"You sure your head doesn't hurt?"

"Jake, for the umpteenth time, I'm fine."

"What? I'm just checking on you like the doctors said."

Amy lets out a desperate sigh when her boyfriend comes back from the kitchen with a glass of water and asks her for what seems like the millionth time this day if she's feeling alright. He sits back on the couch next to her and stares deep into her eyes, in search of any possible sign that she might not be despite her words. He hasn't left her side – and sight – for more than a minute since they left the hospital earlier that day and came back to her apartment.

She fell down a few stairs head first while chasing a perp during a case and though she somehow managed not to get any physical injury other than a sore shoulder, she still frightened the hell out of Jake.

"I know it hasn't been that long but for a moment you literally forgot we were together, babe. I was terrified I would have to go through the process of asking you out again!" he reminds her with a pout and his expression makes her snort.

"I don't remember you ever asking me out. It was more like you straight up kissing me." She looks at him with a knowing smile and his face instantly softens with relief at hearing her sharing this story of how their relationship began. At her simply remembering they're in a relationship. She snuggles against his side and shares the blanket he wrapped her in earlier with him.

"Was a pretty successful move, though," he proudly answers as he puts his arm around her shoulders to keep her even closer to his body and kisses her temple to emphasize his point. That's what led them to where they are right now, after all. (Though Amy would usually argue she is the one who made it all possible by letting her guard down and deciding to tell the truth when asked why they thought they were "the one" during their undercover mission that night.

"He makes me laugh.")

She lets her head fall on the crook of his neck.

"Anyways, it's not like I could forget about you even if I wanted to. You're too annoying."

She glances up at him to gauge his reaction – a frown forms on her face when she sees he's staring at her with a beam and glowing eyes. She draws away from him a little to be able to better watch him.

"Why are you smiling? This was supposed to be a burn!" It's her time to pout, clearly disappointed.

Jake's smile only grows wider. "You said you couldn't forget about me." She can hear the happiness this statement makes him feel in his voice.

"Shut up." Amy playfully shakes her head though can't retain her own features from lighting up as well. She truly likes this goofy idiot. A little bit more every day. Of course she couldn't forget about him. He's been such a huge part of her life for so long now – long before they actually started dating even, as a colleague then (best) friend.

She takes her place back against him and they remain silent for a while, curled up together and watching as Property Brothers is playing on the television. It quickly became their routine to spend the night together ever since their first date those few weeks ago. (Now that her memory is fully back, she still remembers vividly the heated kisses and scattered clothes on the floor as they passed the door to Jake's apartment.)

(Tonight is much calmer, though – tonight she needs to rest after the scary, but eventually not so serious injury her brain endured.)

As she tries to focus on the show, Amy can feel Jake's gaze lingering on her form from time to time, probably to make sure she's really doing fine. She's been teasing him but she can't imagine what he's been through – what it's been like to have his girlfriend jerk off his embrace and watch him with big shocked eyes when he hurried towards her and called her 'babe.'

("You alright, babe?"

"'Babe?!' What the hell, Peralta! I'm not your 'babe.' And where are we?!")

(It surely was terrifying for her, to be told things she couldn't remember at the time. Thankfully, it didn't last too long.)

She can sense then, after a while spent without a word, that Jake's about to ask her the question again before he even opens his mouth. She turns to meet his gaze and catches him as he's staring at her. She offers him a sweet smile when she spots the concerned frown on his face. "Seriously, babe. I'm feeling much better. I promise."

She brings a hand to his cheek and leaves it there as he leans against her touch.

"Really? You'd tell me if you need anything, right?"

"Of course." She nods then presses a soft kiss on his lips, her forehead resting against his with her eyes closed for a beat after they part. She can feel her heart starting to race faster in her chest and a smile forming on her face at the thought of her boyfriend worrying about her and wanting to take care of her. It's still new, but this relationship already matters so much to her – he matters so much.

And she wouldn't go back to that time when they were 'just colleagues' for nothing in the world – even a brain injury couldn't take this away for too long.