Heather eyes slightly open, her head was pounding. "Where am I?" She asked herself while rubbing her forehead.
"You're at the hospital, miss." A voice appeared to-be at the side of her bed.
"Hospital?" Heather question that. "You are?"
"I'm the doctor, and it looks me to that you badly injured your head? If I may ask, do you remember your name?" The doctor ask.
"Yeah ... it's?" Why can't Heather remember her own name. "It's—I know it's ..."
"Do you know day, or month it is?"
"It's ... I—I don't know." Heather admitted. "Why can't remember that?"
"It's not unusual to suffer a bit of memory loss when hitting your own head, it should come back over time," the doctor said. "But, for now, we'll have a neurologist check to see if you have any brain damage." The doctor then left.
Alejandro was in the car with his three children, driving them to their school.
"Can you stop a least 30 metres away from school today day," Isabelle said, looking at her phone.
"I am not walking 30 metres," Diego said. "You know, some people need to be at their classes."
"Then you drop me off, and you drop Diego off at the front," Isabelle said.
"Nice try, Isabelle," Alejandro said. "You and your brother will be dropped off at the same destination area."
"I can't wait until I get my hands on my license," Isabelle muttered. "This is not fair."'
"Life is isn't always fair." Alejandro stopped at the front. "You two, be good at school." Both Isabelle and Diego walked out of the car and walked into school.
"Alright, let's get you to elementary school, Carlos." Alejandro drove away, to his youngest school.
"Papa, can I ask you a question?"
"Yes, Carlos."
"Are you and Isabelle going to be okay."
Alejandro nearly stopped his car when he heard his youngest saying that. "We're going to be fine, Carlos ... it's just that ... we're going to be okay," he said.
"Are you sure, papa?"
"Yes." Alejandro pulled up to Carlos' elementary. "You also be good." A teacher pulled up and escorted Carlos inside.
"Maria isn't happy that you keep coming back here," Jose said while the two brothers were sitting down.
"It's either that, or stay with Mom," Alejandro replied. "Only until I can find a new job."
"Can you find it quickly? This isn't a free lounge." Maria came in with water and placed onto the table. "You either order, or leave." And walked away.
"What do you see in her?"
"I heard that."
"When will you two ever get along ...?" Jose said.
Before Alejandro said anything, Maria shouted, "how many times do I have to tell you to not change to the news channel.
don't change the channel."
"Wait ..." Alejandro got quickly got up. "Is hers."
"Who's her?"
"That bitch that threw me off the boat ... hey, turn up the volume for a second." The volume went up. "Looks like she got what deserve."
"But, didn't the reporters said she had amnesia? Like, she can't remember anything?"
"Yeah ..."'
Jose then suddenly got and shouted at his wife, "Hey, Honey, is your brother out of prison?"
"Which brother?"
"The one that is good with technology ... got in trouble with making fake documents."
"Oh, you mean Mark? He's been out for a couple of weeks ... why do you ask?"
Jose smiled at his little brother. "Alejandro, I may have a solution to get back at Heather."
"Do I want to ask?" Alejandro said.
Jose explained his plans.
"No, I won't do that," Alejandro said. "Especially for my kids."
"Just for a few weeks, until you get on your feet again. And, beside, wouldn't you love seeing Heather doing actual work," 'Jose said.
Alejandro would love to see that. "Fine, but I want to warn my children in advance."
"Maria, can you give me Marks number."
Alejandro sat down with his children, and explained what was happening.
"Isn't this unfair to Heather?" Isabelle said. "You know, she also have family."
"I don't think she has a soul, Isabelle," Alejandro said to his daughter.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Isabelle," Diego said. "Never thought I'd say that."
"It's only for a couple of weeks, that's it ...," Alejandro said.
"How will you get away with this?" Diego ask.
"Your uncle has friends ..."
"So, Maria felony brother?" Diego added. "The question is, which one of them is going to be breaking the law ... again."
"Don't talk about your aunt like that."
"It's okay, little brother, I don't expect the kids to call her aunt." Jose welcome himself into the house. "I got the stuff, let's go."
"Remember to behave." Alejandro got up and left the house while the kids were getting to clean it up.
"Don't tell me you're having second thoughts," Jose said while walking into the hospital with Alejandro.
"I can't do this to the kids, Jose."
"You can do this, I know you can."
The two walked to the reception. "Hi, how can I help you today."
"I'm Heather's husband. My name is Alejandro ... Alejandro Burromuerto."
"I'm sorry, sir, but there is no patient named Heather," the nurse replied.
"The women that came here with amnesia, she is beautiful, loving wife." Alejandro almost gagged when he said those words about Heather.
"One moment." The nurse picked up the phone, and dial a number. "Someone is here for jane doe ... her name is Heather Burromuerto, he says that they're married... okay ... the room is down the hall, to the left, room 108."
"Thank you." Both Alejandro and Jose walked to the room. "Well, here it goss." Opened the door and walked himself in.
There was doctor already in here. "Heather, you're husband is here."
"My what?" She was laying on the bed, with bandage wrapping around her head. "I know I can't remember anything, but I'm definitely not married."
"Sweetie, I've been looking for you. Ever since you went on that boat ride, if it wasn't for the news, then I would have never found you." Alejandro couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth.
"I don't know who the hell you are, but we're not married," Heather snapped. "And the hell is he?" She pointed at Jose.
"He's my, and your brother—in—law," Alejandro "I also knew you'd say that, so I brought some proof." He had a manila folder with him. "Here is your driver license; your passport; your birth certificate; and, of course, our marriage license."
"They ... we're actually married." Heather looked through the stuff. "I—I think I'm going to be sick.
"Of course, my love." Alejandro grabbed Heather's hand. "For better, or for worse." And kissed him, which was hard for him to do it. "We'll get through this. The kids are waiting for you."
"Kids ... did you say kids?" Heather jerked her hand away. "I've not that lost in memory ... I hate children."
That really made want Alejandro want walk away, but it's too late. "I can assure you that your memory will change that, we better get going."
"To where?"
"To our home, my love."
Alejandro pulled up to the driveway, with Heather in the front seat, and Jose in the back seat. "Ready to meet your kids, again?"
"No really." Alejandro escorted her out of his car and walked her inside the house, while Jose brought some old clothes that belonged to Maria.
"Kids, guess who's home."
"Mama." Carlos jumped into Heather's arm. "I missed you."
"And you are—"
"—Carlos, my love. We name him after my papa."
"Diego & Isabelle, aren't you going to say greet your mother?" Alejandro said.
"Hi," Diego said, not looking away from his cellphone.
"Hi ... mom," Isabelle said.
"Okay ... who is the oldest?" Heather asked.
"We're twins ... although I'm older by Isabelle."
"For a minute, idiot."
Alejandro knew that plan wasn't going to work. "Isabelle, can you meet in the kitchen ... Carlos, why don't your mama your drawing collection."
"Okay, papa." He grabbed Heather's hand and walked her to the living room, where there was a small, very cheap plastic round table. "Here is my class ..."
Isabelle went to the kitchen. "Isabelle, I told you to behave."
"Just because I don't agree with your plan, dose not mean I'm not behaving, dad," Isabelle said.
"How about this? If you don't behave, then you and Diego will be stuck babysitting Carlos every weekend, until he is in middle school ... that's about seven years?" Alejandro didn't want to restore to this, but he had no choice.
"You wouldn't."
"Tell me, Isabelle."
Isabelle thought for a second before answering, "fine, but, she isn't going to replace mom." And stormed out of the kitchen.
"Isabelle." Alejandro followed her, but she went to her room.
Alejandro signed. "Carlos and Diego get ready for bed, you have school tomorrow. And you." He walked towards Heather. "Thankfully your boss, Maria is letting you have a second chance to go back to work, it's not because we're all in-laws or something."
"Work?" Heather ask? "Where do I work?"
"You work at restaurant, sweetie ... you are a waiter."