"I've made a decision and please don't get mad, I want you to hear me out." Harlow says to him as she stood across him while leaning down on the desk. He leaned back in his chair, looking at her not saying a word, then watched her walk around getting between him and the desk, she leaned against the desk to look at him.
Antonio didn't like what he was hearing and leaned his head down in his hand as his elbow rested on the arm of his chair. "What decision is that?" He asked quietly, his heart beating faster, nervous to hear what she had to say.
"I'm not going to go through with anymore treatments, nothing is working anyways." She says as tears start rolling down her cheeks.
Antonio slid his chair closer to her wrapping his arms around her, resting his head against her stomach. She started running her fingers through his hair "I've been thinking hard about this, I really do not want to go through chemotherapy, I have been reading all about it and it doesn't sound like it will be easy to go through. As far as those clinical trials, I don't want to do that either, they are not proven to work and I don't want to be a test to them either." sniffling as she spoke.
"Harlow, listen to what you're saying." He whispered, choking up. "You sound like you are wanting to give up, and not trying to want to live." He says hesitantly, wiping away the tears from his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was hearing and needed to try and change her mind.
She leaned down cupping each side of his face, wanting him to look at her "I know what I am saying, what I am feeling, and I don't like it either.. but this is reality. You do realize that if I were to start chemo, I would lose all of my hair, I'll be more tired than I already am, I'll also be vomiting all the time, and would lose my appetite, it's also a possibility for infections to start. I don't think I could handle all of that."
"You have to try it... for us." He whispered, pulling her tightly against him. "Those girls love you, they need their mother." He begged.
Harlow cupped her hands on the sides of his head and leaned her head down onto his. "I just don't think I could handle it, I don't want the girls to see me go through all of that either, it's a very harsh treatment." She whispered kissing the top of his head.
If his heart wasn't broken enough as it was, it was now more broken than ever. He wanted her to live, he wanted her to try and do whatever it took for her to live, to be with him and their girls. He imagined them growing old together, not this. He never imagined that this would stop all of that from ever happening, and it was killing him inside.
"I really don't want the girls to see me with no hair, I want to enjoy being with them and not lay there watching them play without me, or playing with someone else either." She says trying to catch her breath from crying.
"We can get wigs if that's what you're worried about." He says, holding her tighter than ever.
"Its not just that, I know I could do that too, but it's the other side effects I'm worried about."
He pulled back wrapping an arm around her waist and pulled her down, setting her down on his lap. She turned to face him, cupping his face and leaned in for a kiss. He pulled back to look at her, running his fingers through her hair while looking at every part of her face, sliding her hair away from her face and looked into her eyes. He saw sadness in those eyes of hers, and could feel that she didn't want to do what she decided. All he could do at this point was respect her wishes, even if he didn't agree with them.
"I can't make you do anything, but I wish you would rethink this, you never know it could save your life." He says before pressing his lips against hers, wanting to cry as he kissed her.
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The Unexpected Nanny (EDITED)Romance
When Antonio Russo's wife was dying of cancer, he went to an agency looking to hire a live in nanny for their two children. After many interviews and when the children didn't care for any of the woman that were being interviewed he was about to lose...