Fix You by Mari Carr Read Free Book Online

how she felt about him as well?
    “I’ve missed you,” she said. “So much.”
    “Then it’s settled. I’m home.”
    She glanced down at his cock. Damn thing was rock hard again. So erect no one would know he’d come less than an hour ago.
    “And what about him?” she asked, mischievously.
    Rob shifted them until he covered her once more. He reached down to touch her, pleased when he found her pussy wet. Pressing his cock inside her, he kissed her.
    “He’s home too.”

Chapter Three
    Zoey stared at the menu, her eyes unable to process the words printed there. Her brain was filled with too many other words. Words like lumpectomy, stage two, T2, chemotherapy. And other words she couldn’t even pronounce. A long stream of strange syllables that made up the names of drugs that would supposedly kill her cancer and save her life.
    Robbie had been true to his word. He’d called the band and bailed out of the last three concert dates to stay home. They’d been together for a week. Together together. He’d spent every night since his return in her bed, filling the hours with amazing sex, laughter and—most surprising of all—deep, peaceful sleep. He made her forget about all the bad shit going on inside her body and for that alone, she would love him forever.
    They hadn’t discussed the nature of their new relationship in any detail, but Zoey didn’t care. She needed him and he was there. Whenever she tried to think about things on a deeper level, anxiety took over. As long as she kept things light and easy, took everything one day at a time, she could deal.
    At least, she had until today. Robbie had gone with her to the oncologist this afternoon. They’d spent days beforehand reading anything and everything they could about breast cancer, composing an obnoxiously long list of questions for the poor doctor. For over three hours, they discussed her options with the specialist, listening as he explained exactly what she had and what she was facing. She’d been poked and stuck by so many needles she felt like a human pincushion.
    She’d tried to take in all the information, but her mind kept hanging up on key words and phrases. Tumor. Surgery. Four months of chemo. Bi-weekly treatments. An eighty percent chance of surviving the next five years. Robbie had released a huge sigh of relief when the doctor shared that bit of information. She’d forced herself to smile, while wondering about the twenty percent. Had those women been grateful to hear the odds too, not knowing at the time they stood on the wrong side of the statistic?
    Her lumpectomy was scheduled for next week. Mercifully, her friends had found a way to make the looming surgery less frightening. When she told the “wine girls”, as Robbie called them, about her breast cancer, they’d found a way to make her laugh, and then surrounded her with more love and support than a single person could hold. They’d promised to throw a going away party for her tumor at this Thursday’s happy hour. Josie texted her this morning to say she’d composed a poem for the event entitled Good Riddance: Fuck You Cancer . Zoey was looking forward to hearing it.
    “Decided what you want to eat yet?”
    Zoey glanced up at Robbie’s question and realized the waiter was there. She shook her head. “Sorry, can I have another minute?”
    “No problem. I’ll come back.” The waiter turned to take the orders of patrons at a neighboring table.
    Robbie gave her an understanding smile. “You ready for tomorrow?”
    She took a deep breath and nodded. Her parents were arriving. She’d called them a few days earlier to break her news. After consoling her mother and patiently answering her father’s seven thousand questions, she’d agreed they could visit for a little while, but then she insisted that they go back to Florida. While she loved her parents more than anything, dealing with what she was facing was going to be hard enough without their constant coddling. Her mother