A/N: This popped into my head and I really wanted to use it. It's definitely going to make an appearance in the story, just later on. Perry's POV. He's also really OOC here. I didn't think he could possibly get any mushier than I had already made him, but… I was wrong!

The original reason I created this drabble story is because I'd get these ideas of how I wanted The Bloody Battle to turn out. The only problem was I'd get them while writing the story, and not write the ideas down. Trust me when I say that the story was supposed to be really different, until I got writers block and looked into the future.

Enjoy all! Don't own. All mistakes are mine. Please review! Thanks!

'I remember'

I remember the time you came to me with that stupid fucking offer. How could you think doing that would be right? I remember telling you it was fine. To do it. Go, get out. You cried, but you were smiling. Tears were pouring out of you, but you seemed happy that I had agreed. You hid something important from me. And when I confronted you in the locker room? You didn't lie. You explained why you did what you did. And I listened. I got sad, I got happy, and… I understood why you did it. You could never stop being JD. Especially if it meant making things better.

'I remember'

I remember getting home after finding out about our baby. The door closed and I pushed you, gently, into it. I pulled your scrubs top off and sank to my knees, then pushed my face into your abdomen. How did I miss it? Your body had already started to change, and I hadn't even realized it. The hardening of the abdomen, which can signify so many different things, could indicate a child. An increase in sensitivity of the nipples. You were already pretty sensitive to begin with, but you became even more so afterwards. That strange craving for pineapple. And I was so stupid and almost lost you! I didn't demand an answer when you told me! I didn't fight when you walked out! It's my fault.

'I remember'

I remember taking you to bed that night. I marked you in every way that I possibly could at the time. Fingers, mouth, teeth, all left bruises on your body. I filled you over and over again, until neither of us could breath. I kissed you until the room was filled with stars. I drank from you until you screamed. I loved you until we were both exhausted.

'I remember'

I remember leaving you sleeping in our bed. I picked up Jack and took him to find the perfect symbol. And when we got home we woke you up by slipping that perfect symbol onto your left hand.

'I remember'

I remember telling you that I was going to make your dad and brother happy by making an honest man out of you. How we'd make a stable home not only for our children, but for the both of us too. How nothing was ever going to tear us apart again. Not Jordan. Not Carla. Not Turk. Not Elliot. Not Kelso. Not anyone! Especially not us.

'I remember'

I remember how you didn't even glance at the ring. You just pulled Jack into a hug and kissed me.

'I remember'

I remember catching you sighing over the thin silver band when you thought I wasn't looking. How we stayed inside and watched movies with Jack all day, played silly games, and ate food that wasn't entirely healthy. How you sighed when we finally came together in the dark. And how after, you smiled one those smiles and grabbed the phone to wake everyone we knew up.

'I remember'

I remember how your Dad yelled at me when he found out we wouldn't be getting married until after the baby was born. How your brother pulled you aside and demanded to know if you were really okay with this. And how Ben suddenly burst through the door and managed what we couldn't. My family calmed your family down.

'I remember'

I remember finding out later that you called him the moment you got off the phone with your brother. You knew I'd need someone to stand for me, just like they stood for you.

"Having my daughter also known as JD is definitely my fault. I shouldn't have left him alone for so long. But this? This is definitely your husbands fault." I ranted at Carla.

"How is Baby Boy Dorian-Cox's new name my husbands fault?"

"I want to know what kind of BET…" I jabbed my finger at the last name on the paper. "Those two idiots had!"

"It's not that bad Perry. It's actually kind of cute."

"Carla? What name do you think your husband won?" She shoved the paper at me before stalking off to find the dead man. "First person that calls him Little Buddy dies!"

A/N: Reviews are love, ConCrit is welcomed, and any and all Flames will be used to build a bonfire to tell this story by.