All of her instincts told her to do this alone, to send him away and deal with it by herself.  If he was here for it he would know everything, and there would be no massaging the information to fit what she wanted.  If he wasn’t there she could tell him anything afterwards and he would believe her.  The fact that she didn’t take that option even when he offered it spoke of how important he had become to her and how much she trusted him.

Leaning into him she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes a moment.  She wanted him to know the whole truth, and to be there for her through it all with eyes wide open.  Their relationship was built on honesty, and over the years they had developed such a strong trust and she would never do anything to break that. 

In the end he was her lover, her partner and her best friend, and whatever happened today they would deal with it as they dealt best with things: together.

Just as she was starting to relax against him the door opened and the doctor entered.  It was time.