Shawn woke, his brain felt fuzzy. Like he had been stuck in a hazy fog for a far too long. He blinked his eyes as he took in his surroundings. It was beyond obvious that he was in a hospital, the smell alone gave that fact away. Clenching his eyes shut, Shawn tried to recall what had caused his most recent hospital visit. He groaned as pain flared behind his temples as glimpses flashed in his minds eye.

An argument with his father, Lassiter and Juliet finding out his secret, Holden Marshall stabbing him.

Shawn's eyes flew open. His stomach clenched uncomfortably as bile rose in his throat. The pain throbbing behind his eyes was getting worse. Fumbling around, Shawn located the call button and smashed his finger down on it. His eyes scoured the room for something that he could throw up in, since he was certain he wouldn't be able to keep it at bay until the nurse came into his room.

Giving up, Shawn leaned over the side of his bed. Tears pricked his eyes as his body shook from the dry heaves. Nothing came up, but that didn't stop his body from trying like hell to push anything it could out of his body. One last shuttering heave left him slumped sideways against his bed.

He expected pain to flair in his abdomen from his attempt of expelling the contents of his stomach, but felt nothing but the dull ache of muscles that had strained too hard. There was no pain that felt like someone had been stabbed numerous times.

Shawn opened his eyes when the door creaked open. "Mr. Spencer."

Shawn groaned, his head still throbbing, though it was less than what it had been before. "I feel sick."

The nurse sighed, there was only minimal evidence from Shawn's attempt at throwing up before. She took in the pallor of Shawn's skin and frowned. Placing a hand against his cheek, she nearly jumped back. "It appears you have a bit of a temperature, Mr. Spencer. I'm going to grab a thermometer and your doctor. I will be back shortly. Until then-" her sentence trailed off, Shawn could only hear her shuffling stuff around. After a moment, she leaned over his bed and placed a tub in front of him. "If you feel like being sick again, please use this."

Shawn tried to nod, but groaned. "Thanks." his voice was hoarse and came out much more gravelly than normal."

The nurse nodded, before disappearing from the room. Shawn lifted the tub for a moment, yanking the thin hospital blanket up around his shoulders. His body shaking with bone-chilling cold. Once he was satisfied with his blanket placement, he placed the tub back down. With how his stomach was currently feeling, Shawn feared that he might need the tub again.

Juliet leans against the wall. Shawn has fallen back asleep by the time she is able to pull herself to his room. Instead of entering right away, she leans her exhausted body against the wall, staring into his room. Tears coat her eyes, and she quickly brushes them away before they can fall.

She didn't understand how life could keep throwing these things at her husband, and how he continually kept pushing forward. Never letting any of it stop him. He was so much stronger than he gave himself credit for, and in that moment, watching him sleep, Juliet realized that she was falling in love with him all over again.

It didn't matter how much pain they would both have to endure right now. All that mattered was how happy they would finally be able to be in the future. She sighed, as she brushed her fingers against her cheeks, catching newly formed tears as they fell.

His doctor had been pretty sure that Shawn's full memory would be restored. It would just take, and therapy. According to the doctor, he had explained to Shawn that he would be seeing a psychiatrist for the foreseeable future. It's for his own good, the doctor had explained, it will help him deal with his missing memories, possibly even help him regain some of what's missing.

Even though those memories are part of who Shawn is, Juliet had let herself wonder for a few moments if it was really best that Shawn regain his full memory. Sure, he had no clue that he was a father, though that was an easy fix, it was more the memory of his father's death that she wanted to keep from him. That memory itself, caused her own heart to ache, and she hadn't even witnessed Henry's death. Of course, memories of his nightmares, which according to the doctor, had been caused by the aneurysm. Though, he couldn't give her answer as to why it was that Shawn had been seeing something that was real, and that involved people that he loved and cared about.

Pushing out one final, heavy breath, Juliet shoved herself up from the wall and walked into his room. She settled down in the uncomfortable chair, and took his hand. She kissed it lightly, and felt him stir.

"Hey, beautiful."

Juliet's cheeks flushed red almost immediately. "I look like hell, Shawn."

He grinned at her, and she felt her heart hammer in her chest. "I beg to differ. You look stunning as ever. However, if this is what hell looks like, then I am more than happy to take up homage there."

Juliet rolled her eyes. "Thank God you're not trying to pick me up, because that line was absolutely horrible!" She chuckled when he held a hand over his heart.

"I am hurt, Jules. To the bone-"

She shook her head. "Glad to see that the numerous knocks to the head haven't ruined your sense of humor."

He smiled brightly. "It would take a hell of a lot more than a few head injures for me to lose something as awesome as my sense of humor."

Juliet smiled, it was one of slight relief. "So, the doctor-"

Shawn waved his hand in a dismissive way. "It'll be fine, Jules. Can't keep a stunningly, handsome man down." he grinned, "though if there is something I should know, before I'm released-"

Juliet leaned forward. "A few things. One; Gus is an astronaut-"

Shawn laughed. "Yeah, right. It would take a lot more than a little memory loss for me to believe that!" His stomach jerked as he started to laugh harder.

Juliet sighed contently. She never would have thought he'd be so at ease with everything, but seeing him like this, it really cleared her conscience. "Okay, for real, there are a few things. First; you're a father."

Shawn's eyebrow shot up. "Serious?"

Juliet grinned, "Beautiful boy, Brandon Alexander Henry Spencer."

Shawn sat, stoic for a moment. Slowly a smile crossed his lips. "I'm a dad. I never thought I'd ever be so happy about that. Wow, a dad."

Juliet pulled her purse into her lap, and pulled out her wallet before removing a picture. "Here. Gus is watching him tonight, but I'll bring him in to see you tomorrow."

Shawn took the picture and stared at it. "Handsome. My boy is handsome." his cheeks felt like they were going numb from smiling for so long.

Juliet sighed, she couldn't tell him about Henry. Not when he was so happy. She couldn't take that from him, not right now.

"You said a few things. Anything else I should know?" he asked suddenly.

Juliet looked up, her eyes wide, "Uh—your mom is living in Santa Barbara now."

Shawn's brow wrinkled. "Seriously? Oh God! Please tell me that my parents aren't hooking up. I don't think my recently injured brain can take that information."

Juliet forced a laugh, her chest tightening slightly. "Nope. She thought she needed to be closer since you've been practically living in hospitals as of late."

Shawn faked a frown, even if the corners of his lips were still slightly upturned, "Low blow, Jules. Low blow," he sighed, before smiling softly. "So—um-my dad. Has he been here?"

Juliet just stared at Shawn, her eyes unblinking for a moment, before she schooled her features. "He's actually out of town right now."

Shawn nodded, the answer seemed good enough for the moment, though he knew something was up with the way that Juliet had just stared at him dumbfounded. He had witnessed enough liars to know when someone was trying to come up with a lie. That much, Shawn was able to figure out. He just wasn't sure why she was lying. Now wasn't the time though. Exhaustion was starting to settle in, and he wanted to spend his last few conscious moments before he drifted off to sleep again, with Juliet.

Juliet smiled, as she pulled his hand to her lips. "I love you, Shawn."

His eyes twinkled with the amount of happiness flowing through him. "I love you too, Jules."

Two Weeks Later

Shawn sat wearily on the couch. His psychiatrist's office was fairly immaculate, with books in alphabetical order on the shelves that lined the wall. He sat, his fingers propped under his chin, at his desk. Shawn felt his knee bounce in time with his heart, as his nerves got the better of him. He had never been the seek help type of person, but between his doctor and Juliet, he wasn't given much of a choice in the matter. This was only his second appointment, his first had been only a few days earlier, exactly one day after he had been released from the hospital.

"So, Mr. Spencer, would you care to actually talk this time?"

Shawn sighed. He knew how these sessions worked, his mother was psychiatrist after all, he was bound to pick up something from her. He knew as long as he didn't talk, he wouldn't be forced to dive into his past. To uncover those painful memories, or discover new ones.

Though Juliet hadn't actually told him anything, Shawn knew she was hiding something from him. The pained guilt littered her face every time he attempted to ask questions about stuff that he apparently didn't remember. Like the case that had landed him in the hospital this time, which according to Gus and Lassiter, both of them had made it a ritual to visit him at least once a day, he had saved Lassiter and his daughter. That bit of information had a hard time settling into Shawn's mind. Lassiter had a daughter? He couldn't force himself to see Lassiter as a father.

He had yet to actually meet Lassiter's daughter, but Lassiter had explained that it was because the hospital held bad memories, and Lassiter didn't want to risk causing her anymore pain.

"Nope." Shawn answered finally, popping the p.

"Mr. Spencer, these sessions will only benefit you if you actually talk. I have to get an understanding of who you are and how your brain works if I'm going to help you."

Shawn shook his head. His eyes narrowed for a moment. "Did it ever occur to anyone that maybe I don't want to remember? I haven't been told much of what I don't remember, but what I have been told hasn't been a basket of roses. So maybe I forgot it all because my brain decided it was too painful to remember. All I know is that right now, right this minute, I am as happy as I can ever remember being. I don't want to jinx that."

The doctor nodded, "Well, your sessions here are part of your recovery. They are mandatory, so I can't excuse you from coming. I also cannot force you to talk, so we can sit here in silence if that's what you prefer, but I honestly think that you would benefit from at least talking about what you do remember and what you have been told."

Shawn sighed. "Like how I constantly risk my life, my health, my well-being to help the precinct out, and I get rewarded constantly by being yelled at by the chief? Like that?"

The doctor simply nodded, "That's a fantastic start. You feel like you're being taken advantage of?"

"Duh, Doc! Did you not hear the sarcasm in my voice? Do you want to know what happened two days after I woke up from my brain surgery!? She walked into my room and told me how stupid I was to go into that cabin without police backup. That I'm reckless and a liability-"

"Do you disagree?"

Shawn sighed, as he ran a hand over his face. "No." his answer was merely a whisper.

The doctor eyed the clock on the wall. "We are out of time today, Mr. Spencer. I look forward to our meeting next week."

"Yeah, yeah." Shawn waved him off. "Me too." he grimaced, "until next week."

Shawn stood up and walked out of the office. His mind elsewhere. Did he really agree with what the chief had said? Obviously he needed to be more careful. Over the past year or so he had been stabbed repeatedly, ended up in a five month coma, and had brain surgery. He obviously wasn't as safe as he should probably be.

"Hey, babe." Juliet cooed when Shawn walked out of the doctor's office.

His head snapped toward her. He forced a smile, "Hey, Jules. So—food?" he cocked an eyebrow expectantly.

"Well, of course." She giggled, as she linked their arms. "I thought we could walk to the deli at the end of the block."

"Deli?" Shawn grumbled.

"Yes, Shawn. You agreed to take better care of yourself, that includes eating better."

"But—Jules!" he whined, "I can hear the jerk chicken place calling my name!"

Juliet shook her head. "Nope. Not today at least."

Shawn sighed, before kissing her temple. "Why can't I say no to you, and yet you find it so easy to say no to me?"

"Because I'm adorable and I'm more strong-willed."

Shawn nodded, "I agree with at least one of those."

Juliet gasped, before smacking his arm. "Not fair, Shawn!"

He chuckled, his conversation with his doctor forgotten for the moment. "Maybe not, but it certainly was hilarious." He said, before putting his arm around her waist and pulling her further against his side. Shawn couldn't believe he was so happy just being with Juliet, and his son. He was a family man, something that Shawn swore he would never be, and it made him the single happiest man on the planet.