A/N: Sorry its been so long. Life kinda caught up with me. I promise the next chappy will be longer than this one but I'm having a writers block right now.

~Elizagoth-Dracula~  

~Monica's POV~

I woke in the hospital, with the sterile white walls and pink knit blankets. Rafael sat in one corner quietly, watching me. Who knows how long he had been there. Who knows how long I had been there.

"Rafael? Why am I here?" I asked in a rough voice. My throat was dry and scratchy. I wanted nothing more than to drink a glass of water.

"Where's Andrew? Are Ben and Tess okay?" Panic started to envelope my whole body until I couldn't stand it.

"Calm down Monica. Tess and Ben are fine. They're at home with Tess. Remember?" I nodded my understanding. "Andrew is fine… physically," he trailed off.

"What do you mean physically," I said, trying to keep the panic from coming back.

"Helosthismemoryanddoesn'trememberanything," Rafael hurried.

"Slow down. He what?" I asked out of frustration.

"He lost his memory and doesn't remember anything. I talked to him just a little over an hour ago. Other than that he's fine. A bruise here or there, but fine," said Rafael.

"And… and the baby?" she asked in a small voice, afraid to know the answer.

"Just fine," he said watching her relax, "They did a check and everything is fine. You guys got lucky." Monica stood and Rafael helped her to Andrew's room. He sat on the bed with his back to them.

~Andrew's POV~

I turned around when I heard someone come in. For a moment I was stunned. The most beautiful woman in the world had just walked in. I think I must have known her because I felt a deep love for the auburn-haired beauty.

"Andrew?" she asked me in a small voice. I remember that the Latino man they call Rafael told me that was my name.

"Uh yeah?" I asked. She looked pained at my lack of recognition, and it pulled at my heart to see her like that. I fought the urge to hold and say things were going to be okay because I didn't know what kind of relationship we had.

"Andrew, this is Monica. Do you remember her?" asked Rafael. I shook my head no. Monica was now fighting tears and I couldn't stand it anymore. I got up and walked over to her. Wrapping my arms around her I whispered I'm sorry, and rocked gently back and forth.

"I don't understand how you can't remember me," she said into my chest. "I'm your wife, the mother of your two children. How can you not?" Her tears were now soaking my shirt as she clutched to me. I was busy taking in what she had said. She was my wife. I was married to this goddess of a woman before me. And we had two children. Random images came to my mind. A little boy laughing with a football. A little girl crying on a staircase. Monica surrounded in a surreal light. Pieces of a song played faintly in my head. I had to get out of there. Dropping my arms from around Monica I ran out of the door and to the elevator.