Jade spent two more weeks in the hospital before he was discharged and placed on special home care. He had a live-in nurse, and I moved in with him. He wanted to have the baby through natural means. I also wanted to spend every minute with him.

We packed all the years of love we missed into these eighteen months, not wanting to dwell on the inevitable.

It felt like being with him gave him more energy, and we hardly missed a night without copulating; he wanted to enjoy that before his strength failed him.
I realized Jade was very wealthy. He had gifts delivered to me all the time; it was overwhelming.

Gabriel, my parents, and others occasionally showed up to visit. They were no doubt afraid, yet they followed the doctor’s instructions and didn’t show negative emotions in his presence.

I conceived in the third month, and he was ecstatic. “I finally got my childhood dreams fulfilled, Diana. Seeing the turn off things, I wish we had opened up to each other in high school and done this, then we’d have spent all those years together. I am grateful for this opportunity, too,” he finished, kissing my forehead and then my belly.

He started holding my belly and praying every day.

He started working in His study.
We announced the pregnancy at the Fourth month after the first trimester.

He had been diagnosed with Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis (IPF)
Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis is a chronic, progressive lung disease where lung tissue becomes scarred over time for no known reason. It gradually makes it harder to breathe and get enough oxygen. It’s not hereditary, doesn’t affect sexual function in the early to mid stages, and once it progresses to advanced stages, life expectancy is typically 12 to 18 months. There’s no known cure, only treatments that slow it slightly.

It’s heartbreaking to say the least.

Jade noticed it first during his morning jogs: shortness of breath, a deep, dry cough that wouldn’t leave. He thought it was asthma, or maybe exhaustion. But test after test revealed the truth.

I just want to make his last days the best for him.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Thomas had said. “It’s Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. It’s progressive, and we caught it late. A year… maybe a little more, but it will get harder.”

He could still walk. Still talk. Still love. But his lungs were betraying him. No known cause. No cure. And nothing he could do but wait.

Except he could create something lasting. A child. His legacy.”
And that’s what I am helping him achieve.

We had vacations and shared beautiful memories. The lovemaking was crazy, too. I know it’s never going to get over the loss of him, and letting go was going to be hard.

Jade told me sweet things, how he didn’t want any other girl, but had always loved me and wanted just me.

It was the most beautiful memory ever to keep.
We found out we were having twins, a boy and a girl.

He felt fulfilled, he was already feeling tired, and he prayed to last long enough to hold his babies.

He documented notes, videos about himself, and named them our names. He wanted them to have our names. Left a lot of properties and shares, in their names, he wrote songs. I don’t realize he still sang. The words were too much for me.

I’m glad he was able to get all these done. It’s beautiful.

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