Memories
by Samantha
airhead_1984@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Category: Sequel to Breakdown, Resurrection, Outrage, and Salvation. As I've said before, read the first chapters first. That way, nothing is spoiled and the pleasure is increased for y'all.
Timeline: After IOTH, definitely
Spoilers: Probably, just about anything can be a spoiler these days.
Keywords: JMPR, possibly others
Summary: Jarod can't remember anything. What will become of his relationship to Angela? Will he ever find out about Catherine?
Disclaimer: Okay, I apologize for that last disclaimer. I was feeling bitter over the fact that there will be NO MORE PRETENDER! But I'm okay. That's why I write fanfic. These characters are not mine, except for Ashley and Veronica and Catherine. They're mine! Mwa-Hahahahahahahaha!
Author's Note: I thank y'all for being so patient. I had terrible writer's block with that last story. I kind of dug myself into a hole for awhile. So I'm getting this part down while the creative juices are still flowing. I hope you enjoy. And please send feedback. I'd like to know what all I could have done differently, to help out with the next fic. And thank you to all who -have- sent feedback: you have really inspired me to continue with the saga. Love y'all!
St. Louis, Missouri
Parker softly closed the door behind her. She leaned against it and raised her hands to cover her mouth. A sob escaped and she slid down to the floor. She covered her face and cried. She cried more than she had over the past month. Granted, her pregnant state did nothing to help, but she was in complete disbelief and shock over what had just happened.
Jarod had amnesia.
Parker thought back to their conversation in his sickroom, when he had woken up.
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"Who are you?"
Parker's face fell at that question. Her mind raced for an explanation.
"I.I'm your wife, Jarod. Don't you remember?" she stammered, unable to grasp what was going on. He just looked at her like one would at a nice stranger. He shook his head.
"No, you're not familiar to me. In fact, I have no clue where I'm at right now." They stared into each other's eyes. Parker's jaw trembled as she hoped for any glimmer of recognition. There was none.
"Miss, when do I get to leave?" he asked in an amiable voice. Angela's eyes searched his rapidly, darting back and forth. Nothing. She looked down and swallowed.
"When you mend completely. You've been through a lot." She cleared her throat and excused herself. When she had reached the door, she looked back to find him sleeping again. She lingered a bit longer, wistfully watching him. After a sigh, Angela opened the door and stepped out of the room.
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"M-Miss Parker?" stuttered Broots, causing Angela to start visibly. She looked up, saw who was in front of her, and then closed her eyes, laughing mirthlessly.
"Call me Angela," she said in a hoarse voice, "that's who I am now." Broots nodded somberly and sat beside her.
"What is it, Angela? What's wrong?" he asked with a concerned look on his face. Angela's reddened eyes met Broots' worried ones.
"Jarod.he.," she sighed in frustration, "he's got amnesia!" She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with her fingers. She sniffled and then exhaled. Broots placed a hand on her arm.
"I.I'm sorry, Angela. I'm here for you, if you need it." He held his breath, waiting for the lashing he knew he would get for suggesting to Miss Parker that she needed help. Angela looked at him for a long moment.
"Thank you.Broots," she whispered. Broots smiled softly.
"Call me Eddie," he replied. Parker smiled back at him and nodded slightly.
"Okay," she whispered.
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Two Days Later
"Paw-Paw Sydney, is Daddy gonna be okay?" Catherine asked as Sydney sat down to eat lunch with her. He looked at her hesitantly, then answered.
"He will recover just fine, my darling Catherine." The toddler gave him a look.
"You know what I mean, Paw-Paw Sydney." Sydney looked around before looking back at the blonde child.
"He will recover, Catherine. But.he has no memory." Catherine nodded.
"He doesn't answer when I call," she whispered tearfully. Sydney looked at her quizzically. She went on to explain.
"I call him in our heads, like Gramma and Tommy do. Daddy doesn't answer anymore." She looked down at her food and began to eat, having finished with what she said. Sydney thought on this as he ate his own lunch in silence as well.
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Four Days Later
All the adults, with the exception of Jarod and Angelo, sat in the spacious den of Lyle's house. Parker had called a meeting, and no one had any idea what it was about. Catherine was being put to bed by Angelo, and Jarod was already asleep. Silence filled the room as the occupants all looked expectantly over to Angela Parker Woodman. She looked each one of them in the eyes before starting.
"Jarod is slowly recovering from his withdrawal. Sadly, the side effect of this drug caused his amnesia. He remembers nothing. Absolutely nothing. He doesn't even know who he is, but then again he never really did in the first place." She sighed and continued.
"There's nothing we can do, nothing I can do, to make him remember. But, we can try to help him along. I suggest taking him back to our home, in Kentucky, for the remainder of his infirm," she paused for breath, "you all are welcome. We haven't had visitors in, well, pretty much never. And it's such a big house. We---I---need something to fill that space." She pleaded with her eyes, but her face remained straight. Sydney knew she was bringing out the Miss Parker persona to keep herself sane, it was the only way she knew to cope. His heart ached for her, but he knew that he could not intervene until she came to him. It was the way she worked.
"That's a g-good idea, Angela," Broots spoke up. They glanced at each other briefly, sharing a private moment. Sydney couldn't help but wonder at this change. His train of thought was broken as Lyle spoke.
"Yeah, Sis. I would love to visit. I mean, only a few months ago, I thought you were dead." He chuckled softly. Parker's eyes met his and she bit her lip imperceptibly. But Sydney caught it. He leaned forward in his seat.
"Parker, you know how I would love to come and see where you live. Count me in," he murmured. She closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them, there were tears standing still in them. She inhaled deeply.
"Thank you, guys," she whispered hoarsely. Broots was the first to get up and embrace her. Parker hugged back, and she cried on his shoulder. He held her while sobs racked her frame. Sydney watched in awe at this sudden change in the Broots-Parker relationship. Something had transpired between the two, and Sydney was glad. With Jarod in the state that he was in, Parker needed someone to cling to.
Each man took turns hugging the exhausted woman, each of them feeling a sense of protectiveness for her. For so long she had been "one of the guys", and now she was completely changed. Different, but in a good way.
Angela wiped her nose on her sleeve and cleared her throat. She looked at each of the men again, nodded her head, and walked out of the room. The meeting was over. They all watched Angela leave, then moved to talk amongst themselves.
"Broots, is she okay?" asked Sydney. Broots looked at the older man.
"She will be, Sydney. She will be," he remarked. Lyle looked at the two of them.
"I hope so, Broots," replied Lyle. Sydney nodded in agreement. After standing together for a moment, they headed off to their separate rooms.
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Catherine lay in bed next to Angelo that night. She looked over at the huge man-child, and smiled to herself. He was such a wonderful person. He had been there when she was taken away from Mommy. He was there now when Daddy was having problems. He was beautiful.
She sighed as she settled under the covers, pulling them tighter around her. While she appeared outwardly to be calm and sleepy, inwardly she was buzzing with excitement. She was going home! She had missed her home so very much. Even though it had only been a month, a lot had changed in that month. The weather grew colder, most of the leaves fell, and the skies were cloudy most of the time.
She couldn't wait to get home to see Maggie, her wonderful horse. She also wanted to see Joe, who she knew must be worried about her and her parents. She sighed once more, nestling her head against her overstuffed pillow. Things would be good again. She knew it.
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Harrison, Kentucky
One Week Later
"Welcome home, Jarod," Parker stated. The man who now had no memory stepped out of the van, looking around with curious eyes. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Then he shook his head. He was so frustrated! He couldn't stand this not knowing who he was. He was sick of being told things and not remembering what the person was talking about. Sure, these people had been very understanding and tried not talking too much about the "past." But Jarod still felt helpless.
That Angela woman, the one who was supposed to be his wife, had been nothing but nice to him. -Of course she's nice, you two are supposed to be married- came a voice that he did not recognize. He looked around, wondering if he was going insane.
"Joe!" shouted a small voice. Jarod looked down to see the blonde-headed Catherine running as fast as her short, stubby legs would carry her towards a burly man standing in the driveway with outstretched arms. Jarod smiled as he witnessed the man pick up the girl and swing her around before giving her a huge hug. His heart melted a little over the sweetness of the child. Even though memories of her were non-existent, he loved her all the same.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" asked Angela, who had picked a spot beside Jarod to stand. He turned his warm brown eyes to her cool blue ones.
"Yes, she is," he whispered. He looked away, taking in the landscape once more. Angela kept her eyes on him, struggling to keep her emotions at bay. She clenched her jaw, knowing that it wasn't his fault he couldn't remember. -No, it's yours-whispered a harsh voice. She inwardly shuddered at the voice that had left her alone for some time now. Then she knew that it would never leave her; it would always be a part of her.
She walked away from the distant man and headed towards Joe, who was holding her daughter. Upon seeing Angela's face, Joe whispered something to Catherine and set her down. The toddler ran off to Angelo, excitedly motioning towards the pasture and the barns. Joe smiled at his boss, and nodded his head slightly in greeting. She cleared her throat.
"Hey, Joe," she nearly whispered. He looked into her eyes.
"What's wrong, Angie?" he asked, instantly using the familiar nickname to show his friendship. She pursed her lips and looked heavenward.
"Lots, Joe." Confusion showed in his eyes.
"But everyone's home, Angie. They're safe; unharmed." He looked into her eyes.
"Yeah, they are. But Jarod.he-he has amnesia. He remembers nothing. And it's so hard," she whispered painfully. Joe watched as his boss, the woman made of solid rock, nearly broke down and then fought to bring her emotions back under control. His heart sighed at her trouble. He had secretly been attracted to her since his first day. As time went on, he even fell in love with her. He'd attempted to date her, asking rather persistently. But she always turned him down with a sweet and simple no. Then, Jarod came on the scene. At first, Joe had been jealous. But then he noticed his boss becoming happier; filled with life. At the news of their engagement, he both rejoiced and mourned.
His eyes lowered and caught the size of her stomach. His gaze shot back up to hers. She nodded slightly.
"I'm about four or five months along," she whispered, looking back to Jarod. Joe didn't look away. When she turned back, he shifted his feet.
"Does he.does he know that it's his?" asked Joe. She shrugged sadly. He sighed and looked away. He clenched his jaw as he worked to keep his emotions under control.
"What is it, Joe?" she inquired. He looked back at her. If only he could tell her. Life simply was not fair. Here Joe was, a man who loved her, a man who would take care of her and Catherine for the rest of his days. But there Angela was, a woman who only had eyes for a man who couldn't remember a thing about his past with her, a woman who was in love with a man who would only cause her heartbreak.
Angela saw what was in his eyes and shook her head. She worked her own jaw as she whispered, "Don't.don't you dare." Joe stepped back slightly.
"Joe, I have been a kind boss and good friend. That's it. That's all it will ever be. I never thought I would fall in love until Jarod found me. Now, Jarod is the one who's lost. I need to help find him. And if you don't like it.you know what to do," she said in a low murmur, issuing a direct challenge to her stableman. They stared each other down until Joe backed away more.
"I would never leave this ranch. Or you. I'm not that stupid." He looked into her eyes for a bit longer, then turned and walked towards the pasture. Angela crossed her arms and looked up, blinking her eyes against the tears that stung her eyes.
"Miss.are you all right?" asked a voice that sent small chills down her spine. She turned and looked Jarod right in the face. She shook her head and walked away, leaving Jarod confused in her wake.
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One Week Later
Sydney sighed as Jarod pounded the table in frustration.
"I don't remember! Why can't we just leave it alone?!" he growled. Sydney came up behind the man who he had considered a son for the longest time.
"Because, Jarod, you need to remember something. Maybe in the process of trying to remember this big thing, you can remember some small things. Then a chain reaction might happen, in which you remember everything," he explained in a smooth, gentle voice. Jarod turned and looked into the unfamiliar face that he had gotten to know so well over the past week. After a few moments, his face crumpled. He covered his head in his hands and wept, keening wails being ripped out from his throat. In an instant, Sydney had the distraught man in his arms, stroking his head.
Parker and Ethan watched unnoticed from the doorway. They exchanged a look. She placed a hand to her mouth and left the room. Ethan closed his eyes and shook his head. When would the constant heartache end?
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Parker sat at the kitchen table hours later with her hand to her abdomen, staring out into space. Jarod found her like that, and sat down across from her. He waited until her attention focused on him before he spoke.
"Miss.Angela, I am sorry for what this must be doing to you. I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do," he pleaded desperately. She looked at Jarod for a moment, then looked down.
"I've been thinking.that maybe it would be better for you if you.spent some time out of this house. I've been speaking with Joe, my foreman, and he's agreed to allow you to stay at his house. It's off the property. You can have the chance to get away from this.this pressure to remember. You can visit here as much as you like. But it's up to you." After finishing, she looked back up. The look of relief on his face was answer enough for her. She nodded and said, "He'll be expecting you tomorrow," before getting up and heading upstairs to her room. Once she shut the door, she sank to her knees, then laid down on the floor, and sobbed with all her heart.
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The Next Day
Parker stood outside, her arms crossed to prevent being cold. She watched as Joe drove his rusty truck out of her driveway, Jarod in the passenger seat. After they disappeared from sight, she turned and walked back in the house. Absentmindedly, she noted that the air smelled like winter; a snow was lingering around the next corner.
"Parker," whispered Sydney once she had entered the house. She turned and looked at him.
"Yes," she answered in a calm voice. The older man waited a few moments before continuing.
"Do you think it was all that wise to let Jarod just leave like that? I would think the best way he would remember would be while he was surrounded by constant things and people from his past." Parker shook her head.
"No, Syd. I don't think it was wise. But it was the right thing to do. I can't keep him here. It's too hard on him, and it's too hard on me. He needs this. So do I." With her stare, she dared him to defy her. He looked down in concession. Parker nodded. She continued.
"I've got your Ids all finished. I don't mean to sound hateful, but you can leave when you want. Get your life started." She smiled genuinely. She didn't want them to leave, but they had to for their sake. And they knew it.
Lyle looked at her sadly. Sydney had the same look on his face. No one spoke. Then Broots broke the silence.
"Angela, I'd like to stay, if you don't mind. I like this town, and Debbie wants a change. Do you mind?" Parker looked at him. A faint smile crossed her face before it swiftly faded.
"I don't mind, Eddie. Not at all. It's totally up to you." The two looked at each other for a brief moment. Then Angela looked away. She placed her hand on her stomach and sighed.
"Parker," Sydney spoke up, "as much as I hate to say it, I know I have to leave. I can't stay here and watch the two of you go through this pain. But I also know that if I stay, I'll only be an impediment to the healing process. I'll just try to play the doctor and make everything worse." Angela nodded, then smiled.
"I know, Sydney," she whispered, "that's why I told you to leave." She chuckled lowly, and then sniffed. The older man nodded as well.
Lyle and Ethan looked at each other. Earlier, they had decided to live with each other. Even though they had just been reunited with their formerly dead sister, they needed to move on. They couldn't stand to see her like this. She knew it, too. For that reason, there was no need for words.
After a long silence, the men left. Angela sat down on the couch by herself. She absentmindedly placed a hand over her swollen abdomen, making a mental note to go see her doctor.
"Mommy, look-a!" cried Catherine. Parker looked up from her daze to see her daughter riding on Angelo's back like she would on Maggie's. The two on the floor then collapsed, giggling loudly. Angela smiled softly. Her daughter had found a playmate in one of the human beings she herself had cherished as a child.
She sighed quietly. She couldn't wait for the new little one to come into the world. She only hoped that the father would be there for it.
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Joe's Home Two Weeks Later
Jarod, sitting on the easy chair, sighed deeply while looking out the big bay window. Joe looked up from his reading and asked, "You okay, man?" Jarod looked back at him with eyes that spoke of deep pain. Joe swallowed at the sight. When Jarod had first come into his home two weeks earlier, Joe had resented the fact that he'd offered his home as a place to stay. Jarod was the "enemy", so to speak. But as the days went on, Jarod found a spot in Joe's heart. The anguish in those deep brown eyes was more than enough to make Joe care.
Obviously, Jarod was in pain over his circumstances. He wasn't oblivious to the situation, even though he couldn't remember. As much as it would hurt Joe in the end, he knew he had to help the anguished man.
"I'm doing fine, Joe. Thanks for asking. It's just.she's pregnant," he whispered in awe. Joe looked at him quizzically.
"Didn't you notice it before?" he asked. Jarod looked at him.
"No. I was so wrapped up in what was going on with me, that I never really noticed her circumstances." Joe nodded slightly.
"What can I do, Joe? I want to make it right, but I don't know how. I want to remember, I want to wait until I remember, but I don't know how long that will take. What can I do?" he asked. Joe pondered this for a while.
Inwardly, he struggled. What he said next could make or break his boss' marriage. He knew what was the right thing to say. But he also knew what a small part of him wanted to say as well. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
"Get to know her all over again. It will definitely not make up for the past you two have. Angie hasn't told me much, but from what she's said, and what she hasn't said, you two have a pretty complicated and long history. But it's a start. Maybe in the process you can remember, maybe not. Romance her. Fall in love with her all over again. That's the only way to make it right." He didn't look at Jarod. He just kept his eyes on the floor.
Jarod didn't miss that. Then he knew what that must have cost Joe. He could tell that he was in love with Angela. That realization hit Jarod like a ton of bricks. Joe didn't have to take him in. Jarod could have been sitting in that hell of being slapped with constant reminders that he wasn't remembering. He also didn't have to offer this advice to Jarod. But he did. Jarod thanked Joe, grabbed his coat, and left the house, needing to sort out his thoughts, and to start anew with Angela Parker Woodman.
Joe watched the man leave, chuckled to himself, then went back to his reading. He whispered to himself, "I hope you're happy, Angie. You'd better be. I just sacrificed my only shot." He chuckled once more and shook his head slightly.
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"Mommy! Look-a! It's snow!" cried the blonde-headed girl before breakfast. Both Angela and Debbie, who had arrived the week earlier, laughed. Debbie and Broots were staying in Angela's house until they could find one of their own in town.
"Yes, baby. It's snow. Maybe after breakfast you and I can go out and play." The curly haired child let out a shriek that startled the two other females in the room. A few moments later, a visibly tired Broots stumbled into the kitchen. He rubbed his face and asked, "What on earth was that?" Parker and Debbie looked at each other, then looked at a very sheepish Catherine, then broke down in peals of laughter.
True to her word, Angela bundled up Catherine, and the two headed out to play in the snow. Angela's heart was near-bursting with joy at the sight of her daughter frolicking about. Soon, the two collapsed onto the ground to make snow angels. Parker closed her eyes as she moved her legs and arms back and forth. The movements were soothing to her.
"Well, well. Who would have thought that I'd encounter two beautiful angels on my walk?" came a deep voice directly above her. Angela's movements stopped first, then her heart skipped a beat. She inhaled the crisp, cold air before opening her eyes. A pair of warm brown ones met her gaze. They stared at each other for a few moments before Catherine cried out.
"Daddy!" She ambled up from her position on the ground and hugged his leg. Parker pushed herself up into a sitting position with her hands and simply watched. Jarod picked up his daughter while maintaining his hold on Parker's eyes. He whispered something into Catherine's ear, then let her down. She ran off towards the house, leaving the two adults alone. A long silence fell between them.
Before Angela could make a move to stand up, Jarod sat down in front of her. Her heart pounded, wondering what he could want.
"Angela, I've been doing some thinking. No, I haven't remembered much. Nothing about you and I. But after asking advice from a friend, I have an idea of what to do now." He gauged her reaction carefully before going on.
"I want to get to know you. I want to try to bring back some of the things between us. I.I want to become your husband again. In time, of course. But just know that I want to." He turned to walk away, and Angela stood up and walked after him.
"What brought you to this, Jarod. Why?" she asked painfully. Jarod turned around and looked into her tear-filled eyes.
"Because.there's this pain in my heart that I can not understand. That's why." They stood there, looking into each other's eyes for a long time. In the depths of those brown orbs, Parker saw a glimmer of the old Jarod. She nodded slightly, and watched him walk away. Once he was out of sight, she sank to her knees. She cried once more, as she had been crying for weeks. Only, these tears had something different about them; there was a little joy in them.
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Two Months Later
Angela nervously checked her appearance one last time in the mirror of the foyer before answering the doorbell. She opened the door, and there stood Jarod with a smile on his face and roses in his hand. Her eyes went from his face to the flowers, and then she smiled as well.
"Jarod, you shouldn't have." she whispered under her breath. He shook his head.
"No, I didn't. But I wanted to; that's what matters." She smiled even wider and took the flowers from his hand. She quickly gave them to Debbie in the kitchen to put them in water. When Parker came out from the kitchen, she saw Jarod standing there, holding her coat. Even though she really didn't need it, she took it anyway.
Spring was already arriving. Winter seemed to fly by. The weather was warm enough for just a long sleeved shirt instead of a coat. Her stomach was bulging. Sydney's earlier diagnosis had been correct; she was expecting twins. Because of that, she seemed ready to pop when she had only a couple of months left to go.
Jarod had been true to his word. The two had started "dating" almost immediately. Quickly, they became extremely close. Even though Jarod still had no memory, old habits were beginning to shine through. Everyday was filled with new surprises.
"Ready to go?" came a deep voice to her ears. She nodded and looked up into his eyes.
"Catherine needs to go to bed in two hours, she's already eaten. Do whatever you want after that," she instructed Debbie, who had become Angela's babysitter as of late. The two left and walked out to the minivan. After letting Angela in, Jarod moved to the driver's side and started the van.
"Excited?" he asked as he was backing out of the driveway.
"Very. I've wanted to see this play since forever." The two looked at each other and smiled before going on their way.
Hours later, after the play, they were sitting in a restaurant eating a late dinner. Angela sipped her sparkling apple cider and listened intently to what Jarod was saying. She felt like she was falling in love with him all over again. It was amazing; his amnesia gave them a second chance. Because of their childhood at the Centre, they had never had the opportunity to actually date someone, much less each other. It was a wonderful, new thing to her.
"I know, Jarod. All the time, I feel like that," she chuckled, "but I just learn to live with it. The least you can do is-" she cut off abruptly. A look came across her face that frightened Jarod. He quickly moved to her side, but not before she placed a hand to her abdomen and scrunching her face up in pain.
"Jarod!" she ground out, "It's starting! Hospital, now!" He nodded and gently helped her from her seat. He tossed a few bills at the waiter, who looked at him understandingly. Then he escorted her to the van, got in, and sped off in the direction of the hospital.
"Angel, honey, it's gonna be okay," he murmured soothingly. Parker nodded, while doing Lamaze breathing. He placed a hand on her thigh and rubbed up and down gently, hoping he was being of some comfort to her. He pushed the gas pedal down more as he swallowed hard. He didn't want her to have these babies anywhere but in the safety of the hospital. The sound of laughter brought him out of his worried haze. He looked to the woman beside him.
"I have a while, dear. The kids aren't just going to pop out anytime soon. The contractions have stopped for now. They're about fifteen minutes apart. I have some time. Now please, could you slow down, sweetie. I don't want to get in a wreck before these babies are born." Jarod grinned sheepishly as he let off of the gas.
Once they reached the hospital, the two were rushed into the room where Parker would deliver. She was already seven centimeters dilated, so she had about a couple of hours or so, based on her last pregnancy. When everything had calmed down, Jarod sat by her side and held her hand. Parker smiled.
"Hey, there. Smile," she ordered softly. She grinned even bigger at the face that dimpled before her. Jarod's mind rested for a bit as she closed her eyes and leaned back. He was brought back to reality, however, with a sharp squeeze to his hand. He looked to the woman at his side, whose face was scrunched up in pain.
"Breathe, honey. Breathe," he whispered, leaning forward in his seat. He took his other hand and placed it to her flushed face as she took in panting breaths. Something in his heart clenched at the sight of her. It almost took his own breath away, so amazing and sudden was this feeling. He swallowed and tried to figure out what he was feeling and thinking while running his hand through her curly, damp hair repeatedly.
Once the contraction had passed, she opened her eyes and looked into his concerned ones. What she saw there startled her. It reminded her of the day after the rape, when he was washing her hair. She had no idea if he was aware of the depth in his eyes, but she was.
Her thought were halted as another contraction seized her, this time more intense. A cry escaped from her lips, low and anguished. Jarod moved forward even more, gripping her hand tightly.
"Remember to breathe," he said steadily. Doing as she was told, she inhaled deeply. But instead of exhaling, she let out another cry. A soft, low moan came out as the contraction left her. She collapsed back against the pillow and whimpered with each breath she took.
"Honey, did this happen with Catherine," asked a concerned Jarod. She weakly shook her head back and forth, but yet another contraction got ahold of her. She cried out again, this time more painfully than before. She released her hold of Jarod's hand and clutched at her abdomen. Tears streamed down her face as she attempted to breathe.
Jarod rapidly hit the call button and soon enough nurses flooded the room. He was pushed aside as they hovered over the woman in pain. He hated not being involved. He knew something was wrong. From what he'd seen of Angela, he knew she didn't wimp out at pain. Something had to be seriously wrong.
His suspicions were confirmed as a few nurses hurried out of the room while the others made Angela able to be mobile.
"What's going on?" he voiced anxiously. A slim, female nurse looked at him.
"Mr. Woodman?" He nodded.
"We need to take her into a specialized delivery room. We're going to try to have her deliver normally, but if complications arise, she'll be around the right equipment for a C-section. Right now, the contractions are very intense, and right on top of each other. She hasn't been here long enough for an epidural, so the pain is even more so increased. She should be about ready. You want to go in with her?" Jarod swallowed, then nodded.
"Well, go with Nurse Johnson. He'll get you in some scrubs and you can be with her during the births." She smiled and hurried off. A welcoming looking man gently touched Jarod's arm and led him into the hall, where the spare scrub suits were. As soon as he was clothed in the greenish looking garments, he was led into Angela's delivery room.
The two were left alone for a few minutes when she was in between contractions. Jarod knelt at her side and took ahold of her hand. He asked with concern in his eyes, "Are you all right?" She smiled weakly and smiled. She then lifted a trembling hand and stroked his smooth cheek.
"I'm fine, baby. I'll be okay," she whispered. She inhaled sharply as another contraction hit her, but this time she did not cry out. As it left her, she exhaled and smiled. Jarod smiled back as she relaxed. Soon, the doctor and nurses came in the room and prepped her for the birth.
"Okay, Angela, with the next contraction, you need to push for me, all right?" She nodded as she sat up, gripping Jarod's hand tightly in anticipation for the coming event. She took a few deep breaths, feeling herself tense up. As beads of sweat rolled down her face, she felt the contraction begin to take hold.
At the sharp squeeze her hand gave his, Jarod placed his other hand at her back to support her and whispered, "You can do this, honey. Just keep breathing. Push." She released her pent up breath and her chest heaved for a few seconds before taking another breath and scrunching her face with the effort of pushing out their child. As Jarod looked upon her face, realization dawned on him.
He loved this woman.
After this realization, memories flooded him, causing that moment in time to freeze as he remembered his life instantaneously. He recalled his childhood at the Centre, his escape, his game of cat-and-mouse with the woman by his side. Then he remembered her rape, and the aftermath; the devastation caused by her apparent suicide. Next, he remembered the elation at finding her alive, then later the love he felt for her almost instantly. Finally, he remembered Catherine's abduction, and his failed rescue attempt.
He looked again to Parker's face, which was red with exertion. A loud cry escaped her lips, as another cry came out of nowhere. At the moment of his child's birth, Jarod whispered for her ears alone, "I love you, Parker." Panting, she looked up at him. Her breathing slowed at the look in his eyes. It was a look of genuine love, and realization. He remembered! She didn't know how she knew, but she did.
Her next contraction, far more intense than any before stopped her elation. It took her unaware, knocking the breath out of her. She arched her back in pain and screamed, sending chills down Jarod's spine. He had never heard her like this, even after the rape. He nervously looked back and forth between the doctors and Angela. Suddenly, the screaming stopped. All eyes were on the still form on the bed. Soon, a low moan escaped her throat, even though her mouth was closed.
"Angela?" asked the doctor, "the next baby's head is crowning as we speak. You need to push one more time for me, one more good push, and we'll be done. You can rest then. Okay?" After a moment or two, she nodded imperceptibly. Jarod placed a hand on her stomach, stroking her hand with his other one. He could feel her muscles tightening up before she moved to sit. She took a few heaving breaths. Then she pushed with all that she had. A few seconds later, she screamed while still pushing. Soon, a new cry mingled with hers, creating a disarmingly moving harmony.
Tears fell from Jarod's eyes as his children were handed to him. He took one, cradling it in his arms. He looked up to the nurse. In the confusion, he hadn't heard what sex the babies were. She smiled knowingly.
"You have a boy and a girl, Mr. Woodman. Congratulations." She smiled again. Jarod turned to the love of his life. She smiled weakly. She took a breath.
"It must run in the family," she whispered hoarsely. Jarod moved closer to her and kissed her damp brow, then her lips. He pulled away slightly. He whispered something to her while his lips were still touching hers.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
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Two Months Later
"Catherine," Jarod called out in a sing-song tone, "it's time for your bath." He heard a shriek, then running feet. He chuckled. That girl hated baths. He shook his head as he stood up. As he was making his way to her, he looked up and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Sydney," he whispered breathlessly. The older man nodded. Unable to contain himself any longer, Jarod swiftly moved over to him and embraced him tightly. He bit his lip to try to quell the tears, but was unsuccessful. Both men took a few minutes to compose themselves. Then they parted.
"I didn't think you'd be able to come. I didn't think you wanted to come. I wasn't exactly congenial in my treatment towards you at times," he murmured. Sydney chuckled.
"Jarod, you weren't yourself then. You are now. I've always considered you my son. Did I ever tell you that?" he asked. Jarod shook his head.
"Well, I have. I love you as a son, the son I thought I never had. Even when I found Nicholas, I still considered you as my son. I always will. I want you to know that." The two men embraced once more before hearing the giggle of a young girl. They both turned and saw young Catherine standing behind them, looking quite sheepish. Jarod growled playfully and swept her up in his arms, bouncing her a bit before standing still.
"It is time for this girl's bath, but I'm sure she would love to socialize with her Paw-Paw Sydney after that, right?"
"Right," she said, nodding her blonde head seriously. The two men laughed as Jarod exited the room. Sydney wandered around a bit before finding Angela in the kitchen, cooking dinner. She turned around and smiled before turning back to her cooking.
"Hey, Freud. How are you doing?" He chuckled at the use of her old nickname for him.
"Fine, fine. Michelle sends her condolences, for she couldn't come. Nicholas and his wife are doing wonderful. My practice is doing great. But I'm thinking of retiring, spending time with my family." Angela nodded.
"Parker, does Jarod know about Catherine yet?" Her stirring movements ceased. She laid the spoon down and turned to face the older man who was her mentor for the longest time.
"No. After the twins were born, I was so weak. Most of that time was spent recuperating. Then, the time just flew by. I actually was planning on telling him very soon. Thank you for reminding me." Her lower lip trembled slightly. Sydney walked towards her and gathered her in his arms. He stroked her hair soothingly as he hugged her.
"Just as long as he finds out, Parker. That's all that matters." He continued embracing her until she moved back slightly. She nodded her thanks, sniffed, and went back to her cooking.
"Speaking of the twins," she spoke up, "they're in the next room. Debbie's keeping them company. Go and see them." Sydney could hear the smile in her voice as he made his way into the den.
There sat Parker May and Lyle James Woodman, all aglow with joy. They were the most beautiful children he had ever seen. They both had soft black curls atop their heads already and amazing-looking blue eyes. Of course, Sydney was sure that the eye color would change, but one never knew with Angela and Jarod. The two infants cooed at the sight of the new person in the room. He smiled back at them and knelt to touch their outstretched fists. He looked for Debbie, and then found her asleep on the couch. So he sat down and attempted to keep them somewhat quiet while she rested.
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Two Days Later
Angela lay in Jarod's arms, watching the sunrise through the sky light window. At the feel of Jarod's lips on her neck, she closed her eyes and stretched her neck to the side.
"Good morning, Angel," he murmured raggedly, his voice rough with sleep. She smiled lazily. Then she turned to him and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. They shared a deep kiss, and then rested their foreheads against each other's.
"Jarod, I-I have something to tell you," she whispered. He moved his head back slightly.
"You're not.?"
"No!" she chuckled and shook her head, "no, I'm definitely not pregnant again. It concerns Catherine. Jarod-you're her father." He nodded.
"I know I'm her father. I adopted her, remember?" She shook her head.
"You're not listening. You are Catherine's biological father." She let the words sink in. After a pause, Jarod brought up a question.
"How can that be, babe? I had never.slept with you until we married." Angela swallowed hard.
"I think you should see this. It will explain everything." She got out of the bed and went to the computer desk. She retrieved a small silver disc from a slot and placed it in a DSA player. Jarod left the bed as well and stood beside his wife. She hit the play button, and let him watch the entirety of the DSA.
After the footage was over, she turned off the player, then looked at his face. A mix of emotions played over his countenance. She saw rage, fear, and elation on his face. She reached over and rubbed his arms.
"Jarod, honey. She -is-your daughter. I'd always wondered why she took to your presence so easily. She knew, Jarod. She knew, and she loved you." He looked into her eyes. The rage he felt over what the Centre had done that was beginning to boil over suddenly cooled down. He realized that the little girl that was so precious to his heart was his. His breath left him in a rush as he grabbed his wife and hugged her tightly. She chuckled breathlessly. He was going to be okay.
They were going to be okay.
THE END
Author's note: Wow! What a ride, huh? I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I had no idea that the story would end this way until just now. Thank you guys for the reviews that you've sent. They've really inspired me to continue on in this fic, even when I didn't want to. Since yesterday was my birthday, this will be my gift to you guys. Until next time.
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Rating: PG
Category: Sequel to Breakdown, Resurrection, Outrage, and Salvation. As I've said before, read the first chapters first. That way, nothing is spoiled and the pleasure is increased for y'all.
Timeline: After IOTH, definitely
Spoilers: Probably, just about anything can be a spoiler these days.
Keywords: JMPR, possibly others
Summary: Jarod can't remember anything. What will become of his relationship to Angela? Will he ever find out about Catherine?
Disclaimer: Okay, I apologize for that last disclaimer. I was feeling bitter over the fact that there will be NO MORE PRETENDER! But I'm okay. That's why I write fanfic. These characters are not mine, except for Ashley and Veronica and Catherine. They're mine! Mwa-Hahahahahahahaha!
Author's Note: I thank y'all for being so patient. I had terrible writer's block with that last story. I kind of dug myself into a hole for awhile. So I'm getting this part down while the creative juices are still flowing. I hope you enjoy. And please send feedback. I'd like to know what all I could have done differently, to help out with the next fic. And thank you to all who -have- sent feedback: you have really inspired me to continue with the saga. Love y'all!
St. Louis, Missouri
Parker softly closed the door behind her. She leaned against it and raised her hands to cover her mouth. A sob escaped and she slid down to the floor. She covered her face and cried. She cried more than she had over the past month. Granted, her pregnant state did nothing to help, but she was in complete disbelief and shock over what had just happened.
Jarod had amnesia.
Parker thought back to their conversation in his sickroom, when he had woken up.
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"Who are you?"
Parker's face fell at that question. Her mind raced for an explanation.
"I.I'm your wife, Jarod. Don't you remember?" she stammered, unable to grasp what was going on. He just looked at her like one would at a nice stranger. He shook his head.
"No, you're not familiar to me. In fact, I have no clue where I'm at right now." They stared into each other's eyes. Parker's jaw trembled as she hoped for any glimmer of recognition. There was none.
"Miss, when do I get to leave?" he asked in an amiable voice. Angela's eyes searched his rapidly, darting back and forth. Nothing. She looked down and swallowed.
"When you mend completely. You've been through a lot." She cleared her throat and excused herself. When she had reached the door, she looked back to find him sleeping again. She lingered a bit longer, wistfully watching him. After a sigh, Angela opened the door and stepped out of the room.
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"M-Miss Parker?" stuttered Broots, causing Angela to start visibly. She looked up, saw who was in front of her, and then closed her eyes, laughing mirthlessly.
"Call me Angela," she said in a hoarse voice, "that's who I am now." Broots nodded somberly and sat beside her.
"What is it, Angela? What's wrong?" he asked with a concerned look on his face. Angela's reddened eyes met Broots' worried ones.
"Jarod.he.," she sighed in frustration, "he's got amnesia!" She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with her fingers. She sniffled and then exhaled. Broots placed a hand on her arm.
"I.I'm sorry, Angela. I'm here for you, if you need it." He held his breath, waiting for the lashing he knew he would get for suggesting to Miss Parker that she needed help. Angela looked at him for a long moment.
"Thank you.Broots," she whispered. Broots smiled softly.
"Call me Eddie," he replied. Parker smiled back at him and nodded slightly.
"Okay," she whispered.
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Two Days Later
"Paw-Paw Sydney, is Daddy gonna be okay?" Catherine asked as Sydney sat down to eat lunch with her. He looked at her hesitantly, then answered.
"He will recover just fine, my darling Catherine." The toddler gave him a look.
"You know what I mean, Paw-Paw Sydney." Sydney looked around before looking back at the blonde child.
"He will recover, Catherine. But.he has no memory." Catherine nodded.
"He doesn't answer when I call," she whispered tearfully. Sydney looked at her quizzically. She went on to explain.
"I call him in our heads, like Gramma and Tommy do. Daddy doesn't answer anymore." She looked down at her food and began to eat, having finished with what she said. Sydney thought on this as he ate his own lunch in silence as well.
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Four Days Later
All the adults, with the exception of Jarod and Angelo, sat in the spacious den of Lyle's house. Parker had called a meeting, and no one had any idea what it was about. Catherine was being put to bed by Angelo, and Jarod was already asleep. Silence filled the room as the occupants all looked expectantly over to Angela Parker Woodman. She looked each one of them in the eyes before starting.
"Jarod is slowly recovering from his withdrawal. Sadly, the side effect of this drug caused his amnesia. He remembers nothing. Absolutely nothing. He doesn't even know who he is, but then again he never really did in the first place." She sighed and continued.
"There's nothing we can do, nothing I can do, to make him remember. But, we can try to help him along. I suggest taking him back to our home, in Kentucky, for the remainder of his infirm," she paused for breath, "you all are welcome. We haven't had visitors in, well, pretty much never. And it's such a big house. We---I---need something to fill that space." She pleaded with her eyes, but her face remained straight. Sydney knew she was bringing out the Miss Parker persona to keep herself sane, it was the only way she knew to cope. His heart ached for her, but he knew that he could not intervene until she came to him. It was the way she worked.
"That's a g-good idea, Angela," Broots spoke up. They glanced at each other briefly, sharing a private moment. Sydney couldn't help but wonder at this change. His train of thought was broken as Lyle spoke.
"Yeah, Sis. I would love to visit. I mean, only a few months ago, I thought you were dead." He chuckled softly. Parker's eyes met his and she bit her lip imperceptibly. But Sydney caught it. He leaned forward in his seat.
"Parker, you know how I would love to come and see where you live. Count me in," he murmured. She closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them, there were tears standing still in them. She inhaled deeply.
"Thank you, guys," she whispered hoarsely. Broots was the first to get up and embrace her. Parker hugged back, and she cried on his shoulder. He held her while sobs racked her frame. Sydney watched in awe at this sudden change in the Broots-Parker relationship. Something had transpired between the two, and Sydney was glad. With Jarod in the state that he was in, Parker needed someone to cling to.
Each man took turns hugging the exhausted woman, each of them feeling a sense of protectiveness for her. For so long she had been "one of the guys", and now she was completely changed. Different, but in a good way.
Angela wiped her nose on her sleeve and cleared her throat. She looked at each of the men again, nodded her head, and walked out of the room. The meeting was over. They all watched Angela leave, then moved to talk amongst themselves.
"Broots, is she okay?" asked Sydney. Broots looked at the older man.
"She will be, Sydney. She will be," he remarked. Lyle looked at the two of them.
"I hope so, Broots," replied Lyle. Sydney nodded in agreement. After standing together for a moment, they headed off to their separate rooms.
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Catherine lay in bed next to Angelo that night. She looked over at the huge man-child, and smiled to herself. He was such a wonderful person. He had been there when she was taken away from Mommy. He was there now when Daddy was having problems. He was beautiful.
She sighed as she settled under the covers, pulling them tighter around her. While she appeared outwardly to be calm and sleepy, inwardly she was buzzing with excitement. She was going home! She had missed her home so very much. Even though it had only been a month, a lot had changed in that month. The weather grew colder, most of the leaves fell, and the skies were cloudy most of the time.
She couldn't wait to get home to see Maggie, her wonderful horse. She also wanted to see Joe, who she knew must be worried about her and her parents. She sighed once more, nestling her head against her overstuffed pillow. Things would be good again. She knew it.
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Harrison, Kentucky
One Week Later
"Welcome home, Jarod," Parker stated. The man who now had no memory stepped out of the van, looking around with curious eyes. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Then he shook his head. He was so frustrated! He couldn't stand this not knowing who he was. He was sick of being told things and not remembering what the person was talking about. Sure, these people had been very understanding and tried not talking too much about the "past." But Jarod still felt helpless.
That Angela woman, the one who was supposed to be his wife, had been nothing but nice to him. -Of course she's nice, you two are supposed to be married- came a voice that he did not recognize. He looked around, wondering if he was going insane.
"Joe!" shouted a small voice. Jarod looked down to see the blonde-headed Catherine running as fast as her short, stubby legs would carry her towards a burly man standing in the driveway with outstretched arms. Jarod smiled as he witnessed the man pick up the girl and swing her around before giving her a huge hug. His heart melted a little over the sweetness of the child. Even though memories of her were non-existent, he loved her all the same.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" asked Angela, who had picked a spot beside Jarod to stand. He turned his warm brown eyes to her cool blue ones.
"Yes, she is," he whispered. He looked away, taking in the landscape once more. Angela kept her eyes on him, struggling to keep her emotions at bay. She clenched her jaw, knowing that it wasn't his fault he couldn't remember. -No, it's yours-whispered a harsh voice. She inwardly shuddered at the voice that had left her alone for some time now. Then she knew that it would never leave her; it would always be a part of her.
She walked away from the distant man and headed towards Joe, who was holding her daughter. Upon seeing Angela's face, Joe whispered something to Catherine and set her down. The toddler ran off to Angelo, excitedly motioning towards the pasture and the barns. Joe smiled at his boss, and nodded his head slightly in greeting. She cleared her throat.
"Hey, Joe," she nearly whispered. He looked into her eyes.
"What's wrong, Angie?" he asked, instantly using the familiar nickname to show his friendship. She pursed her lips and looked heavenward.
"Lots, Joe." Confusion showed in his eyes.
"But everyone's home, Angie. They're safe; unharmed." He looked into her eyes.
"Yeah, they are. But Jarod.he-he has amnesia. He remembers nothing. And it's so hard," she whispered painfully. Joe watched as his boss, the woman made of solid rock, nearly broke down and then fought to bring her emotions back under control. His heart sighed at her trouble. He had secretly been attracted to her since his first day. As time went on, he even fell in love with her. He'd attempted to date her, asking rather persistently. But she always turned him down with a sweet and simple no. Then, Jarod came on the scene. At first, Joe had been jealous. But then he noticed his boss becoming happier; filled with life. At the news of their engagement, he both rejoiced and mourned.
His eyes lowered and caught the size of her stomach. His gaze shot back up to hers. She nodded slightly.
"I'm about four or five months along," she whispered, looking back to Jarod. Joe didn't look away. When she turned back, he shifted his feet.
"Does he.does he know that it's his?" asked Joe. She shrugged sadly. He sighed and looked away. He clenched his jaw as he worked to keep his emotions under control.
"What is it, Joe?" she inquired. He looked back at her. If only he could tell her. Life simply was not fair. Here Joe was, a man who loved her, a man who would take care of her and Catherine for the rest of his days. But there Angela was, a woman who only had eyes for a man who couldn't remember a thing about his past with her, a woman who was in love with a man who would only cause her heartbreak.
Angela saw what was in his eyes and shook her head. She worked her own jaw as she whispered, "Don't.don't you dare." Joe stepped back slightly.
"Joe, I have been a kind boss and good friend. That's it. That's all it will ever be. I never thought I would fall in love until Jarod found me. Now, Jarod is the one who's lost. I need to help find him. And if you don't like it.you know what to do," she said in a low murmur, issuing a direct challenge to her stableman. They stared each other down until Joe backed away more.
"I would never leave this ranch. Or you. I'm not that stupid." He looked into her eyes for a bit longer, then turned and walked towards the pasture. Angela crossed her arms and looked up, blinking her eyes against the tears that stung her eyes.
"Miss.are you all right?" asked a voice that sent small chills down her spine. She turned and looked Jarod right in the face. She shook her head and walked away, leaving Jarod confused in her wake.
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One Week Later
Sydney sighed as Jarod pounded the table in frustration.
"I don't remember! Why can't we just leave it alone?!" he growled. Sydney came up behind the man who he had considered a son for the longest time.
"Because, Jarod, you need to remember something. Maybe in the process of trying to remember this big thing, you can remember some small things. Then a chain reaction might happen, in which you remember everything," he explained in a smooth, gentle voice. Jarod turned and looked into the unfamiliar face that he had gotten to know so well over the past week. After a few moments, his face crumpled. He covered his head in his hands and wept, keening wails being ripped out from his throat. In an instant, Sydney had the distraught man in his arms, stroking his head.
Parker and Ethan watched unnoticed from the doorway. They exchanged a look. She placed a hand to her mouth and left the room. Ethan closed his eyes and shook his head. When would the constant heartache end?
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Parker sat at the kitchen table hours later with her hand to her abdomen, staring out into space. Jarod found her like that, and sat down across from her. He waited until her attention focused on him before he spoke.
"Miss.Angela, I am sorry for what this must be doing to you. I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do," he pleaded desperately. She looked at Jarod for a moment, then looked down.
"I've been thinking.that maybe it would be better for you if you.spent some time out of this house. I've been speaking with Joe, my foreman, and he's agreed to allow you to stay at his house. It's off the property. You can have the chance to get away from this.this pressure to remember. You can visit here as much as you like. But it's up to you." After finishing, she looked back up. The look of relief on his face was answer enough for her. She nodded and said, "He'll be expecting you tomorrow," before getting up and heading upstairs to her room. Once she shut the door, she sank to her knees, then laid down on the floor, and sobbed with all her heart.
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The Next Day
Parker stood outside, her arms crossed to prevent being cold. She watched as Joe drove his rusty truck out of her driveway, Jarod in the passenger seat. After they disappeared from sight, she turned and walked back in the house. Absentmindedly, she noted that the air smelled like winter; a snow was lingering around the next corner.
"Parker," whispered Sydney once she had entered the house. She turned and looked at him.
"Yes," she answered in a calm voice. The older man waited a few moments before continuing.
"Do you think it was all that wise to let Jarod just leave like that? I would think the best way he would remember would be while he was surrounded by constant things and people from his past." Parker shook her head.
"No, Syd. I don't think it was wise. But it was the right thing to do. I can't keep him here. It's too hard on him, and it's too hard on me. He needs this. So do I." With her stare, she dared him to defy her. He looked down in concession. Parker nodded. She continued.
"I've got your Ids all finished. I don't mean to sound hateful, but you can leave when you want. Get your life started." She smiled genuinely. She didn't want them to leave, but they had to for their sake. And they knew it.
Lyle looked at her sadly. Sydney had the same look on his face. No one spoke. Then Broots broke the silence.
"Angela, I'd like to stay, if you don't mind. I like this town, and Debbie wants a change. Do you mind?" Parker looked at him. A faint smile crossed her face before it swiftly faded.
"I don't mind, Eddie. Not at all. It's totally up to you." The two looked at each other for a brief moment. Then Angela looked away. She placed her hand on her stomach and sighed.
"Parker," Sydney spoke up, "as much as I hate to say it, I know I have to leave. I can't stay here and watch the two of you go through this pain. But I also know that if I stay, I'll only be an impediment to the healing process. I'll just try to play the doctor and make everything worse." Angela nodded, then smiled.
"I know, Sydney," she whispered, "that's why I told you to leave." She chuckled lowly, and then sniffed. The older man nodded as well.
Lyle and Ethan looked at each other. Earlier, they had decided to live with each other. Even though they had just been reunited with their formerly dead sister, they needed to move on. They couldn't stand to see her like this. She knew it, too. For that reason, there was no need for words.
After a long silence, the men left. Angela sat down on the couch by herself. She absentmindedly placed a hand over her swollen abdomen, making a mental note to go see her doctor.
"Mommy, look-a!" cried Catherine. Parker looked up from her daze to see her daughter riding on Angelo's back like she would on Maggie's. The two on the floor then collapsed, giggling loudly. Angela smiled softly. Her daughter had found a playmate in one of the human beings she herself had cherished as a child.
She sighed quietly. She couldn't wait for the new little one to come into the world. She only hoped that the father would be there for it.
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Joe's Home Two Weeks Later
Jarod, sitting on the easy chair, sighed deeply while looking out the big bay window. Joe looked up from his reading and asked, "You okay, man?" Jarod looked back at him with eyes that spoke of deep pain. Joe swallowed at the sight. When Jarod had first come into his home two weeks earlier, Joe had resented the fact that he'd offered his home as a place to stay. Jarod was the "enemy", so to speak. But as the days went on, Jarod found a spot in Joe's heart. The anguish in those deep brown eyes was more than enough to make Joe care.
Obviously, Jarod was in pain over his circumstances. He wasn't oblivious to the situation, even though he couldn't remember. As much as it would hurt Joe in the end, he knew he had to help the anguished man.
"I'm doing fine, Joe. Thanks for asking. It's just.she's pregnant," he whispered in awe. Joe looked at him quizzically.
"Didn't you notice it before?" he asked. Jarod looked at him.
"No. I was so wrapped up in what was going on with me, that I never really noticed her circumstances." Joe nodded slightly.
"What can I do, Joe? I want to make it right, but I don't know how. I want to remember, I want to wait until I remember, but I don't know how long that will take. What can I do?" he asked. Joe pondered this for a while.
Inwardly, he struggled. What he said next could make or break his boss' marriage. He knew what was the right thing to say. But he also knew what a small part of him wanted to say as well. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
"Get to know her all over again. It will definitely not make up for the past you two have. Angie hasn't told me much, but from what she's said, and what she hasn't said, you two have a pretty complicated and long history. But it's a start. Maybe in the process you can remember, maybe not. Romance her. Fall in love with her all over again. That's the only way to make it right." He didn't look at Jarod. He just kept his eyes on the floor.
Jarod didn't miss that. Then he knew what that must have cost Joe. He could tell that he was in love with Angela. That realization hit Jarod like a ton of bricks. Joe didn't have to take him in. Jarod could have been sitting in that hell of being slapped with constant reminders that he wasn't remembering. He also didn't have to offer this advice to Jarod. But he did. Jarod thanked Joe, grabbed his coat, and left the house, needing to sort out his thoughts, and to start anew with Angela Parker Woodman.
Joe watched the man leave, chuckled to himself, then went back to his reading. He whispered to himself, "I hope you're happy, Angie. You'd better be. I just sacrificed my only shot." He chuckled once more and shook his head slightly.
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"Mommy! Look-a! It's snow!" cried the blonde-headed girl before breakfast. Both Angela and Debbie, who had arrived the week earlier, laughed. Debbie and Broots were staying in Angela's house until they could find one of their own in town.
"Yes, baby. It's snow. Maybe after breakfast you and I can go out and play." The curly haired child let out a shriek that startled the two other females in the room. A few moments later, a visibly tired Broots stumbled into the kitchen. He rubbed his face and asked, "What on earth was that?" Parker and Debbie looked at each other, then looked at a very sheepish Catherine, then broke down in peals of laughter.
True to her word, Angela bundled up Catherine, and the two headed out to play in the snow. Angela's heart was near-bursting with joy at the sight of her daughter frolicking about. Soon, the two collapsed onto the ground to make snow angels. Parker closed her eyes as she moved her legs and arms back and forth. The movements were soothing to her.
"Well, well. Who would have thought that I'd encounter two beautiful angels on my walk?" came a deep voice directly above her. Angela's movements stopped first, then her heart skipped a beat. She inhaled the crisp, cold air before opening her eyes. A pair of warm brown ones met her gaze. They stared at each other for a few moments before Catherine cried out.
"Daddy!" She ambled up from her position on the ground and hugged his leg. Parker pushed herself up into a sitting position with her hands and simply watched. Jarod picked up his daughter while maintaining his hold on Parker's eyes. He whispered something into Catherine's ear, then let her down. She ran off towards the house, leaving the two adults alone. A long silence fell between them.
Before Angela could make a move to stand up, Jarod sat down in front of her. Her heart pounded, wondering what he could want.
"Angela, I've been doing some thinking. No, I haven't remembered much. Nothing about you and I. But after asking advice from a friend, I have an idea of what to do now." He gauged her reaction carefully before going on.
"I want to get to know you. I want to try to bring back some of the things between us. I.I want to become your husband again. In time, of course. But just know that I want to." He turned to walk away, and Angela stood up and walked after him.
"What brought you to this, Jarod. Why?" she asked painfully. Jarod turned around and looked into her tear-filled eyes.
"Because.there's this pain in my heart that I can not understand. That's why." They stood there, looking into each other's eyes for a long time. In the depths of those brown orbs, Parker saw a glimmer of the old Jarod. She nodded slightly, and watched him walk away. Once he was out of sight, she sank to her knees. She cried once more, as she had been crying for weeks. Only, these tears had something different about them; there was a little joy in them.
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Two Months Later
Angela nervously checked her appearance one last time in the mirror of the foyer before answering the doorbell. She opened the door, and there stood Jarod with a smile on his face and roses in his hand. Her eyes went from his face to the flowers, and then she smiled as well.
"Jarod, you shouldn't have." she whispered under her breath. He shook his head.
"No, I didn't. But I wanted to; that's what matters." She smiled even wider and took the flowers from his hand. She quickly gave them to Debbie in the kitchen to put them in water. When Parker came out from the kitchen, she saw Jarod standing there, holding her coat. Even though she really didn't need it, she took it anyway.
Spring was already arriving. Winter seemed to fly by. The weather was warm enough for just a long sleeved shirt instead of a coat. Her stomach was bulging. Sydney's earlier diagnosis had been correct; she was expecting twins. Because of that, she seemed ready to pop when she had only a couple of months left to go.
Jarod had been true to his word. The two had started "dating" almost immediately. Quickly, they became extremely close. Even though Jarod still had no memory, old habits were beginning to shine through. Everyday was filled with new surprises.
"Ready to go?" came a deep voice to her ears. She nodded and looked up into his eyes.
"Catherine needs to go to bed in two hours, she's already eaten. Do whatever you want after that," she instructed Debbie, who had become Angela's babysitter as of late. The two left and walked out to the minivan. After letting Angela in, Jarod moved to the driver's side and started the van.
"Excited?" he asked as he was backing out of the driveway.
"Very. I've wanted to see this play since forever." The two looked at each other and smiled before going on their way.
Hours later, after the play, they were sitting in a restaurant eating a late dinner. Angela sipped her sparkling apple cider and listened intently to what Jarod was saying. She felt like she was falling in love with him all over again. It was amazing; his amnesia gave them a second chance. Because of their childhood at the Centre, they had never had the opportunity to actually date someone, much less each other. It was a wonderful, new thing to her.
"I know, Jarod. All the time, I feel like that," she chuckled, "but I just learn to live with it. The least you can do is-" she cut off abruptly. A look came across her face that frightened Jarod. He quickly moved to her side, but not before she placed a hand to her abdomen and scrunching her face up in pain.
"Jarod!" she ground out, "It's starting! Hospital, now!" He nodded and gently helped her from her seat. He tossed a few bills at the waiter, who looked at him understandingly. Then he escorted her to the van, got in, and sped off in the direction of the hospital.
"Angel, honey, it's gonna be okay," he murmured soothingly. Parker nodded, while doing Lamaze breathing. He placed a hand on her thigh and rubbed up and down gently, hoping he was being of some comfort to her. He pushed the gas pedal down more as he swallowed hard. He didn't want her to have these babies anywhere but in the safety of the hospital. The sound of laughter brought him out of his worried haze. He looked to the woman beside him.
"I have a while, dear. The kids aren't just going to pop out anytime soon. The contractions have stopped for now. They're about fifteen minutes apart. I have some time. Now please, could you slow down, sweetie. I don't want to get in a wreck before these babies are born." Jarod grinned sheepishly as he let off of the gas.
Once they reached the hospital, the two were rushed into the room where Parker would deliver. She was already seven centimeters dilated, so she had about a couple of hours or so, based on her last pregnancy. When everything had calmed down, Jarod sat by her side and held her hand. Parker smiled.
"Hey, there. Smile," she ordered softly. She grinned even bigger at the face that dimpled before her. Jarod's mind rested for a bit as she closed her eyes and leaned back. He was brought back to reality, however, with a sharp squeeze to his hand. He looked to the woman at his side, whose face was scrunched up in pain.
"Breathe, honey. Breathe," he whispered, leaning forward in his seat. He took his other hand and placed it to her flushed face as she took in panting breaths. Something in his heart clenched at the sight of her. It almost took his own breath away, so amazing and sudden was this feeling. He swallowed and tried to figure out what he was feeling and thinking while running his hand through her curly, damp hair repeatedly.
Once the contraction had passed, she opened her eyes and looked into his concerned ones. What she saw there startled her. It reminded her of the day after the rape, when he was washing her hair. She had no idea if he was aware of the depth in his eyes, but she was.
Her thought were halted as another contraction seized her, this time more intense. A cry escaped from her lips, low and anguished. Jarod moved forward even more, gripping her hand tightly.
"Remember to breathe," he said steadily. Doing as she was told, she inhaled deeply. But instead of exhaling, she let out another cry. A soft, low moan came out as the contraction left her. She collapsed back against the pillow and whimpered with each breath she took.
"Honey, did this happen with Catherine," asked a concerned Jarod. She weakly shook her head back and forth, but yet another contraction got ahold of her. She cried out again, this time more painfully than before. She released her hold of Jarod's hand and clutched at her abdomen. Tears streamed down her face as she attempted to breathe.
Jarod rapidly hit the call button and soon enough nurses flooded the room. He was pushed aside as they hovered over the woman in pain. He hated not being involved. He knew something was wrong. From what he'd seen of Angela, he knew she didn't wimp out at pain. Something had to be seriously wrong.
His suspicions were confirmed as a few nurses hurried out of the room while the others made Angela able to be mobile.
"What's going on?" he voiced anxiously. A slim, female nurse looked at him.
"Mr. Woodman?" He nodded.
"We need to take her into a specialized delivery room. We're going to try to have her deliver normally, but if complications arise, she'll be around the right equipment for a C-section. Right now, the contractions are very intense, and right on top of each other. She hasn't been here long enough for an epidural, so the pain is even more so increased. She should be about ready. You want to go in with her?" Jarod swallowed, then nodded.
"Well, go with Nurse Johnson. He'll get you in some scrubs and you can be with her during the births." She smiled and hurried off. A welcoming looking man gently touched Jarod's arm and led him into the hall, where the spare scrub suits were. As soon as he was clothed in the greenish looking garments, he was led into Angela's delivery room.
The two were left alone for a few minutes when she was in between contractions. Jarod knelt at her side and took ahold of her hand. He asked with concern in his eyes, "Are you all right?" She smiled weakly and smiled. She then lifted a trembling hand and stroked his smooth cheek.
"I'm fine, baby. I'll be okay," she whispered. She inhaled sharply as another contraction hit her, but this time she did not cry out. As it left her, she exhaled and smiled. Jarod smiled back as she relaxed. Soon, the doctor and nurses came in the room and prepped her for the birth.
"Okay, Angela, with the next contraction, you need to push for me, all right?" She nodded as she sat up, gripping Jarod's hand tightly in anticipation for the coming event. She took a few deep breaths, feeling herself tense up. As beads of sweat rolled down her face, she felt the contraction begin to take hold.
At the sharp squeeze her hand gave his, Jarod placed his other hand at her back to support her and whispered, "You can do this, honey. Just keep breathing. Push." She released her pent up breath and her chest heaved for a few seconds before taking another breath and scrunching her face with the effort of pushing out their child. As Jarod looked upon her face, realization dawned on him.
He loved this woman.
After this realization, memories flooded him, causing that moment in time to freeze as he remembered his life instantaneously. He recalled his childhood at the Centre, his escape, his game of cat-and-mouse with the woman by his side. Then he remembered her rape, and the aftermath; the devastation caused by her apparent suicide. Next, he remembered the elation at finding her alive, then later the love he felt for her almost instantly. Finally, he remembered Catherine's abduction, and his failed rescue attempt.
He looked again to Parker's face, which was red with exertion. A loud cry escaped her lips, as another cry came out of nowhere. At the moment of his child's birth, Jarod whispered for her ears alone, "I love you, Parker." Panting, she looked up at him. Her breathing slowed at the look in his eyes. It was a look of genuine love, and realization. He remembered! She didn't know how she knew, but she did.
Her next contraction, far more intense than any before stopped her elation. It took her unaware, knocking the breath out of her. She arched her back in pain and screamed, sending chills down Jarod's spine. He had never heard her like this, even after the rape. He nervously looked back and forth between the doctors and Angela. Suddenly, the screaming stopped. All eyes were on the still form on the bed. Soon, a low moan escaped her throat, even though her mouth was closed.
"Angela?" asked the doctor, "the next baby's head is crowning as we speak. You need to push one more time for me, one more good push, and we'll be done. You can rest then. Okay?" After a moment or two, she nodded imperceptibly. Jarod placed a hand on her stomach, stroking her hand with his other one. He could feel her muscles tightening up before she moved to sit. She took a few heaving breaths. Then she pushed with all that she had. A few seconds later, she screamed while still pushing. Soon, a new cry mingled with hers, creating a disarmingly moving harmony.
Tears fell from Jarod's eyes as his children were handed to him. He took one, cradling it in his arms. He looked up to the nurse. In the confusion, he hadn't heard what sex the babies were. She smiled knowingly.
"You have a boy and a girl, Mr. Woodman. Congratulations." She smiled again. Jarod turned to the love of his life. She smiled weakly. She took a breath.
"It must run in the family," she whispered hoarsely. Jarod moved closer to her and kissed her damp brow, then her lips. He pulled away slightly. He whispered something to her while his lips were still touching hers.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
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Two Months Later
"Catherine," Jarod called out in a sing-song tone, "it's time for your bath." He heard a shriek, then running feet. He chuckled. That girl hated baths. He shook his head as he stood up. As he was making his way to her, he looked up and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Sydney," he whispered breathlessly. The older man nodded. Unable to contain himself any longer, Jarod swiftly moved over to him and embraced him tightly. He bit his lip to try to quell the tears, but was unsuccessful. Both men took a few minutes to compose themselves. Then they parted.
"I didn't think you'd be able to come. I didn't think you wanted to come. I wasn't exactly congenial in my treatment towards you at times," he murmured. Sydney chuckled.
"Jarod, you weren't yourself then. You are now. I've always considered you my son. Did I ever tell you that?" he asked. Jarod shook his head.
"Well, I have. I love you as a son, the son I thought I never had. Even when I found Nicholas, I still considered you as my son. I always will. I want you to know that." The two men embraced once more before hearing the giggle of a young girl. They both turned and saw young Catherine standing behind them, looking quite sheepish. Jarod growled playfully and swept her up in his arms, bouncing her a bit before standing still.
"It is time for this girl's bath, but I'm sure she would love to socialize with her Paw-Paw Sydney after that, right?"
"Right," she said, nodding her blonde head seriously. The two men laughed as Jarod exited the room. Sydney wandered around a bit before finding Angela in the kitchen, cooking dinner. She turned around and smiled before turning back to her cooking.
"Hey, Freud. How are you doing?" He chuckled at the use of her old nickname for him.
"Fine, fine. Michelle sends her condolences, for she couldn't come. Nicholas and his wife are doing wonderful. My practice is doing great. But I'm thinking of retiring, spending time with my family." Angela nodded.
"Parker, does Jarod know about Catherine yet?" Her stirring movements ceased. She laid the spoon down and turned to face the older man who was her mentor for the longest time.
"No. After the twins were born, I was so weak. Most of that time was spent recuperating. Then, the time just flew by. I actually was planning on telling him very soon. Thank you for reminding me." Her lower lip trembled slightly. Sydney walked towards her and gathered her in his arms. He stroked her hair soothingly as he hugged her.
"Just as long as he finds out, Parker. That's all that matters." He continued embracing her until she moved back slightly. She nodded her thanks, sniffed, and went back to her cooking.
"Speaking of the twins," she spoke up, "they're in the next room. Debbie's keeping them company. Go and see them." Sydney could hear the smile in her voice as he made his way into the den.
There sat Parker May and Lyle James Woodman, all aglow with joy. They were the most beautiful children he had ever seen. They both had soft black curls atop their heads already and amazing-looking blue eyes. Of course, Sydney was sure that the eye color would change, but one never knew with Angela and Jarod. The two infants cooed at the sight of the new person in the room. He smiled back at them and knelt to touch their outstretched fists. He looked for Debbie, and then found her asleep on the couch. So he sat down and attempted to keep them somewhat quiet while she rested.
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Two Days Later
Angela lay in Jarod's arms, watching the sunrise through the sky light window. At the feel of Jarod's lips on her neck, she closed her eyes and stretched her neck to the side.
"Good morning, Angel," he murmured raggedly, his voice rough with sleep. She smiled lazily. Then she turned to him and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. They shared a deep kiss, and then rested their foreheads against each other's.
"Jarod, I-I have something to tell you," she whispered. He moved his head back slightly.
"You're not.?"
"No!" she chuckled and shook her head, "no, I'm definitely not pregnant again. It concerns Catherine. Jarod-you're her father." He nodded.
"I know I'm her father. I adopted her, remember?" She shook her head.
"You're not listening. You are Catherine's biological father." She let the words sink in. After a pause, Jarod brought up a question.
"How can that be, babe? I had never.slept with you until we married." Angela swallowed hard.
"I think you should see this. It will explain everything." She got out of the bed and went to the computer desk. She retrieved a small silver disc from a slot and placed it in a DSA player. Jarod left the bed as well and stood beside his wife. She hit the play button, and let him watch the entirety of the DSA.
After the footage was over, she turned off the player, then looked at his face. A mix of emotions played over his countenance. She saw rage, fear, and elation on his face. She reached over and rubbed his arms.
"Jarod, honey. She -is-your daughter. I'd always wondered why she took to your presence so easily. She knew, Jarod. She knew, and she loved you." He looked into her eyes. The rage he felt over what the Centre had done that was beginning to boil over suddenly cooled down. He realized that the little girl that was so precious to his heart was his. His breath left him in a rush as he grabbed his wife and hugged her tightly. She chuckled breathlessly. He was going to be okay.
They were going to be okay.
THE END
Author's note: Wow! What a ride, huh? I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I had no idea that the story would end this way until just now. Thank you guys for the reviews that you've sent. They've really inspired me to continue on in this fic, even when I didn't want to. Since yesterday was my birthday, this will be my gift to you guys. Until next time.