May POV

I'm scared for today.

Anne invited Harry and I over for brunch. She told Harry we needed to talk and she doesn't want Finn to know yet.

He was obviously confused but agreed to this lunch.

We're currently sitting in his old living room. Des and Anne sit across from us on the opposite couch.

His Mom lets out a deep breath and her brown eyes glance to me. I smile warmly. Des's hand rest on Anne's knee.

"I wanted to have a lunch thing today because I've been keeping something to myself for a while." My hand rests on top of Harry's. His head turns toward me and his eyebrows furrow.

"Are you moving or something?" Harry questions.

"No." Anne smiles weakly. "I uh," she pauses for a few moments. Silence fills the tension filled air. Des encourages Anne to keep going. "I-I have liver uh c-cancer."

I look to Harry who looks confused. "Like you've been currently diagnosed?"

"No." She says softly. "I found out two years ago."

"And it's gone, right?" I bite my lip.

"No, it's not."

"You're doing chemo then?" He asks his Mom.

"I'm not." Her voice travels off.

"Why not?" Harry asks.

"Because it will just make me sicker, Harry. It's not what I want."

"So, are you telling me that you're dying?" He asks bluntly. You can tell he's annoyed by his voice.

"Harry." Des says. Anne puts her hand on her husbands hand, telling him it's okay.

"In those words, yes. I am dying." Harry falls silent. His hand removes from mine making my heart pinch.

"How much time do you have left?" He asks timidly.

"A little over a year." His head shakes.

"And now you tell me?"

"I didn't tell anyone, Harry. Only your father knew. I knew if I told you when I found out you wouldn't respect my decision."

"You should've told me when you're going to actually die then because I still don't." He snaps.

"Harry." I say.

"I'm being honest." He says back to me.

"By the time I found out I had this cancer, it was already too late for chemo to help. My doctor said if anything, it would spread, and I would have less time."

"So, you gave up?"

"No I'm not giving up."Anne says quickly.

"Don't you want to die knowing you tried to fight it?" He asks his Mom.

"I want to die knowing my grandchildren weren't scared of me because I looked sick and bald. I want to die knowing that my life wasn't ended with no good ending. I know and held all of my beautiful grandchildren, and I got to meet the spouses of my children. As far as I'm concerned, this is a far better ending then feeling like I'm slowly dying by chemo." Anne explains in the kindest voice. Harry shakes his head. "I know this isn't easy for you Harry."

"Easy? So first the love of my life dies from brain cancer and didn't try to fight it because that was too late too. And now my Mother is dying from liver cancer. What next? My dog?" I feel my heart drop.

"You know your wife is sitting beside you." Anne says.

"I'm aware."

"And you say love of your life, in front of her?" I sigh.

"Is this the time to lecture me?" He says. "Well, I guess you should before you can't anymore."

"You have a right to be angry, Harry. Don't take it out on May by saying that stuff about Lily in front of her. A person can have many loves in ones life. I thought you learned that by now."

"I have. But, I thought Lily was the love of my life at some point. Hence why I described her with those words. Not to make May feel like shit." Good to know. His eyes look to me. "Did I make you feel like shit?"

"A tad." I murmur.

"I'm sorry then. I did not mean to do it purposely. I was saying it freely." At this point I don't care, he's being a dick because he's in shock and I understand that.

I look to Anne and smile gently. She smiles back warmly.

"Does Gemma know?" He asks.

"Not yet. I wanted to tell you first." Harry nods, then stands.

"Thanks for sharing."

"Harry-" I say.

"I'll meet you in the car." He leaves the living room and my eyes widen.

"I'm sorry Anne." I say automatically.

"Don't be. I wouldn't expect anything else from him honestly." I run my hand through my hair.

I hug both of his parents before leaving and going to the car.

I get in the drivers side and see him just staring off. I don't buckle my seat belt yet. "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask Harry. My voice low and soft.

"Just drive." He says softly.

"Harry-"

"May, please just drive home." He cuts me off. His fingers fidget. I rest my hand on his and move my head to be in front of his.

I see tears start fall down his cheeks making my heart break. I wrap my arms around him tightly. His head presses against my shoulders.

"I-I don't want my Mom to die." He sobs against me.

"I know." I murmur. "You just have to make the time she has left the best." I feel his arms hold me tightly against him.

"She's my best friend." My own tears start to form in my eyes.

I don't know what he's thinking.

They talk on the phone everyday.

When I mean everyday, I mean everyday.

"I'm sorry Harry." I say. My hand runs down his hair. I kiss his neck and let him cry into me. "I love you."

"I love you too." He hiccups. "I-I'm sorry for what I said, I-I didn't mean it like that."

"I know. It's okay." I say softly. He holds me tighter and presses his face against my neck. I bite my lip and feel hot tears roll down my cheeks.

***

I picked up Finn from Adam's house around 2. They had a good time as they always do.

Harry is upstairs and Finn and I are in the living room.

"Is Daddy s-sad?" My son asks.

"Yeah. But he'll be okay." He nods.

"S-should I m-make him a c-card?" Finn asks. I smile warmly.

"I think that would make his day." I lean down and kiss his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too Mommy." He smiles. His dimples go on his cheeks.

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