Daniel didn't have a lot of time to process everything. A few days after the accident he came home from work and found his mother directing people all over the house. He looked at her exhausted.

"What's all of this?"

She opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by a man in blue scrubs speaking to her from the second floor.

"Where would you like the dressing supplies?"

"By the bed will be fine."

Daniel cocked his brow. "What are you doing?"

Victoria smiled. "I have arranged with the hospital for Emily to recover here."

Daniel looked at her stunned. "Why?"

Victoria walked over and dropped her voice. "Emily has been working with that memory recall therapist for three days now. If she remembers what happens we need to have her here so we can stop her from telling anyone." She then spoke in a normal tone. "Besides she will be much more comfortable here. I've arranged for her to have a home nurse 24/7, a physical therapist, the memory recall therapist, and a midwife to do prenatal check ups until she can ride in a car."

"This is a bad idea."

But it was too late. Charlotte opened the door and led some emts into the house. They had Emily on a stretcher. She looked confused. Victoria directed them up the stairs and into one of the guest suites. Once Emily was settled Victoria walked in with some fresh flower bouquets.

"I had the gardener cut these fresh for you. I know that pink and red roses are your favorites."

She set the vases down and then sat on the edge of the bed. Daniel walked in and sat down next to Emily. e spoke to her anxious.

"How are you feeling?"

"Tired...and confused. Why am I here? I thought that Dr. Rollins said I needed physical therapy and that freaky memory therapist?"

Victoria nodded. "I've arranged for them to see you here. I just thought that you would be more comfortable recovering at home."

Emily looked at Daniel. "I thought we lived next to your parents?"

Victoria laughed airily. "Oh Darling we are family now. And family stays in our home."

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Emily had to admit that Grayson Manor was much more comfortable then a hospital. She had gourmet meals brought to her in bed, nurses helping her day and night, a maid to clean the room, laundry service, even doctors visiting her in her room. But she felt helpless and that was something that she wanted to go away. About a week after she had been brought home the memory recall therapist came to see her. Linda was nice but Emily didn't see how she was helping much. She smiled at Emily.

"So how do you feel about being home?"

Emily shrugged. "It's comfortable but...I wish that I could remember it."

"Well hopefully I can help with that."

She started taking Emily through the usual exercises. Emily got flashes of her past but not many. By the time Linda left Emily was exhausted and frustrated. She wanted to go outside and breathe in fresh air. She walked with much difficulty. She was almost to the balcony door when Daniel walked in with a glass of water and her afternoon medication. He sighed and everything on her nightstand before gently grabbing her and easing her to sit on the bed.

"Em what are you doing?"

To his horror she started to cry in frustration. "I am sick of this! I can't remember anything! I feel like I am getting worse after seeing that therapist not better! I am tired of being stuck in this room!"

He sighed and kissed her forehead. "Hey...it's okay. I know who you are and I will tell you as many times as you need me to."

He handed her a tissue and she wiped her face. He spoke once she was calmer.

"If you don't think that she is helping then we can stop the sessions. Just continue with the physical therapy and the midwife."

"Really?"

"Really. I don't want you to feel like you're trapped."

She smiled slightly. "Am I always this emotional?"

He laughed quietly. "Not usually. But..." He placed his hand on her stomach. "I think they have something to do with it."

She nodded and put her hand over his.

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Victoria handed Conrad his coffee and sat down next to Daniel.

"So I hear that Emily no longer wants the recall therapist?"

He nodded. "She doesn't think that she is helping."

Conrad spoke as he typed on his laptop. "Is that wise? I mean she doesn't remember who she is."

"We discussed it and she wants to stop."

Victoria nodded. "Well maybe it's for the best."

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Emily slowly started working with the physical therapist. After their second session he had her up and walking. He cleared her to be able to move around as long as she was careful with her wounds. When Daniel got home from work that afternoon he went to check on Emily as he always did. When he opened the door he found her bed empty. He then saw the balcony door was open. He walked over and opened them fully. There was Emily sitting in a chair with a book. He spoke to her carefully.

"You scared me."

She looked up at him. He noticed that she looked much happier then she had in weeks.

"I'm sorry. I needed to get some air. The physical therapist gave me the all clear to walk again."

He nodded and sat down next to her. "So how did it go?"

"The pain I can handle but the looming threat of these wounds opening over the next few weeks is not comforting."

He nodded. "Well you'll just need to take it easy."

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A few more days passed and Daniel started noticing that Emily was starting to get bits of her memory back. Part of him was happy but the other part was terrified. Emily on the other hand was starting to remember the shooting and didn't want to tell anyone. She thought that her imagination was going wild. Daniel had been so sweet to her throughout the past few weeks. He waited on her hand and foot. But she couldn't stop the image of him holding a gun from popping into her head. She needed to find out more about that day. Friends. Friends were a good start. So she brought it up to Charlotte who seemed to be the only other normal person in the house.

"Hey Charlotte do I have any friends?"

Charlotte smiled. "Nolan Ross is your best friend but I have no idea why."

"Where is he?"

"Probably at his house. I can take you there for a while if you want. I was going shopping anyways."

"That would be great. I just need to get some things sorted out."

And just like that Emily was on her way to Nolan's house. She had vague memories of him but not many. When Charlotte dropped her off Emily hesitantly knocked on the door. Nolan answered and smiled.

"Em. How are you?"

She spoke quietly. "We're friends right?"

"Last time I checked."

"I think Daniel tried to kill me."

He gave a sigh of relief. "It's about damn time!"

He pulled her into the house where she saw two more men. One she recognized as a nurse at the hospital. She looked confused.

"What the hell happened?"

They started filling her in one by one. Soon she remembered everything. She felt a wave of different emotions. When she got back to Grayson manor that evening she was exhausted. She laid in her bed and rubbed her stomach where the babies she already loved were growing. She knew that she needed to protect them. When Daniel came to check on her that night she spoke to him emotionless.

"Why?"

He looked at her confused. "Excuse me?"

"Why did you do it?"

He felt a chill run down his spine. He tried to play it off. "Em I don't know what you're talking about. It's probably the meds talking."

She pulled open her night stand drawer and showed him almost a weeks worth of her medication. He looked at them and then her wide eyed.

"You remember."

She nodded and sat up. "Just tell me why. Why did you try and kill me and our babies?"

He hung his head ashamed. "I thought you lied to me about being pregnant and I thought that you were using me to get to my parents. When I saw the gun I thought that you were going to kill me so I...tried to kill you first."

She had tears silently falling down her face. She put her head in her hands. Daniel looked at her.

"Say something please."

She looked up at him. "What do you want me to say?" She wiped her face. "If you didn't want to marry me or be a father why didn't you just tell me?"

"I do want to be married and be a father. I just thought that my mom was right and that you were lying."

"Well I wasn't was I?"

"Obviously not."

She stopped and looked at her hands. he hesitated before asking.

"Emily please. Can you forgive me? I promise that I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you and our kids."

She started crying again. "I think it would be best if I left and we got a divorce."

Daniel felt his heart sink. "Emily please...don't do this."

She stood and grabbed a suitcase before throwing random clothes into it. He grabbed her arm and she shrugged away in fear.

"Don't touch me! I swear Daniel I am leaving and you will never see these babies."

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