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As the meeting ended and you walked outside of the Hospital with Clay, you turned to him and saw his zoned-out blue eyes. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" You ask as she looks at you with a small but meaningful smile, opening the limo's door and closing it behind you. "It's difficult to believe isn't it? That after this transplant is over, we can be together." He says with a playful smile, but you saw this meant everything to him as he got into the car with you. "It is." You reply, looking at him with tenderness. He smiles and puts his arm around you, pulling you closer. "I love you, Y\N." He whispers sweetly in your ear as you rested your head on his shoulder and his head atop yours. "I love you too, Clay."
By nightfall, you could see Clay was tired, having a heated dispute with his mother over his phone on why he proposed to you and kept it a secret from her. You stood in the bathroom and listened, while you were getting dressed for bed. "Mom, please. It's already been decided, if you could be happy for me, that would be appreciated." He rolled his eyes but kept his tone calm and collected. You hummed very slightly, brushing your hair with care and slow movements, making sure you can hear if anything specifically directed at you. "Bye, Mom." You heard Clay say, hearing the underlying annoyance in his voice as he closed his phone and it clicked.
"Are you ready yet, sweetie?" You ask sweetly, walking out of the bathroom, eyes soft and caring as you look at his state: Stressed, tired and upset. Not a good combination. "Come here." He says, voice needy. You walk over to him and place a reassuring hand on his hair, stroking it with attentiveness. He lets out a low groan and pulls you more onto him, now you are placed in his lap as he slithers his arms around your waist and buries his face in your shoulder. "Clay... let's sleep, yeah?" You look at him, knowing he was tired. He nods and you get off his lap and climb into bed, leaning over to turn off his bedside lamp and yours as well. Once he leaned back, his arms immediately found your waist and pulled you closer, as he breathed in your scent with delight and it eased all of his annoyance and worries. "I love you." He whispers into your chest. "I love you too." You coo in response.
The next day, you both slept in each others arms until you decided it was time to get up. Seeing as though Clay has his surgery today, you wanted to take it easy, the thought of making him breakfast crept into your mind, only to be thrown out at the reminding thought of him not being able to eat anything. You huff slightly, wriggling out of his sleepy grasp and slipping out of the room. You grab some clothes from the dryer and put those on, not wanting to disturb Clay with your noisy footsteps. You tie the laces of your sneakers, grab your purse and open the door to the house carefully, leaving. You walked around the block, thinking of what to do. You had a great idea: Get Clay a present. A thoughtful gesture. Walking into the nearest store you could find, you were immediately hit with what you knew to be something of Clay's interest: books. Smiling, you enter the shop and look around, your eyes following and darting to random books. You pick up whatever you thought Clay would like, poetry, english literature, whatever.
Sneaking back into the house, you glance around to see if Clay might be in the kitchen, or living room. Nope, it seems he is still in bed. You check your phone to see the time, 12:36, you place your phone back in your pocket and tip-toe up the stairs with the bag of books. "Hey." You nearly jump as you see Clay's eyes opened as you enter the room. "Hey!" You reply, cheerfully hiding your momentarily frighted state. "Where'd you go?" He asks, his hands behind his head and legs crossed on the bed, TV on. "Downtown." You smile, and he catches a glimpse of the bag. "What's that?" He raises an eyebrow. "For you." You chuckle, handing it to him. He takes it and looks inside, his eyes lighting up. "Thoughtful as always." He smirks. You giggle slightly and place a kiss on his forehead. "They made me think of you." You sit by him on the bed and watch as he takes out a book at a time, his fingers skimming over the front. "You really do know me." He lets out a low chuckle as he opens a book and his eyes dart down to see the writing. "Thanks, love."
A few hours later, you had to remind Clay of his transplant, his face buried in the books buried in the books you bought him. "Come on, silly. You got your surgery, you know?" You see his mouth form the shape of an "oh" as he remembered. You chuckled and went back to getting ready. He hummed a bit as he put both his dress shirt and pants on, followed by his belt, suit jacket and tie. "Ready, beautiful?" He asks about twelve minutes later. "Yes." You reply, scurrying downstairs to the door, he chuckles and opens the door for you. The afternoon sky was a cloudless blue, which gave you a boosted air of confidence as you both enter the car and start for the Hospital.
Walking inside, you instantly see the smiles and stares from the Hospital patients and staff. You always felt a sense of happiness from the way everyone reacted to Clay's presence. "Ah! The man of the hour!" Dr. Puttnam greets Clay, extending his hand and a wide grin. "Doctor." Clay smiles back, shaking his hand. "A bit early, aren't you?" Jack chuckles, and goes to give Clay a handshake as well. "Well, couldn't sleep it off, could I?" Clay jokes. "The lovely Y\N." Dr. Puttnam smiles warmly at you and extends his hand for you, to which you take with pleasure. "Hello." You say sweetly, smiling happily at the staff. "Penny should be here soon, you know her..." Dr. Puttnam informs the two of you, Clay smirks and you nod slightly. Just then, a nurse clumsily walks down the hall, bumping into people slightly, as her eyes were set on her papers. "Speak of the devil!" Dr. Puttname laughs. Penny's papers fly everywhere and Caly bends down to pick them up. "I see you are still the same." Clayton chuckles, handing the doctor her papers. "Ha, ha. Very funny." Penny rolls her eyes sarcastically. "Penny, this is Clay's soon-to-be wife, Y\N." Jack says, gesturing towards you.
"Hi." You say, extending your hand. "Penny Carver." She smiles at you, shaking your hand. "You ready, Clay?" Jack asks him and Clay smirks. "Yep." Jack nods and gestures for Dr. Puttnam to get the chair. "The estimated time for the transplant to be done is about one- two hours." Penny informs you both. You nod happily. "I'm glad." As Dr. Puttnam comes down the hall with the chair needed to transport Clay to the surgical room. "Here we go." Jack smiles. A few minutes later and Jack is ushering Clay into the room, only to stop to give you both a few minutes. "Hey." You smile at him. "Hey." He smirks. "I love you." You tell him and he reaches his hand up and touches your cheek. "I love you too." You lean into the touch and down to kiss him. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?" You kiss his hand. "Okay." Then, Jack comes back, tells you to sit in the waiting room and that they will make sure to make this as fast as they can. "See you later, wife!" Clay calls from down the hall. "Say that again." You giggle. "Wife!" He says with a hint of a chuckle in his tone.
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A\N: This took forever! But here it is, part two. I will post part three sometime tomorrow.