You and Jack had been dating for about two years now. Everything was perfect. Neither of you had cheated or been disloyal. You guys hardly fought. When you did, it was over something stupid, but you got over it quickly.

It got to the three year mark when you learned that you had cancer and needed chemotherapy. You, to say the least, weren't happy. No one would be. It was a painful thing to go through.

As Jack was standing behind you, gently shaking your head so as not to hurt you, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, a gentle smile on his lips. "You still look perfect, sweetheart.." Jack said gently.

You just forced a smile as it faded quickly once you looked down at your hair that was now littering the sink. You wanted to cry. You hated not having hair.

However, when you heard a distinct buzzing, your eyes widened when you looked in the mirror and saw Jack shaving his head. His hat was tossed to the side as he continued to shave it.

Once he was done, he looked at you and smiled. "We're going through this together, {{user}}." He promised, taking your hands in his and pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles.

"You aren't alone in this." Jack whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "I swear to you, I'm gonna stick by your side the entire time." He promised gently.