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Marie handed Ajax her small jacket, which she stepped back from Scott slightly to shrug it on. "Oh! Who are the balloons from?" Ajax pointed at a cluster of them by the couch.
"All of us." cal smiled.

"Can I ride with him mom and dad?" Ajax asked, zipping her coat up. She looked at her parents hopefully as she sat on her bed and slipped her converse on.
"I don't see why not. If you want you can for the rest of the afternoon, but that is all." Cal said. "No sleepovers until Ajax is feeling better:"

Ajax frowned also at that, but she understood why. Her parents needed to keep an eye on her for a few days. "Alright." Ajax sighed, then looked over as a nurse pushed in a wheelchair. Ajax raised her arms for Scott, giggling.

Ajax settled in the chair as Marie rested a blanket over her lap before stepping away and gathering the balloons and flowers. Ajax gasped when he whispered that, but then giggled. "Don't you dare!" She laughed.

"Scott:" she laughed, shaking her lightly. "I don't want you jerking my head around after last night." She said.
"You're all good to go." The doctor came in. "If anything changes, come straight here."
"Of course doctor." Cal nodded.



"We'll see you at home okay?" Marie kissed her head.
"Bring her straight there Scott." cal said sternly.

"Sure thing. I'll watch her." Marie said.
"I'll also go get my car:" he laughed and walked in into the parking lot.

Ajax waited patiently, relieved that she was able to leave the hospital. Once Scott pulled up and came up to her, she nodded and slowly stood up on her own two feet.
"I'll go take this back inside. I'll see you soon." Marie kissed Ajax's cheek and pushed the wheel chair into the hospital.

Ajax buckled up, briefly remembering their brief car accident a few weeks ago. The bruises were just disappearing now. She placed her hand over his that was on her knee and sighed softly. "I was in the hospital for a week once," she said. "When I was nine. That was probably the hardest week of my life because there wasn't a moment where I was well enough to sit up on my own." She murmured.

Ajax smiled widely, visualizing a tiny Scott taking care of her in the hospital. It made her melt inside, more so because she believed him when he said that. "I know." She said, lifting his hand off her knee and squeezing it lightly. "Oh, and for the surgery, they will have to shave half my hair off." She sighed deeply.

"Well," she started. "The tumour is about here." She touched the side of her head, above her ear and slightly toward her temple. "So I suspect they will shave just the side." She said. "Like those punk rocker chicks." She laughed lightly.




She blushed and shook her head amusingly. "Oh stop" She laughed, then nodded her head towards the kitchen. "Pas the kitchen first door on the right." She told him.














((So the surgery would get pushed back to I'm assuming? Or the surgery happens and they just push the chemo?))

Ajax shook her head. "It doesn't matter where he lives. He's the kind of guy that will go after someone, no matter how far away they live. I can see it in his face. And if you quit the pack alongside me, he'll never leans you alone about it." She said.

Ajax frowned, listening. She didn't want him to leave the pack just because of her. And she didn't want to leave either. Maybe she could not leave, but tell Langston about her health anyways so maybe she wouldn't have to go to every meeting. When he said that last think, Ajax pouted cutely and and huddled against him. "I know baby." She whispered, sighing softly. "I wish there was something I could have done about that."

"Yeah, look at us." She smirked. "All sappy and stuck in the honeymoon phase." She laughed and kissed his cheek, then his other one. "I'll think about leaving a little more okay? And your idea." She pecked the tip of his nose.

Ajax nodded. "I know. I just thought it'd tell you what was on my mind." She said, then turned around on his lap again so she we facing the screen."I think I'll discuss it with my dad first though." She added once she was settled .

"Well I was thinking about it on our way here." She said. "So I guess I'm still in the deciding phase. I just wanted to run it by you." She said. "Either way, I want to tell Langston about my health, and...and I think I should do it alone." She bit her lip.

Ajax nodded, gently playing with his fingers on his left hand. "I know. But I feel like he'll better understand if I do it alone. And he shouldn't attack me. I'm sick. And if that makes him mad well then he can just kick me out of the damn pack himself. And if he lays a paw on me, my father will make sure he'll never lead again." She said darkly, sighing deeply.

Ajax smiled and then giggled when he kissed her neck and nuzzled it. "And I adore you." She murmured, leaning her head to the side for him, exposing her neck.

Ajax bit her lip and sat up and took her time turning around onto his lap, straddling him again. Before she kissed him, she stared lovingly into his eyes and played with the hairs on the back of his neck. She then smiled and closed her eyes, leaning in for a soft but intimate kiss.


Ajax's heart picked up speed. If she would have still been hooked up to her heart monitor, it would have been beeping like crazy. When the kiss broke, she smiled shyly, her gaze hooded and her lashes fanning across the top of her cheeks. He slid her hands down his his chest, then sighed softly with content.

Ajax returned the tiny, feathery kiss then giggled cutely. She snuggled up against his chest like a toddler would against its parent, closing her eyes. She didn't care about the movie either, and she was honestly still tired from last night. But she didn't want to sleep just yet. She wanted to remember laying in his arms like this. Forever.

Ajax swore she dozed off for a minute or two, but his voice brought her back. She blinked her eyes open and furrowed her brows. Leonard must have said something to Scott about her dad. "A lot of things." She murmured, then sighed. "it was my abusive grandfather. He wanted my dad to be the leader of every pack he was apart of, even if that included killing. That's why when we told me about Langston that night he wasn't happy. He knows all about it. So he got in a lot of fights with other wolves until he stood as the winner. But if he didn't, his father would give him a good whipping for disappointing him." She shuddered.


Ajax smiled. She knew the story off by heart.
"They met during my mother's first year of college. He was a spokes person during an assembly presentation and he caught sight of her in the crowd and could nice forget those eyes." She said, which she inherited those very same eyes. "So he found her afterwards and they really hit it off. They dated for about two years and had me at age 22 before they married." She said,

Ajax smiled, nodding. "When I was old enough to properly draw, and my father noticed I was good at it, he told me that: 'instead of hanging your drawings on the fridge like most parents do, I want to put them on my back. I want to cover my sad past with my happy future.'" She said, a wide smile on her face. "So whenever I drew something he liked, he got a tattoo of it."
Ajax came out of the bathroom a few minutes later with Roots track pants on and a fitted black-neck t shirt. Her hair was out, cascading in small waves down her back.