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To Ivy2010: thanks, I'm trying to make my Lizzy more playful and childish.
To Catherine gest Lauros: I think that Aunt Catherine will make an appearance later but I'm not sure yet how I'll portray her.
To NYT: Anne is their daughter. And hopefully all my characters stay in character throughout the story because I have a tendency to make them OOC.
To justlovefanfiction290: thank you :) To kirara314: I thought about it and I decided to change the title. I was only using that one as a placeholder. I'll probable change the title again in the future because I don't like the new one either. The right title just hasn't come to me yet.

And with that said, here is chapter 2


"Anne is my what?" I asked in shock hoping that I had misheard my mother's last statement. According to the forlorn faces staring back at me, my hearing was not affected by the accident.

"Anne is our daughter. Anne Elizabeth Darcy. She's turning four years old in nine days. She's a really sweet girl who looks just like you."

"I had a daughter with you. Oh my gosh, she's going to be so confused when I don't remember her at all. How am I going to explain to my own child why I can't even remember her name or how old she is?"

Darcy sighed deeply before asking, "The best way to learn about Anne is to interact with her yourself, so would you like to come with me to pick her up?"

"Wait, what if she asks questions and realizes that I lost my memory? What if she sense something is wrong? What if she -"

Darcy put a comforting hand on my shoulder, and my body's reaction was to lean into his touch instead of shy away from it. I disgusted myself. "Don't worry, she won't be asking any questions," Darcy began suspiciously, "and Lizzy, if we explain the situation to her, I promise she'll understand. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good, let's go, Love."

I let him call me endearing names like "love" and "dear," I let him lead me to the car, and I even let him open the car door for me. For these reasons, I felt totally within my rights to smack his hand away when he tried to help me into the car. No matter how my body reacted to his touch, my mind constantly reminded me that this man was William Darcy. The William Darcy! Ughh... I don't get it. I really wish I could, but I can't understand why I would ever willingly marry and have a child with this man. What changed so much that caused me to like him? Did I, he, or both of us change? As I sat in Darcy's black Toyota Sequoia, I really tried my hardest to remember something, anything that could help me understand.

"Lizzy, are you okay? You seem really distressed. I know this is a lot to take in. A lot has changed in the past few years, but I really don't want you to worry too much. I am a hundred percent positive that you'll get your memory back in time."

"But I won't know things I'm supposed to know," I cried out in anguish, "I won't know what's going on at work or who I talk to and don't talk too anymore. I won't know Anne's favorite food or her favorite color. I won't even know where the silverware is! If my memory never comes back, I'll have to re-learn the past few years of my life."

Darcy smiled with amusement before saying, "Well, that's why I'm here. I won't leave you to fend for yourself. You and I tell each other pretty much everything. I know almost everything about you, and for everything I don't know there are Jane and your mother."

"I still talk to my mother?" I asked incredulously. Now I'm really confused. I always thought that my mother and I would continue not talking to each other after I got married. I really want to know what made us close.

"Yeah, your mother became a lot more... subdued once all five of her daughters were married. She calmed down so much, even I talk to her every once in awhile."

"Oh Darcy, I don't think I can do it - too much has changed. Everything bad is good now. Next you'll be telling me that your Aunt Catherine sees me as a second daughter."

Darcy remained silent.

"Really? I can't believe it. She actually likes me now!"

"Well, it's a complicated matter. It's a story for another time. Anyway, Anne's school is coming up. Are you ready?"

I took a deep breath. I didn't know what to expect. I had no idea what I was going to say or do once I saw her.

"Maybe I should pick her up and… explain the situation to her. I'll tell her that you hit your head and aren't really up to talking right now." Darcy said helpfully.

I nodded my head in consent before he got out of the car and went into the school to get Anne. As I waited for the two of them to return, I was in a state of emotional turmoil. I was excited because I always wanted a daughter and couldn't wait to meet Anne; I was afraid to say the wrong thing; and I was confused because everything's changed and Darcy drives an SUV. My emotional turmoil continued until I caught my first glimpse of Anne Elizabeth Darcy.

She had curly brown hair that bounced and hopped as she skipped down the school stairs. Her delicate, tiny hands were pulling Darcy's wrist as she zoomed ahead of him. Her eyes, her deep blue Darcy eyes, were bright and full of life. She was the most adorable thing I had ever seen; I instantly fell in love with her. How couldn't I?

When she and Darcy arrived back in the car, all I could do was smile down at her. "Hi Mommy," were the first words I heard her say.

"Hi Sweetie," I replied back. The words came out like a knee-jerk reaction. I turned back around before I asked about her day. Surprisingly instead of an answer I got the tap on the shoulder.

"Mommy, did you forget that I need to see your lips to hear you?"

My heart fell as I immediately turned to Darcy who had an oh-man-I-screwed-up-and-forgot-to-tell-you look. "Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you didn't I? Umm… Anne is deaf."

A/N: Hey everyone. Hope you like the story so far, and if you do don't forget to comment. Also I'm going to be posting things in , so check me out over there. I'm faithzingeswar over there. If anyone wants me to read one of their stories, just pm me.

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