Author's Note: I really don't know if a lot of people care about this story
anymore, I hope some people do. I'm sorry I'm so infrequent at getting
chapters out but schools murder.
I'm also sorry about my chapters being so short too, but I usually only get
short amounts of time to write, hence short chapters.
Please read and review, and tell me everything you think about this story.
I have an idea where I'm going but ideas always help.
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Five hours, a cat scan and a blood test later I'm sitting in a nearly deserted hall of a hospital. My father still acts the same way as I remember. On my insistence he and Michael went for a coffee while I had the blood tests done. I don't need to be watched every second. I can already guess what the doctor is going to say- they don't know how long I'll have my memory back. Doctor's never give good news. I look up at the sound of familiar footsteps. Dad. He sits next to me and clears his throat. "You're all right?"
"It was just a blood test Dad, I'm okay."
"Yes, but ." he starts but he falls silent.
"I'm completely fine. No problems at all, the tests went fine."
"Of course." He says with a small smile. I can't imagine how hard this has been on Dad. He's a great man when it comes down to it, and I know he loves me. I hear footsteps again and Michael is nearly running down the hall towards us, a mixture of emotions evident on his face.
"What is it?" I ask as soon as he's within speaking range.
"Syd we have to talk about something." Michael says almost breathlessly, almost like he's just had the biggest shock of his life. I look at Dad, he's puzzled but I can see anger rising to the surface at being left out of something.
"Why can't we talk about it here?" I ask, blissfully ignorant to what's troubling him, till he leans in and whispers in my ear. Words that shock and rattle me beyond belief. He speaks them with love. He wants this, but he knows this might be a horrible thing no matter how much of a blessing it is. I snap out of it enough to ask "Is this why I'm remembering things?"
"The doctors think it is."
"What's going on?" Dad asks, staring intently at Michael. I ignore him. "How long will my memory stay?" I have to know.
"They don't know."
"I repeat, what's going on?" Dad sounds impatient. To bad he has to wait.
"Dad, Michael and I have to talk about. something." A stern look follows this reply as Michael and I walk together towards the end of the hall. He's the first to speak. "How do you feel about this?"
"To be truthful overwhelmed. happy but, overwhelmed."
"I know this is kind of sudden, especially for you."
"Well it's getting easier to accept everything."
"You're happy about this though?" He asks unsure. I smile at him. He looks at me and I feel like I'm going to melt. I love his eyes; they're warm and inviting and I can't help but feel like the only person in the world when he looks at me.
"Michael, this is our baby. How can I not be happy.well beside the fact I can't remember conception." We just smile at each other now. I throw my arms around his neck and hug him, whispering in his ear "Your going to be a Daddy." We just stand there holding each other, I don't know for how long but Dad shakes us out of it. "I have to go, I wish I could stay." I interrupt him.
"Dad I'm pregnant." He visibly pales. I've seen my father after he's been tortured, beaten and I've seen my father bloodied up but I've never seen a look like that grace his features.
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Five hours, a cat scan and a blood test later I'm sitting in a nearly deserted hall of a hospital. My father still acts the same way as I remember. On my insistence he and Michael went for a coffee while I had the blood tests done. I don't need to be watched every second. I can already guess what the doctor is going to say- they don't know how long I'll have my memory back. Doctor's never give good news. I look up at the sound of familiar footsteps. Dad. He sits next to me and clears his throat. "You're all right?"
"It was just a blood test Dad, I'm okay."
"Yes, but ." he starts but he falls silent.
"I'm completely fine. No problems at all, the tests went fine."
"Of course." He says with a small smile. I can't imagine how hard this has been on Dad. He's a great man when it comes down to it, and I know he loves me. I hear footsteps again and Michael is nearly running down the hall towards us, a mixture of emotions evident on his face.
"What is it?" I ask as soon as he's within speaking range.
"Syd we have to talk about something." Michael says almost breathlessly, almost like he's just had the biggest shock of his life. I look at Dad, he's puzzled but I can see anger rising to the surface at being left out of something.
"Why can't we talk about it here?" I ask, blissfully ignorant to what's troubling him, till he leans in and whispers in my ear. Words that shock and rattle me beyond belief. He speaks them with love. He wants this, but he knows this might be a horrible thing no matter how much of a blessing it is. I snap out of it enough to ask "Is this why I'm remembering things?"
"The doctors think it is."
"What's going on?" Dad asks, staring intently at Michael. I ignore him. "How long will my memory stay?" I have to know.
"They don't know."
"I repeat, what's going on?" Dad sounds impatient. To bad he has to wait.
"Dad, Michael and I have to talk about. something." A stern look follows this reply as Michael and I walk together towards the end of the hall. He's the first to speak. "How do you feel about this?"
"To be truthful overwhelmed. happy but, overwhelmed."
"I know this is kind of sudden, especially for you."
"Well it's getting easier to accept everything."
"You're happy about this though?" He asks unsure. I smile at him. He looks at me and I feel like I'm going to melt. I love his eyes; they're warm and inviting and I can't help but feel like the only person in the world when he looks at me.
"Michael, this is our baby. How can I not be happy.well beside the fact I can't remember conception." We just smile at each other now. I throw my arms around his neck and hug him, whispering in his ear "Your going to be a Daddy." We just stand there holding each other, I don't know for how long but Dad shakes us out of it. "I have to go, I wish I could stay." I interrupt him.
"Dad I'm pregnant." He visibly pales. I've seen my father after he's been tortured, beaten and I've seen my father bloodied up but I've never seen a look like that grace his features.