There was a little voice at the back of Angel's head telling him that this could be worse. It really could be worse. They might not have found out for weeks, or even months, and been giving a terminal diagnosis when it was all too late. They had time, they had solutions, they had hope. They did the right thing getting Rosie medical attention as soon as they realised none of this was right and she wasn't getting better. In a way, that little voice was helping, but he was still upset and hurting. When he met Rosie, his whole world changed for the better. He had been thinking he had everything he ever wanted, and was content and blessed to have a thriving career doing exactly what he loved. Then when he met her, he realised all along there had been a place inside him just waiting for her. It was like he had loved her before he even met her, and it was why he couldn't look away from her the moment his eyes laid on her. He spoiled her and wined and dined her, but how could he not? He wanted to spend all the time in the world with her, and the sexual chemistry had been sparking. He never looked back, never had a single doubt. Some days, it still felt like a fairy tale that she agreed to marry him, had his baby, and was now his wife.
"She knows," he said quietly. Not because he was ashamed, but because Rose was one of those people who just inherently knew when someone wasn't okay. She had been talking briefly on and off lately about thinking of med school and Angel had encouraged her, told her she would be an amazing doctor if that was what she wanted to do. He would support her all the way. This just seemed like a cruel and awful joke. He wished it was, because then it wouldn't be real. "She always knows when I'm not okay. She knows even before I do. She's worried more about Daisy and me than she is herself, because that's just what she does. She will be worrying about us, and her family, and her friends, all before herself. That's just how Rosie is. She stopped breastfeeding Daisy so she could start the IVF process for the surrogacy because she knew it was what you and Beau wanted. It's just Rosie, and it's why none of this should be happening to her. Anyone but her. Fuck, why isn't it me and not her?"
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"She knows," he said quietly. Not because he was ashamed, but because Rose was one of those people who just inherently knew when someone wasn't okay. She had been talking briefly on and off lately about thinking of med school and Angel had encouraged her, told her she would be an amazing doctor if that was what she wanted to do. He would support her all the way. This just seemed like a cruel and awful joke. He wished it was, because then it wouldn't be real. "She always knows when I'm not okay. She knows even before I do. She's worried more about Daisy and me than she is herself, because that's just what she does. She will be worrying about us, and her family, and her friends, all before herself. That's just how Rosie is. She stopped breastfeeding Daisy so she could start the IVF process for the surrogacy because she knew it was what you and Beau wanted. It's just Rosie, and it's why none of this should be happening to her. Anyone but her. Fuck, why isn't it me and not her?"