AN: Geez I just went through 3 starts to this story. The totally fine Brenda, the emotional Brenda, decided good old sarcastic Brenda works best for any situation.

Part Two

"I lied," she said on a sigh and eased herself into a chair, "this cannot possibly be happening."

He just studied her, the large mound that resided in front of her; the single thing that separated her from the Brenda he knew.

Her head leaned back, "Whacked out, crazy, hormone induced dream." She closed her eyes, "I'm going to wake up to find you huddling under the covers," she tossed her head forward and gave him a death glare, "and I'm going to wake you and make you go get me ice cream." She frowned at him trying to decide a more apt punishment, "No hit up the all night dinner on Dauber, burger, fries, milkshake, the works, then by the time you get back, I'll have dropped the temperature another ten degrees and be sound asleep."

He continued to stare at her with new eyes. The Brenda that he had known was gone despite aside from the one singular physical difference she was sporting, all else physical and attitude wise remained the same, yet that belly…It made everything different.

Brenda was his wife?

He looked at her bare left hand. "Are we married?"

She looked startled for a second as that pulled her out of her dreamland, of her torture plans for allowing her to have such a horrible nightmare. She looked down at her hand on the arm rest before looking over at him, fingers swollen just enough to warrant the removal of her ring, on "Four years in June," she nodded. "Your ring is probably in my purse, they gave me your stuff last night," she frowned as she tried to remember what she had done with that, probably still in their entryway, Mac's name would come in handy if she was pulled over today.

Married? He had married Brenda again? Willingly? 'I came home when you got your memory back, four years ago.' AJ's words rung in his ears, he hadn't married Brenda, Jason Quartermaine had. What had Jason Quartermaine gotten him into?

"After-" he pointed at his head.

It took her a moment before what he was talking about dawned on her, she frowned at first before dropping a hand to her stomach and smiling softly, "Yea." She noticed his brief frown, "Probably would have happened anyway Jase," she smirked at him, "we got married on the 3rd, Garrett made his grand and spectacular appearance on the 4th," her eyelids dropped to half mast as she gave him a pointed look, "your memory only reared it's ugly head in late November, early December."

His head tilted and he looked at her, he had gotten involved with Brenda, he had gotten her pregnant. He certainly hadn't expected that one.

"Try not to look so shocked Jason," she rolled her eyes.

"We were…" he gestured briefly between them.

She scowled at him then laughed, "That was weird."

He smiled, but not at all believing it was possible. He loved Elizabeth, he was only willing to walk away from her for hers and Jake's safety, he wouldn't have just started another family. "MB?" he questioned the nickname Jake had used.

"Mommy Bren."

Not only was he finally a dad to his son, but Brenda shared the title of mother?

She shrugged, "He needed a name. He likes it, it's our thing."

"Liz is okay with that?"

Her eyes flickered away for a second, "Probably not, but he needed it. He was two and our time with him was suddenly split with a baby…" She shook her head. "I changed his diapers, I gave him baths. Still clean up projectile vomit. Feed him breakfast, lunch and dinner. Tuck him in, read him stories, chase away the bogeymen. A name shouldn't make him feel like he's any less my son because I didn't give birth to him."

"I didn't mean to-" he tried to figure out what he was apologizing for.

She shook her head, "Touchy subject. Childhood issues."

He studied her again, still disbelieving, however his body hurt more than any dream ever had. He and Brenda…He stopped in his assessment of the issue and found something that guaranteed it was a dream, "You're taking this too well."

"What do you want me to do?" she questioned with her hands on her hips.

"Act like Brenda?"

She scoffed, "Are you calling me a drama queen?"

"You, Brenda? Never."

"I'm at 37 weeks with twins Jason, I have probably been more panicked and freaked out in the last day than I have been since we were married, Kevin told me not to stress, so I'm not going to. You woke up, our family is safe, there is no reason I need to add to the drama by having a mental breakdown because trust me once I start, I'm not going to stop. Been telling me for two decades, it's going to be okay, to trust you. So you know what…" she shook her head.

"We're married, AJ isn't dead, Emily isn't dead…" he pointed out all of the implausibilities of this dream.

She lifted a closed hand and pulled back one finger, "Four kids Jase, you're not getting out of the marriage so move past." Second finger pulled up as she frowned, "Yea there was this whole Lydia, mob drama thingy involved with that, don't think AJ was responsible or maybe we just pretend that he isn't…I never really got that whole thing. Honestly though between both of our mood swings at that time, I really don't remember too much of it." She shook her head and moved past that as she pulled up the third finger, "Like two years ago, Nikolas was trying to uncover Helena's latest…whatever and found Emily and Courtney locked up."

"Courtney's alive?"

She rolled her eyes, "And married to Nikolas because Em wanted to do the right thing for Spencer, but we're pretty sure Courtney and AJ have been having an affair, so if you see them together at the same time, don't mention it. You made me promise to not get involved so when …" she stopped, "if you remember you'll be really pissed to have started that."

He watched the change that swept over her with that simple change of word, she had been rushing through everything before, not allowing herself to think, she had been take charge and ignoring the possibility that her husband wouldn't be returning to her. He watched as she once more pushed it from her eyes and continued on with her brave face.

"Just trust me, keep your mouth shut."

"Shouldn't be a problem," he nodded.

"You know I should go check on Kevin's status and remind the damn nurse to page your doctor again," she said heaving herself out of the chair.

He was going to let her leave; he didn't know how to deal with this anymore than she did. At least he hadn't woken up married to Sam because while he had loved her and had wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and their children, he didn't think he could comprehend truly forgiving and moving past what she had done. "Brenda," he called after her without a full thought behind his actions, then watched her entire body tense as her quick escape was denied. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Car accident," she told him without turning back.

"Again?" With AJ he wondered why he was surprised, Jason Quartermaine just wouldn't learn.

"There was a car in the river, you jumped in after it," she whispered.

"AJ's-"

She shook her head, "He was a few minutes behind you; he went in after you. I'm going to-" she reached the door this time with her quick steps.

"Brenda," he once more called her.

She turned back with large glossy eyes, blinking quickly, sending streams of tears down her cheeks, "Please Jason, I don't know how to do this, not without you."

"Brenda," he tried again.

"You don't remember loving me Jason," she shot out. "You don't remember me."

"I remember you," he softly promised "and I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." He might still love Liz, but Brenda was his wife, even if he didn't remember how that happened, he would never be the one to leave.

She shook her head slowly at him, "The woman who blackmailed you into marriage; that annoys you; that you have to take care of…I really never understood what it felt like to Keesha when you looked at her and didn't see her." She closed her eyes again, then slowly opened them to look at him, "I know it's going to be fine. Even if it's gone for good. I know we can make it work, but all those memories, everything that made us, us," she shook her head at him.

"Brenda," his voice low and consoling.

She once more woefully looked at him, "I don't want to be acting like this Jason," she blinked and tears fell again, "blame it on the hormones," she said wiping the tears away. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, what I'm supposed to say…"

"I'm sorry," he apologized again.

"Stop doing that," she snapped at him with a laugh and wiped her eyes again. "Oh god Jason," she chuckled again, "we need a Dummies book for your head."

"Now you're acting like yourself again," he reassuringly smiled at her.

She dried her cheeks once more, "Whatever," she said waving her hand, "I'll just get knocked up again, both times…" she violently waved her hands in the direction of him.

He smirked, then frowned as something dawned on him. He and Brenda…

"And with that I'm leaving," she smirked back at him, despite her still watery eyes.

He was left frowning trying to sort out answers to unanswered questions, but not for long…