then holds her tummy. "Ooh, ow. One minute." She hurries off to the master bedroom.
"Need any help, Sky—" you start to call after her, but she interrupts you from inside the bathroom.
"No, honey, it's alright. Go ahead and drive Junior to school after you guys finish eating. I'll be here for a bit."
"Alright, take it easy in there." You look to Junior, who looks worriedly at the corridor. "She'll be fine. Happened a lot when you were in there, you know." This causes Junior to grimace; the idea of being a fetus isn't one that pairs well with breakfast it seems. You both eventually finish eating, and you drop Junior off at school.
"You're not coming, dad?" You shake your head.
"No, son. Taking a few days off for the coughing. It's gotten worse lately." You smile at him. "You want me to pick you back up or is that friend of yours getting you?"
"Yeah, Louis."
"Sounds good. Tell him to come by the house once in a while, hang out a bit." Junior seems hesitant.
"Uh, sure dad. Bye." He heads inside. You head back home.
Upon opening the door, you hear sobbing coming from the bathroom. You hurry there to see Skyler crying by the sink.
"Honey, are you alright? Is this because of the baby?" She shakes her head.
"Nothing was wrong with my stomach, Walt. I just needed to get away so I wouldn't cry in front of Junior." She sniffles, and you hold her. "God," she chokes out. "Thank you, honey." She kisses your cheek and wipes her face.
