by Deanna Roy
She looked radiant, her black hair blowing around her face. Gavin was antsy, anxious for her to make it to the front, rocking back and forth on his heels.
Manuel stood in front of me, bouncing up and down with excitement. Finally he couldn’t contain himself, and said, “It’s Corbell!”
Everyone laughed. I laid a hand on his shoulder. He stood up straight again, holding the pillow out.
Gavin’s family was not there. I knew Darion had talked to him about it, but Gavin would not relent. He didn’t even want them to know about it. Corabelle’s parents, who still lived opposite the alley from them, had been sworn to silence.
I glanced at Darion again. Cynthia was standing up so she could see. When she saw me looking, she waved.
Corabelle arrived at the front, and her father passed her hand to Gavin. He leaned in, and I could hear his whispered “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
For a jaded goth girl, I was more choked up than I cared to admit as they spoke their vows. I found myself glancing back at Darion over and over again. When it was time for Manuel to bring the rings, I pushed him forward.
The ocean kept beating against the shore. Not so long ago, Corabelle had walked into it, not intending to come out. Gavin had saved her. And now here they were.
Albert’s assistant had saved him, even if the world still thought he was dead. And Darion had saved his sister.
I had saved myself. I glanced down at my wrists, covered in white elbow gloves. I had purposely chosen a cold climate to live in after I escaped home, where I could wear long sleeves year-round. I had bared my secrets only in the dark.
And now I was here, in sunny California, and soon it would be spring and I wouldn’t be able to hide my past. My scars would be out for everyone to see.
The minister pronounced them man and wife. The small group cheered, and Gavin kissed Corabelle, bending her backwards. Manuelito covered his eyes, making everyone laugh. The photographer snapped the shot.
I glanced up. Above us was a cliff, not the same one I was painting, but this was the same shore, the same landscape, the same world. Albert was right. I was finding my place in it, as an artist and as a healthy person, full of hope. I hadn’t found my style yet, my medium, my voice on canvas.
But I was here. And there was so much to say, to paint, to experience.
I was more than ready to get started.
Epilogue
It was the happiest place on earth on the happiest day of the year.
Cynthia looked up at the massive Christmas tree just inside the gates of Disneyland with something akin to rapture.
I glanced over at Darion. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She had a fuzz of hair now, as blond as a corn husk. Her last treatment was almost two months ago. Otherwise, looking at her, you’d never know that anything had ever been wrong.
“It’s the most beautiful Christmas tree in the world!” Cynthia said. “Take my picture!”
Darion snapped what was probably already the twentieth shot, and we were barely inside the gates. It had been his idea to come to Disneyland on Christmas Day.
Cynthia ran back between us, taking both of our hands. I remembered all the pictures she had drawn of us like this when she was in the hospital, a little family with her at the center.
Until I saw the painting Darion had made of his mother with her long red hair, I didn’t know that the woman in all those images was me. While he and I mucked around and did our best to screw things up, Cynthia had known all along the sort of life we would lead.
“Hold up!” Darion’s father caught up with us, holding a pair of Mickey Mouse ears. “No visit to Disney is complete without one of these.”
Cynthia stood in front of him and let him place the hat on her. She still wasn’t quite certain what to make of this man who looked like her brother and said he was her father. But she was kind and accepting of him.
In the psychology book I was reading to prepare me for my coursework, it said that children understood far more than we gave them credit for. Even though this man was eager to get close to her, Cynthia still knew he was responsible for so much sadness for her mother.
And so, she did not take his hand easily, or show him the affection she had for Darion. But we had all established a truce of sorts, a working relationship. It made me wonder if I shouldn’t call my parents. I never went home for Christmas. Some years I didn’t even take their call.
But maybe sometime today, I’d take a cue from this eight-year-old and talk to them. And actually listen. Not understanding someone was not the same as hating them. And having nothing in common did not mean we could not find some things to say.
We strolled up Main Street, all decked with holly and lights. I had never been to a theme park, and it was magical. Even my jaded goth-girl soul was moved by the music piped through the speakers, the palpable joy of the kids dashing excitedly along the sidewalks, and the holiday spirit.
“It’s the princess castle!” Cynthia said. She let go of our hands to run a little bit ahead.
We followed along as the little mouse ears bobbed, aiming for the archway of the castle.
“I’ll catch up with her,” Gerald said.
Darion took both my hands and spun me in a circle. One of the park photographers approached and snapped a shot of us in front of the castle.
Darion’s gray eyes glittered as we whirled around. The weather was ideal, slightly cool but not cold. We both were wearing light sweaters and jeans. His hands gripped mine solidly, then all of a sudden, he just stopped.
“Time to go find your dad and Cynthia?” I asked.
Darion shook his head. “Not yet.” He pulled a box out of his pocket. “I wanted to give you your Christmas present here.”
Then he got down on one knee.
The crowds walking around us stopped to watch. My hands flew to my cheeks.
He opened the velvet box. “I know you totally intended to ditch me after one night. So, I worked really hard to get you to stay.”
A little girl gasped, making Darion pause to smile.
“I promise to keep doing that, making you want to stay,” he said. “Forever. I love you, Tina Marie Schwartz. Will you marry me?”
The photographer was waiting, his camera raised to his face. The park seemed suspended, everyone close by, holding their souvenirs, their children, the hands of the person they loved.
Time stood completely still. I looked down at Darion, his riot of black hair, those earnest eyes. I guess this is what a normal life looked like. I had never pictured it before. But the canvas was right here, waiting to be painted. It didn’t matter what scene went behind it. Wealth. Poverty. Sickness. Health. What mattered is that you captured the feelings you had.
And right now I knew exactly what I felt, so I said it. “I love you, Dr. Darion Marks. Yes. Yes, I will marry you.”
The light flashed from the camera. People cheered and clapped and resumed their motion, their happy day. Darion stood up and slipped the ring on my finger. I would look at it later. Right now I wanted him to kiss me, here where everyone could see.
And he did, thoroughly and long. I sensed a crowd growing around us, then little arms wrapped around my leg. I looked down. Manuelito.
“Little Man!” I said.
We were surrounded. Gavin. Corabelle. Jenny. Frankie. Everybody, even Nurse Angela. And Gerald and Cynthia. They tossed flower petals at us, hugging and laughing. And I knew the scene I had just pictured had to be expanded. We didn’t need just one person in our lives, but many. To be sheltered didn’t simply mean you got married. But that you weaved a safety net of family and friends. We all needed people in our corner. As many as possible.
I took Darion’s hands. He looked both relieved and happy. I laughed, realizing he thought I might say no.
I kissed his cheek and whispered, “I need another promise,” as our group headed to the base of the castle.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“That we
never give up on duct-tape panties and meetings in Surgical Suite B.”
He picked me up and spun me around one more time. “Now that’s the sort of promise I can definitely keep.”
THE END
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Acknowledgements
Many experts, nurses, EMTs, and hospital personnel were instrumental in helping me understand the world of Dr. Darion. I could not have done this book without them: Khristie Beaird, Lynn Kennedy, Missy Givens-Norris, Karen Greenberg, and Jon Korfmacher.
My beta readers helped me make sure I kept a good balance between the series stories and Tina and Darion: Missy, Jammie, Lindsey, Amy, Maria, and Lisa. Thank you!
Big thanks to author friends Mimi Strong and Julia Kent for all the things you know you do! You get it!
I am grateful to all the mothers who placed their children’s stories on Caring Bridge. You put up the most succinct details of blood tests and treatments. This was so helpful, and I cried many days and nights over the pain and trials your families suffered.
And to all you fans out there – you enable me to live the life I love ~ thank you.
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Dedications to Families Affected by Cancer
♥ Pat Prouty ~ Extraordinary mom, aunt, and classy feisty lady. ♥
♥ Shirley McDonald ~ Very much loved and missed by all. ♥
♥ Barry Peden ~ A classmate and father taken far too soon. ♥
♥ Linda Sue Bade Witt ♥
♥ Grandad Julian Everson ~ 1910 - 1984 Forever Loved ♥
♥ Melba K. ~ Miss you so much. ♥
♥ Carol ~ A Survivor And The Best Stepmum Ever ♥
♥ Bobby Aycock ~ Finally at peace 1/1/06 forever loved always ♥
♥ Ted Lewzey ~ Full of life even in death. ♥
♥ Linda Nemecek ~ Kicked cancers butt! ♥
♥ Helen Stump ~ Deeply missed ♥
♥ Tracy Gordon ~ Deeply missed ♥
♥ Claudia Isenhour ~ Mom, we miss you every single day! We were lucky to have you in our lives. Love You. ♥
♥ Lacy Spears ~ Love you always Pawpaw Lacy ♥
♥ Amber T. My daughter ~ 19 year cancer survivor ♥
♥ Arianna Kellborn ~ Cancer free for 5 years! ♥
♥ Marine Sgt. Joshua Lee Franks ~ Our brother, you are not forgotten. ♥
♥ Patti Varner ~ Three time leukemia survivor ♥
♥ Monica H. ~ Keep up the positive attitude!!!! ♥
♥ Nanny Hollis ~ Forever in my Heart, memories I will cherish. ♥
♥ Aunt Annie ~ Mom & Dad S ♥
♥ My Mom, Jean. ~ She fought cancer for 12 years. ♥
♥ Loretta Jean Dinninger ~ 10/2/1926 - 08/16/2002 ♥
♥ My dad, Chris. ~ Loving daddy. ♥
♥ William Forrest Street ~ Beloved father 10/19/56 - 09/08/13 ♥
♥ James Roy ♥
♥ Mom (Tami) ~ <3 Greg, Lindsey, Jacob, & Lena ♥
♥ Lillam Padin ~ The warrior in you inspires every day the fighter in me. I love you Mami! God bless you always... ♥
♥ Dad -Leonard Wyborn ~ Miss you always xx Kell & Boys ♥
♥ Squiggy - Wayne Wyborn ~ You kicked cancer’s butt. Kell & Boys ♥
♥ Mom (Annie) ~ You will always be remembered. Until we meet again. Love You! ♥
♥ Ida Mae L. J. ~ We still have so much to learn from you. Keep fighting. Love you! ♥
♥ Sandra J ~ I know the sun is always shining wherever you are. You're always in our hearts. Miss you so much mom. ♥
♥ Margaret Pantano ~ To my mom, forever loved, never forgotten. ♥
♥ Ray T. ~ Love and miss you Daddy ♥
♥ Khristie D. Beaird ~ Stage IV Brain cancer. Cancer Free 3 1/2 years and going!! ♥
♥ Raymond Ballard ~ was the greatest brother ever lost to pancreatic cancer ♥
♥ Katherine Williams ( Granny) ~ Cherished, loved, and hero to many ♥
♥ Robert Williams, Sr. ~ Lost, but not forgotten ♥
♥ Willie Moody ~ Those you left will always miss you greatly! ♥
♥ Gina Marie Laycock ~ Forever Loved ♥
♥ John Phillip Field ~ Loved and sadly missed lost the battle 22.1.1998 ♥
♥ Christine Lovely ~ To one of the most beautiful people to have ever graced this planet. Your memory will forever live on. ♥
♥ Josh Primeau ~ I'm so proud of my son. Petscan clear. It's Over. Thank you God ♥
♥ Odete Maia Chelinho Caetano ~ You won mother! Love you! ♥
♥ James Andrews Sr. ~ Miss you daddy. Forever in my heart ♥
♥ Bertie Welck ~ Kicked Cancer's Butt ♥
♥ Jan Bancroft ♥
♥ Vicki Zeikus ~ I've been cancer free for 22 years! ♥
♥ Dreama Poore ~ I PERSONALLY KICKED CANCER'S BUTT - 4/12 years ago (2009) ♥
♥ Patricia Elliott ~ 11/28/03 Gone but not forgotten ♥
♥ Gladys Luna ~ Loving mother and grandmother ♥
♥ Joe ~ My dad died on 19 Aug 2005 of lung cancer, I would give my arms up to have him back ♥
♥ Lucille C ~ fought and won!! ♥
♥ Grandma P. ~ Our bond was short lived but our memories will last forever. Miss & love you forever and always. ♥
♥ Sonia Delaney ~ Forever riding waves and bikes in Heaven ♥
♥ Danielle (Ah-Ah) ~ Survivor/Mommy 9/24/02 Love you! ♥
♥ Sarah Tullai ~ My aunt who beat breast cancer and just finished treatment for another cancer. I love you. ♥
♥ Catherine "Meemaw" Morrill ~ My inspiration, my guiding light, my hero ♥
♥ Charles O. Dennis ~ Mesothelioma may have taken you from the earth but you live on in our hearts. Love you Daddy! ♥
♥ Richard Held ~ Giving cancer its toughest fight until August 2009 ♥
♥ Walter- Big Papa ~ Strong papa ♥
♥ Larry Watson ~ Dad, I miss you. ♥
♥ Vena Ward ~ 2 Time Survivor, MawMaw, Inspiration 2 All ♥
♥ Barbara K ♥
♥ Susan Marr ♥
♥ Hayden Browne ♥
♥ Susan R. ~ Kidney Cancer Survivor ♥
♥ Wanda E. Garcia ~ 9/15/2009 lost to cancer, Miss Dearly ♥
♥ CWV ~ 7/27/2013 You are missed. ♥
♥ Aunt Nancy ~ 7-Jun-99 ♥
♥ Uncle Allen ♥
♥ Grandma O. ~ Wish I could have known you! ♥
♥ George W. ~ You're my hero, buddy! ♥
♥ Alice ~ Kicked the big C with grace! Love u! ♥
♥ Anna Siringo ~ "Believe" ♥
♥ Sara Lynne Hinds Suffridge ~ 12/12/03 I miss your smile mom! ♥
♥ Kristi VH ~ I'm glad that she made it. She was only 10 years old when she got cancer. She's so strong. Love her. ♥
♥ Eleanor Cataffo ~ She didn't make it. I was sad to see her go. She was my grandma and had throat cancer. ♥
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p; ♥ Wanda Mayberry-Thick ♥
♥ Sierra McBride ♥
♥ John Mayberry ~ Beloved Granddad and Great-Granddad ♥
♥ Ann Sefcovic ~ LYAYMLILFY ♥
♥ Lottie M ~ My grandma was a very strong woman who died from ovarian cancer at 75. She fought for a long time. I was glad that she was my grandma. ♥
♥ Karen Wickes ~ You're my inspiration! GIBTAT! ♥
♥ Joy O'Donnell ~ Your a Survivor! ♥
♥ William Leslie Fox ♥
♥ Anthony Sefcovic ~ Miss You Poppy! ♥
♥ John W. McKay SR. ~ Beloved Father and Grandfather, sadly missed by all. ♥
♥ Grammy Dea ~ I love and miss you so much. <3 ♥
♥ Sherie Ann Holgate ~ We love and miss you!! ♥
♥ Maria DeBartolo ~ I miss you mom everyday. ♥
♥ Dorothy ~ Love & miss you my other mother ♥
♥ John (Fritz) Staib ~ Dad, you died too soon. I can't believe you've been gone since 3/1/81. Love Doll ♥
♥ Denise ~ My sister and BFF, miss you ♥
♥ Barb WZ ~ Miss you my fav cousin. ♥
♥ Uncle Jake ~ Miss your smiling face. ♥
♥ John W. McKay SR. ~ Beloved Father and Grandfather, sadly missed by all. ♥
♥ Uncle Don B ~ Miss you and your faith in us all. ♥
♥ Mom ~ You are strong and you are woman, live strong. ♥
♥ JC Quintana-Trujillo 1/19/85-6/11/09 Colon Cancer. Your family and friends miss you J! ♥
♥ My Dad Sonny Price ~ He died aged 46 in 1976 when I was only 6yrs old. And I think of him every day and wonder "what if". ♥
♥ Ellen G. Chalfant ~ 4/10/1941 - 6/2/2011 All my love forever. ♥