***Hello, everyone! After "disposing of" a spider that scared the crap outta me, I'm here with the next chapter. Grillby and Ember belong to Toby Fox, Cyra belongs to me, and let's go!

Chapter Nine: Do You Remember?

Grillby wasn't sure if the drive to Cyra's house was too long or too short. Either way, he'd used that time to try and prepared himself for whatever was to come when he went to his ex-wife. When he pulled up in her driveway and knocked on the door, it didn't take long to get a reply.

"Yes?" Cyra asked flatly. She wore sweatpants and a t-shirt, and her voice gave away that she at least had a head cold.

"Do you mind if I come in? I've got to talk to you," Grillby said. "Alright," Cyra said.

The two went inside to the living room and sat down, Cyra in a reading chair and Grillby on the couch. "What is it you want, exactly?" the female of the two asked.

"I was talking to Ember today, and... and I realized some things that brought up some questions that I need to ask you," Grillby said. "Like?" Cyra prompted.

Those were the things that Grillby had been thinking about on the drive over. "Do you remember the day that Ember was born?" he started.

Cyra's expression softened. "Yes. It was simultaneously the most painful and the happiest day of my life. Four hours in labor were completely worth it to get to see Ember for the first time, though. She... wasn't born too far away from where her room is now in the hospital, actually," she recalled.

"I remember it too. She was tiny, even for a newborn. And she was certainly a happy baby," Grillby said.

"Only if one of us was holding her, though. If we weren't holding her, then she got torn up," Cyra said.

"Oh, that made for some long nights," Grillby added with a slight laugh.

"And she kept wanting to sleep in our bed, too," Cyra laughed.

The two fell silent, but this time, they both felt a sense of warmth. A sense some sort of... happiness.

"And before that came the mad dash to get married," Grillby continued.

"The main concern was to get it done and done before I started showing, although a few people did ask if I'd put on weight," Cyra recalled. She personally had been offended then, but she knew that there had been a reasoning behind it.

"A bit rude to say that to someone on her wedding day, don't you think?" Grillby asked.

"Well, they had reasons. And my hips have not been the same since," Cyra said.

"It wasn't that harsh on your body. At least, not long-lasting," Grillby said.

Cyra opened her mouth to speak, but she paused. "Wait..." she said, getting the picture, "...why are you asking all of these questions?"

Grillby was anticipating that. At last, he really had to spill his thoughts, if not his SOUL as well.

"Talking to Ember made me realize something, and she sent me to tell you. I don't know if you feel the same way, but she suggested that you might, so... come here," he said.

Curious, Cyra moved over and sat with him. "What is it?" she asked.

"We were thrown into getting married. I was trying to start a business, you were pregnant, and we were both out of sorts. But Cyra..." Grillby sighed. Well, here it went.

"...I still love you. And I'd like to start over, and give our relationship a second shot."

Cyra was silent, eyes wide in shock. Her mouth opened and shut several time, a thousand words coming and leaving her all at once. At last, she had something to say.

"I will admit that I still have kept our wedding picture. We can give this another shot. And if all goes well-" She was stopped by a hand being held up.

"Let's take it a bit slower than that. We can start with this," Grillby said. He hugged Cyra, taking in the warmth, and kissed her cheek. "You might catch my cold," she warned. "I don't care," was Grillby's reply. They pulled away from each other, but their hands were still interlaced.

The moment was interrupted by Grillby's phone going off. The caller ID read that the call was from Ember. So, he picked it up right away.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dad. I have a few things to ask you and one thing to tell you."

"Ask away."

"How's it going with Mom? And also, how's she feeling?"

"Ah, she's just got a head cold. And I believe we're trying a second time on our relationship."

"Awesome!"

"That's one way to put it, yes. What did you need to tell me?"

"Put me on speaker. I wanna tell you both this."

So, Grillby put his phone on speaker. "Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't come see you today," Cyra apologized.

"It's fine. Dr. Holland told me that my lungs have cleared up well, so I can go home tomorrow night! Um, with medication and other stuff," came Ember's voice over the speaker.

"That's great!" Cyra said, excitement in her voice. Grillby nodded to agree. They both heard on the other end a door opening and shutting.

"That's Dr. Holland, so I gotta go. You two love birds can stay at home and make up. Bye," Ember said. Then, she hung up. Grillby put his phone away.

"You know what she was insinuating with 'making up', don't you?" Cyra asked. "Yep. But we can start a little bit slower than that," Grillby said.

He put his arm around Cyra, picked up the TV remote, and started looking for a movie.

***This used to be a fun place, but now we wear a sad fa-oh, you're done reading? Anyways, after this, there's one chapter left... which I've already written. I was on a roll. So, be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!