Theodore Nott loved his wife and daughter more than he had ever thought was possible.
Long before their daughter was born, he had spent years spoiling his wife in every small way he could. He brought her flowers for no reason at all, remembered every important date, and never came home without asking about her day first. Even after marriage, even after life became busier, Theodore never stopped courting her. He still left little notes where she would find them. Still brought home bouquets that made her laugh. Still looked at her like she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Then their daughter arrived.
A beautiful little girl with bright eyes and an endless smile.
Theodore thought becoming a father would change things.
It did. It only made him love his family more.
His daughter was four years old now, and completely convinced her father could do anything. She followed him around the house, climbed into his lap whenever she wanted attention.
As a child, he had lived with COPD and asthma for as long as he could remember. Breathing had never come easily to him. Over the years, he learned to hide it. To smile through the coughing. To ignore the tightness in his chest.
Lately, though, things had changed.
The exhaustion was worse. The coughing lingered longer. Some mornings he woke up already struggling for air.
Then came the diagnosis.
Lung cancer. Heart failure.
Theodore sat in silence while the doctor explained everything. Treatments. Risks. Prognoses.
All Theodore could think about was his little family waiting for him at home.
That evening, he came through the front door to find his daughter running toward him.
She threw her tiny arms around his legs, laughing happily.
Behind her stood his wife, smiling as she watched.
For a moment, Theodore simply stared at them.
His entire world. His entire reason for living.
He lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder.
And suddenly Theodore felt tears threatening to form.
Because she was so small. So trusting.
So completely unaware that her father had just been told his heart was failing. That there was cancer growing inside his lungs.
Later that night, after his daughter had fallen asleep, Theodore found himself standing in her doorway.
Stuffed animals covered her bed.
She slept peacefully, clutching her favorite toy against her chest.
Theodore stood there for a long time.
Then he glanced down the hallway and saw his wife watching him.
The woman he had spent years loving.
The woman he had planned to grow old beside.
The woman who had given him the greatest gift of his life. Their daughter.
His chest tightened painfully.
Because for the first time, Theodore found himself wondering whether he would get to watch his little girl grow up. Whether he would get to grow old with the woman he still brought flowers to after all these years.
Standing there in the quiet darkness, Theodore realized something that broke his heart.
After a lifetime of fighting to breathe, after years of surviving illness and hardship, he had finally built the life he always dreamed of.
And now, when he had the two people he loved most safely under the same roof, all he wanted was more time with them. Just a little more time.