Jack had gone home after he took Martin and Ruthie home. He didn't quite know what to say so he just left. After being with Ruthie for a while, he realized why he had decided not to date her. She was still so young. Two years difference was more than it sounded. He had embarrassed himself to the fullest extent by admitting his feelings. Now he realized that he wasn't sure if he actually did love Ruthie. He loved loving Ruthie. He loved love, not Ruthie. After thinking about it deeply, he decided that he should call her and erase himself from her slate of problems to deal with. She already had Martin to deal with, and he had the slightest inkling that she loved Martin. This would certainly complicate things. It was his best bet to call her.

"Hello?" she answered the phone so innocently.

"Hello, Ruthie? It's Jack. How are you?" he asked trying to begin a casual conversation.

"Great, Martin's here and he's doing great. I mean, he hasn't remembered anything yet, but he's doing well. How are you?" she asked continuing the conversation.

"Good. Anyways, I called because I needed to talk to you about what I said earlier. I was kind of crazy," Jack laughed nervously. Ruthie responded with a short laugh.

"Okay, go ahead," she said hoping she wouldn't have to reject him.

"I didn't really mean it. Everything was a mess, as you know. I think I said it more out of sorrow then love. Ruthie, I like you a lot, but it's not love. I'm just calling so that you wouldn't have to worry about giving me an answer," Jack explained. Ruthie let out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks for calling me and telling me Jack. I didn't want to have to call you and say I didn't love you. It would've been quite awkward," Ruthie laughed.

"Oh, so you don't love me?" asked Jack, joking around.

"Jack, I like you a lot, but it's not love," said Ruthie imitating Jack. Together they laughed.

"Well, I'll see you later Ruthie. Maybe sometime we can go out for a burger, but not as a date."

"Yah that would be cool. Well, I'll talk to you later, Jack. Thanks for helping me with this whole Martin thing," said Ruthie.

"Uh, anytime," Jack replied not knowing exactly how he had been of any assistance.

"Bye."

Ruthie hung up the phone feeling great. Jack didn't really love her, and he was out of her hair, in a good way though.

She went back to Martin and asked him if he wanted to go downstairs.

"We can get some pie if you want. I think my mom made some," she offered.

"Sounds good to me," Martin replied.

"That was Jack. I'm so relieved that he called," Ruthie said as they walked down the stairs.

"Why, what'd he say? If you don't mind my asking," said Martin politely.

"He said that when he said he loved me, he didn't mean he loved me exactly. He was just caught up in the hectic thunderstorm we were all going through with you and Sandy."

"Oh."

"Yah, it's great that he said that too, because I was afraid I was going to have to reject him."

Martin and Ruthie both laughed shortly, as she got out two plates, forks, and the pie.

"Wow, this looks delicious," Martin said.

"Mom's pie is always good. You loved her pie," said Ruthie, missing the old Martin again. She looked down at the pie, thinking of some old times.

"Then I'm sure I'll like it now," he answered.

Ruthie served them each a slice and they sat at the bar. After he tasted it, Martin was in love with the pie.

"I'm glad you like it," Ruthie said smiling.

"Ruthie? Have I ever had a girlfriend that I loved?" Martin asked. Ruthie played with her pie.

"Meredith Davies," said Ruthie.

"Meredith Davies? I told her I loved her?"

"Yep, you told me everything about her. You sure loved her."

"What happened? I mean, why aren't we still together?"

"Well, you told her you got Sandy pregnant and she broke up with you," Ruthie answered.

"Seems like a lot of people hated me after that."

"It seems."

But it only seems like that.

"Are you done?" asked Ruthie pointing to the pie.

"Yah," he answered and he handed her the plate. Ruthie put them in the sink.

"Do you mind if I check on Sam and David real quick?" asked Ruthie.

"No, go ahead," said Martin. As she left he thought about her. He couldn't help but wonder if he ever loved her before he lost his memory. It seemed like everybody loved her. Flashback:

"So, you loved me?"

"I did."

…

"Ruthie? Do you still love me?"

When Ruthie came back down the stairs, Martin was startled out of his flashback.

"The boys are going to bed now. So, what do you want to do?" asked Ruthie.

"Get my memory back."

…

"Ruthie, do you think if I do get my memory back I'll forget my memory now? Like do you think my old memory will overlap my new memory?"

"I really don't know."

Flashback: (Ruthie)

"So, you loved me?"

"I did."

…

"Ruthie? Do you still love me?"

…

"Well, Martin, I guess I need to give you an answer."

Ruthie realized that she had never given Martin an answer. She wasn't sure of her answer. She didn't know if he meant if she loved the old Martin or the new Martin, or both.

I'm so confused. I do love him, but I loved him before, which means I love him now, but he's not himself now. Do I love him now?

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Annie and Eric stood were in the waiting room while Sandy was in surgery.

"Should one of us be in there for her?" he asked.

"I think so, but I don't know if she would want it to be one of us," answered Annie.

"I hope Lucy gets here soon," said Eric.

As if on cue, Lucy walked through the doors into the waiting room.

"How is she?" she immediately asked as soon as she saw her parents.

"We weren't sure if we should go in, so we don't know," answered Eric.

"I don't think they've gone into surgery yet," added Annie.

"I'm going in," Lucy said running towards her room.

As she burst through the doors she saw Sandy lying in bed and a doctor or two standing in the corner.

"May I come in?" she asked, although she had already busted through the doors without asking. A small nod was given and Lucy made her way over to Sandy.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Scared. I'm afraid it's going to hurt. Plus, I'm so overwhelmed at all this happening that I'm just flustered with emotions," said Sandy with a frightened look on her face.

"Hang in there," Lucy felt sorry for her. She was going to lose the baby. She had already lost the baby.

Poor Sandy.

"How's Martin," Sandy asked bravely.

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot to tell you. As he was running away from our house, and Kevin, he ran into the street and got hit by a car. The hitter was a guy that Ruthie had wanted to go out with. Later, after Martin had woken up, they found out he had amnesia. He's at home now with Ruthie. He can't remember anything."

"Wow. It seems like this has affected so many lives. All it took was…"

"Sandy, you never did finish telling me what happened, and Martin can't."

Flashback:

"So, this is actually…real?"

"Seems to be, and Martin, I don't mean to be rude, but you have been absolutely no help at all. You avoid me. You hate me, but Martin, look at this, this is a real living thing. We made it. Now, if you don't want to be involved, that's fine, because I don't see how you could help anyways."

"Look Sandy, this is not my fault, and I don't feel sorry for you! This was eventually going to happen to you, you know that. Sleeping around with guys isn't safe. I just happen to be the unlucky guy that got you pregnant. And I admit, what we did was stupid, but I didn't intend to even do this. You got me into this."

Sandy told Lucy what she had said to Martin and Martin had said to her.

"Then I remember I started crying, but the melancholy turned to fury, and I slapped him. After that, Martin was trying to hit me, I think, because I was struggling to hold him back. In defense, I stabbed his toes with my foot. The next thing I saw was you coming up behind Martin; Kevin looked stark angry as he followed you," explained Sandy.

"So, Martin never hit you?" asked Lucy confused.

"No, I was the one who started it. I—I'm sorry."

"Don't be. But if Martin didn't cause the miscarriage, then what did?" asked Lucy.

"The doctors explained to me that sometimes it just happens. There are certain things that can cause it, but it wasn't Martin."

"All this time I thought Martin had caused it. I even made him think he caused it," Lucy said, ashamed.

One of the doctors came over to Sandy and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Sandy," Lucy began, "do you want me to stay here with you?"

"Yes, please."

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A/N : I don't know anything really about miscarriages, so I'm just going to skip the surgery part.

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Lucy ran out of Sandy's hospital room to fill her parents in on the news.

"The surgery was successful; the baby is out. Sandy's just resting right now," exclaimed Lucy.

"Oh, I'm glad," said Annie.

"Lucy, do you mind if we go home? The boys are probably asleep by now, and we don't want to drop everything on Ruthie and Martin," said Eric.

"Oh yah, go ahead. I'll take Sandy home when she's ready. I'll see you later. Bye!" After Lucy waved, she headed back in Sandy's room.

"I've been in the hospital so long, I can't wait until I get home," Sandy said.

"I'll take you home whenever you're ready. And you're welcome to stay with Kevin, Savanah and I until you're ready to go home."

"Thanks so much Lucy. I mean, you've helped me through this from the beginning to the end. I don't know what I'd do without you," Sandy said giving Lucy a hug, "Remember when you said this was a blessing in disguise?"

"Yah," Lucy thought back to when she had said that. She didn't believe herself, but now she knew it really was a blessing in disguise.

"Well, I think you're right, Lucy. This is a blessing in disguise. I've learned my lesson, and I feel like a whole new person. Maybe God just wanted to give me a wake up call," Sandy smiled, "It would have been nice to have a cute little baby of my own, but not at my age. When I'm old enough, and married, I'll have a chance have as many as I want," Sandy and Lucy laughed, "Not that I'm going to have a lot."

"I'm so proud of you Sandy. You've done what no average teen has done. You've been brave and stayed strong throughout this whole thing. You didn't let your hope down when you heard about the news. You've acted so mature. I'm just so proud of you," Lucy said inviting Sandy in for another hug.

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"Martin, remember earlier when you asked me if I loved you still?" Ruthie asked.

"Yah."

"Well, this is complicated. The truth is, yes, I did love you, the old you."

"Oh, I see," said Martin looking down at his shoes.

"Wait, there's more. You see, even now, I feel like I've known you forever. You're still the same person Martin, to me you are."

"What does that mean?" he asked looking her straight in the eyes.

"It means I love you," Ruthie said.

After that was out in the open Ruthie leaned in and kissed Martin deeply. He kissed her back, knowing that he loved her. The kiss became more passionate and sweet with every passing second. Then they broke the kiss and looked at each others eyes. They were so close they could feel each others breath on their cheeks.

"Ruthie, I remember."

The End

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Okay, that's a wrap, and when Martin says he remembers, it means he got his memory back. Anyways, this is the very first story that I've finished. : )

What do you think about the story? Do you think I should write a sequel? I'd love it if you told me in a review. : )

Oh, and I would like to thank all the reviewers out there who have followed every chapter to the end, and reviewed. ; )

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- Jambaa