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   Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-nine

The Best Friend's Contract By athrhteera Characters: 18881

Updated: 2019-01-28 12:04


Kenna

Two weeks after. . .

DECEMBER, 25TH.

''Coming!'' I shout as I make my way towards the front door, unlocking it after glancing up at the screen to see a delivery man standing with a piece of paper and a small box in his hands. My eyebrows furrow at the sight of it but I look up to see him smiling at me, gesturing for me to take the box away from his hold and sign the paper.

''I didn't order anything, '' I frown.

He gazes down at the paper, ''Are you Kenna Anne Ashton?''

''Yes. . . but—''

He cuts me off, ''You didn't order anything but your husband did. This one's for you, '' He gives me the small box which causes me to examine it. ''Please sign here and you can open the box as soon as I leave. Oh! This one's also for you, '' The edge of his lips curve up into a smile as he hands me an envelope with a small heart drawn in the middle with nothing else written.

With my free hand, I grab onto the pen before signing the paper.

''Merry Christmas, '' He smiles as he walks away, heading towards his van before driving down the road while I remain frozen at my spot—continuing to eye the small box.

As the cold breeze blows onto my face, I immediately close the door as I slowly unwrap the box and open it, revealing an unfamiliar car key; leaving me to blink a few times. Just like that, I begin to open the envelope to find a letter inside which causes me to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear before reading the letter written by Aidan, himself:

Kenna, I suck at writing letters and you know that better than anyone but I went a little bit overboard and searched the internet on 'How to Impress Your Wife'. Apparently, some 'experts' told me that they managed to impress their wives by writing letters because they find it romantic. Do you find it romantic? Haha, let me know.

So, I'm sure you're reading this with a smile on your beautiful face and you're wondering 'how the hell did I end up with someone so perfect?' because let's face it. . . I'm pretty perfect. LOL. Anyways, before we get sidetrack by talking more about me, I want you to know that I am in love with you and always will love you for the rest of my life. I've never been in love and being in love with you has made me the happiest man on earth.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my one and only. And of course, another year, another Christmas spent with you and this year, it's going to be slightly different but I'm always going to be there with you through every Christmas that we spend (that's never going to change) for as long as we both live.

So, Merry Christmas to my one and only love! I'm probably exaggerating with the exclamation mark but don't mind me, yeah? Open your present, sweetheart and take that baby for a ride.

All yours forever and ever, Aidan

Tears have been streaming down my cheeks when I started reading the letter but for some unknown reason, a smile managed to also creep up on my face before immediately pulling the front door open—eyes wandering around to find something new or unfamiliar and just like that, my eyes ended up on a brand new?Porsche.

My trembling hands move up before pressing onto the button on the car key, causing the car to beep a couple of times.

--

Both of my eyes are focusing onto him as his chest moves up and down with the help of the machine before I start to grab onto his hand, disappointed at the fact that his hand isn't as warm as they always have been but slightly colder. ''Hey. . . it's me, '' I mutter.

''I'm doing great. . . not, thanks for asking. What about you? Are things so much better there than here? I hope not because I want you to know what the hell you're missing by being away for two weeks, now.'' I end up chuckling as I play with the tip of his fingers, ''So, you bought me a car? You even gave me a letter, ''

Just like that, my eyes begin to water as the tears fall down onto my cheeks.

''You hate writing letters, Aidan. You hate being romantic like we're in the ninetieth-century but you did just that and you were right.'' I wipe the tears away, trying to control my breathing. ''I was smiling like a fool reading that letter and I wondered 'how the hell did I end up with someone so perfect' because I'm admitting that you're pretty perfect. You're too perfect, ''

''You were also right that this Christmas is different because you're not actually here. You're here but at the same time, you're not. . . how can I live with that? How can I not be with you when we've always been together for the past twenty years? It has been two weeks and I swear to god, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. I'm?fucking?miserable, '' I continue to speak.

I grip harder onto his hand, somehow expecting him to grip back and open his beautiful brown eyes but they remain closed without even showing any movements. ''I want you to open your eyes and turn to look at me like you always do. I want you to place your head on my shoulder when we're watching movies and end up falling asleep in each other's arms instead of seeing you like this, eyes closed. . . frozen.'' I mutter.

''I got you something, '' I reach down onto my handbag for the brand new wrist watch that I bought for him a few weeks ago. ''It's not just a regular wrist watch because it has a meaning behind it. When you wake up. . . you'll wear this and you will always think of me and all the time that we have the world to be together. You glance down at your watch and you'll remember me, literally.'' I smile at the sight of my name being crafted on the leather band.

Just like that, I lean forward to kiss him on the forehead,

around.

It looked real. Like. . . we got married because of love.

My heart skips a beat at the pictures before realising how he was always looking at me in most of the pictures without me even realising. Both of his eyes were focusing onto me when I was talking or laughing and whenever we were talking, it seemed like he was fully content. As if he was truly happy. As if it was not being forced or faked.

My fingers drag onto one of the videos before clicking the video of us dancing slowly to?Till the End?by?Jessie Ware, causing me to chuckle at how close we were.

''You didn't tell me you kept it all in a folder in your laptop, '' I mutter under my breath as I lean back on my seat again, not quite believing. Then, I click back to find another unfamiliar folder which was slightly hidden but I drag it to the middle, seeing the folder being named as 'Love', causing me to click it.

My eyes widen at the sight of our pictures together for the past years, letting me chuckle at how stupid we looked but we were together for so long that these pictures of us are somewhat surreal. From when we were kids to when we were teenagers, everything is kept in this exact folder, letting me feel my heart beating rather fast than usual.

Speechless. Out of words.

I grab onto his hand as I smile down at his laptop.

--

MARCH, 13TH.

''Hi, Kenna.'' Lucas says, which causes me to turn towards him before seeing him nearing me. Both of his green eyes are looking directly at me, leaving me to smile back at him. ''You're working again, today?'' He asks.

''Yes. Someone has got to pay the bills, '' I joke.

We both continue to laugh, ''What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be taking care of pregnant women and also women in labour?'' I ask, raising an eyebrow as I place one of my patient's folder on the desk for the nurses to go through.

''I just want to see how you're doing with the current situation. I want to know if you're okay, '' He replies and it doesn't take me long to know what he's talking about. Maybe, it's because people at the hospital are always talking about it or it just seems to be on the news all the time about Aidan's situation but I'm actually getting tired of it.

''You look at me and you tell me how I'm doing, ''

He breathes out, sighing deeply before looking away. ''I'm sorry, Kenna. I don't know how to talk to you lately—you've been in the?ICU?with him almost everyday and you don't smile when you walk down the hallway. You don't even each lunch anymore, you just. . . you just—I don't even know if you're eating well, '' He continues to speak.

''How do you expect me to be, Lucas? My husband's in a coma, for god's sake. Do you expect me to walk down the hall with a smile plastered on my face every single time and eat lunch happily when I'm worried sick about someone I love. Don't you get that? And for?fuck's sake, I'm tired of hearing them talking and talking about the same crap everyday. I get it that you're worried and I appreciate your concern but that's it. . . I don't need to be asked if I'm okay, every single day.'' I reply with a shrug before walking down the hall, sighing.

''Kenna! Kenna!'' I groan at the sound of someone calling out my name.

I turn around to find Flynn as he fixes his glasses, ''It's Aidan.''

Just like that, I immediately run down the hallway with Flynn trailing closely behind me as my heart continues to beat fast—worried and mostly scared of what's happening. I know I should be asking Flynn on whether this is a serious issue worth worrying or something but my legs won't stop me, they keep on running straight towards the intensive care unit, straight towards?Aidan.

Within seconds, I'm already standing in his room and it isn't just me.

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