Blinding Trust (Mitchell Family, #7)(72)

It was a shame. So many lives were lost every day to some form of cancer. I had to be glad that mine was detected so early. It had been removed and we were taking all of the precautions to make sure it didn’t show it’s ugly face ever again.

It took another month after my radiation was over before my doctor would agree to do the mastectomy and reconstruction. They were very kind about the whole process. After measuring the cup size of my real breasts, the doctor told me he would do his best to make my new ones look as natural as possible. For some reason, by the time I got to this step in the process, I was more optimistic, instead of afraid. Sure, there was always going to be a chance that I developed some form of cancer again, but with routines checks and a healthy diet, it was possible to beat the odds.

I had so much to be thankful for in my life and I’d learned to appreciate the little things, because sometimes, they are what matter the most.

I’ll never forget the day of my surgery. After the family was sure I was cancer free, Ty had a field day with me getting implants. Even Colt started to joke about it.

They called me Sagfree, whenever they were together. As much as I loved that they were getting along, I didn’t appreciate Colt getting on the Ty bandwagon.

Colt drove me to the hospital with a smile on his face. I remember turning and giving him a dirty look. “What are you so happy about?”

He grabbed my hand and kissed it, like he always did. “Well, my wife doesn’t have cancer. My kids are healthy and my business is growin’. I’d say that’s enough to smile about.”

“Colt we’re driving to have my breasts removed. I hardly think it’s a smile kind of day.”

“You do realize that your breasts are going to look like they did when we first got together. Forgive me for bein’ an ass, but I’m a little excited about that. I can still picture seeing you naked for the first time. It gets me all kind of crazy.”

I could feel myself blushing. “I love how you can be so serious and mature one second and then a normal thinking guy the next.”

“What can I say, I’m pretty darn irresistible.”

I laughed and nudged his side. “You’re lucky you’re so damn sexy and you’ve given me three beautiful children that look just like you. Otherwise, I may have had to slap you around from time to time.”

He put his arm around me. “Darlin’ you can slap me around whenever you want. I know you like it rough.”

“That’s our secret!”

“Fine by me.”



Since the procedure was more extensive, I had to wait in the pre-surgical unit longer than the last time. Colt stood beside my bed the whole time. He played with my hands or leaned over to kiss me a bunch of times.

I wouldn’t say that this all changed him, but it did make him more in tune with us. Instead of focusing on the ranch and coming home all tired, he spent more time at home. The kids loved him being around and they understood that their dad had obligations. If something happened where he needed to run out, we could always count on him getting back as quickly as possible.

I wasn’t nervous until the doctor came in and said they were ready. I started crying for some reason, while Colt held my hand.

The doctor patted me on the arm. “Savanna, this is the easy part.”

“It’s going to hurt.” I’d had enough people tell me that after an implant it was excruciating.

“I will give you something to manage the pain and after a couple weeks you’ll be back to your normal self. The good part is that you’re not going to be sick. The worst is over.” He was reassuring, even if I was being skeptical.

“Darlin’, I’ll be right here when you get done.”

Unlike the last time, when I was put under, during my surgery, I had the most vivid dream. I dreamed that Christian was getting married. She was so grown up and beautiful. Addy was in college. She wanted to be a vet. Noah, who looked identical to his father, worked along side him running the ranch. The wedding was taking place at the barn where her father and I had married. She’d decorated it the same way and even rode in on a horse. It was breathtaking.

Our family had grown, and everyone was older, but yet they were all still around.

When I woke up, I almost wanted to ask to go back to sleep. I wanted to see my babies all grown up again.

Colt was sitting in chair, playing on his phone.

“Hey, you.”

He got up and came over to the bed. “Hey. How are you feelin’?”

“I’m not in any pain.” He kissed me softly on the head. “I had the best dream. The kids were older. Christian was getting married.”

“Who was she marryin’?” Colt cocked his eyebrow and I could tell he was offended.

“Wow, are you going to be one of those dads that doesn’t let their daughters out of their sight?” It hurt to laugh at him, but I couldn’t help it.

“Let’s just say that when the times comes for that, me and Noah will be outside, cleaning our guns as they arrive.”

“Our poor girls!”

He chuckled. “I was a young man once. I know how they think.”

I just shook my head. It was good thing that I was going to be around for all of this, because those girls were going to need me with a father like Colt. If he had it his way, they’d be wearing purity rings until they were thirty.