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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

She doesn't remember me? I heard about this happening to other people. I remember her telling me that she was bound to suffer amnesia at least one more time in her life.

"It was scary. I couldn't remember where I was or anything really. If there was one thing that scares me is suffering amnesia again… Knowing me, I probably will…" she told me, the fear evident in her eyes. "I don't ever want to, Shane," she began to cry. I carefully pulled her into my chest.

"I promise you won't. I promise," I told her, not knowing what would later happen. I promised her she wouldn't.

"Hey, Shane. You should calm down. The doctor said it could be-" I didn't care what the damn doctor said. My Mi-Mi doesn't remember who I am!

"Could be temporary! She could go her whole damn life with amnesia Jason! Try having your fiancé not remember who you are!" I yelled at him. He wouldn't understand what I'm dealing with.

"How do you know. You didn't even show to your own brothers' wedding. You know nothing about her. What's her name?" he accused me. He was right: I didn't even try to show to his wedding. I don't even remember what her name was… I am one bad brother. "You can't even tell me that can you?"

"Isn't her name Ella… No… It's… So, you're right. At least I made some-"

"I don't care if you made an effort now because it's too late. Anyways, it's not like you know what I've been through with Emilee. So, take your two cents and give it to somebody who actually cares. I am through with dealing with you yelling at everybody when one thing goes wrong. You go too far all-""Jason! Look, I'm sorry! I thought you actually cared about me! I always will try to make some effort to remember stuff! Having a newborn child waking you up all hours of the night and a fiancé who doesn't remember you will take a lot out of you! I never tried to take it out on you!" I yelled, pausing to breathe. "I look up to you… I could lose everybody I love just as fast just like we lost Mom and Dad…" I finished quietly. I didn't wait for him to respond as I walked to Mitchie's room. I took a deep breath to try to calm myself before walking in.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes showing concern and her voice sounding soft and gentle. I just broke down at this. "Come here," I couldn't move. "Shane, come on. Everything will be okay," she tried to comfort me from her bed. Wait… She knows my name now? There had to be a reason as to how she remembered. "Your brother, Nate, told me. He said that you love me a lot, too. I wish I remember how much…" I did the one thing that I hoped would work.

I kissed her. Not roughly or hungrily, just soft and passionately. It had to work. It just had to. I pulled away, searching her face for any signs of anything.

"What?" she asked. Nothing… She doesn't remember anything… Maybe… What does she remember? Anything right now is better than nothing.

"You don't remember anything about us do you?" she shook her head. "Can you tell me what you do remember?" I asked her softly.

"Is there somebody named Annie? I think it was something like that…" she trailed, failing to remember the name.

"Close. Annabelle. She's our daughter. She's about a week old," I told her. Panic showed on here face realizing Annabelle wasn't in my arms. "Don't worry, our friend Caitlyn is looking after at home. Is there anything else you remember?"

"Um… This one part of a song… I wish I knew who wrote it… I think I can sing it if you want…" she trailed again, but this time it was because of her nervousness. I encouraged her to try a bit. "Um, okay… Here it goes… This is what I am/I am who I am/It's not no phase/So grow up and shut up/Get a life/Cause this is who I am." she finished shyly.

"That was well sung. You wrote it about being bullied in high school," I told her. "You wrote quite a few others too. I don't think you-" she started laughing. I went to ask her why she was laughing when she told me.

"I know now that you don't think," she giggled. I had to laugh. Amazing, she can make me smile and laugh even in this situation.

"I do think… Of you," I winked at her. I really meant it. For the past how long, she's been just about the only thing on my mind. I was snapped out of my thoughts when the room's door closed.

"Is that Caitlyn and Annabelle?" Mitchie asked softly.

"Yep," I turned to Caitlyn. "Any troubles?"

"She won't take any of the formulas I got… I am up to number 5 now…" Caitlyn informed me. Great… Mitchie doesn't remember what we had, and now my daughter won't eat…

"Let me see here. Maybe I can do something," Mitchie offered. Caitlyn handed Annabelle to Mitchie. She began to breast feed her. A few minutes later, Annabelle was sleeping peacefully.

"How…" Caitlyn was speechless. She had been trying for a while to get her to eat anything and Mitchie could with one try… Not fair at all.

"Shane told me that she's our daughter and that she was just born, so I thought that I was still breast feeding her. I guess I am," she smiled. She may not remember too much, but her logic will always prevail. "She looks so much like you, Shane. I can't believe I would have forgotten her…"

"The doctor said that you have amnesia. If it's temporary or not though, isn't really known… Well, not at the moment,"

"I wish I could remember stuff… Are we married?" she asked suddenly. I sighed, not liking the answer I gonna tell her.

"No, we are engaged though. On the-" Caitlyn quickly cut me off.

"You proposed to her? When was it? How did you do it? What did you say? Why-" It was my turn to cut her off.

"As I was saying, a week ago-" I teared up slightly as I spoke, never letting my voice show how vulnerable I felt. "-about an hour after Annabelle was born, I asked you to marry me. No one knows about it yet… Well other than Caitlyn who won't be telling anyone or else," She nodded, understanding why she couldn't tell anyone.

"You okay, Shane?" Mitchie asked, probably noticing the tears in my eyes. I nodded in reply. I didn't want to tell what else happened that day. It would just tear her apart. "Are you sure?"

"Hey, I'm leaving. Nate said he will be coming by later, so…" Caitlyn trailed.

"That's okay, I'm sure Mitchie wants to be near Annabelle right now anyways," I told her. I gave her a quick hug, just as Nate walked in. I released Caitlyn and saw his face drop.

"Hi!" Mitchie chimed happy at him. Nice timing there…

"Hey there, Mitch. How are you feeling?" he asked ignoring Caitlyn and I. All I was doing was hugging her that's it, nothing more than that.

"Good. Are you mad at Shane for hugging Caitlyn?" she asked forwardly.

"No… I just thought that… You know what? It's nothing. Everything is-"

"What crawled up your ass? You were all nice a few hours ago and now just because you walked in the room to see Caitlyn and Shane hugging you're all mad. They were just hugging, you know like what friends do. There's no reason to act all mad at them, Nate" Mitchie ranted at him. You could clearly see his face fall from the shock. He was the one person that was rarely ever yelled at, and when he was he would be quickly let off easy. Being sworn at on top of being yelled at just never happened to Nate.

"Mitchie, calm down. You shouldn't be freaking out like this. You could pass out again and I could lose you… I don't want that to happen," I ended quietly. Suddenly there was a small knock on the door as Jason's head popped in.

"Shane, can we talk?" he asked, sounding sad. I hate when people ask if we could talk and sound sad while asking 'cause it never means something good.

"Uh… Sure," I said to him. I told the others that I'd be back. I stepped out into the hall with Jason, still unsure of what he was going to tell me.

"The doctors ran some tests before they let you see her earlier and found out that she may never get her memory back…" he trailed lightly. I couldn't believe it.

"There has to be a way I could at least help her remember anything… There has to be…"

Correct answer to last question was either 15min, 5min or 10min.