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Chapter 15: Product of True Love

November 24, 2358
Forbidden District, Lake Buena Vista, Florida, US
Wayne's Apartment

11 A.M.

Amanda sat on the couch in Wayne's apartment. Finn was sifting through the books on the shelf across the room, searching for a certain scrapbook. Ever since they had both woken up yesterday morning from nightmares, Finn had this renewed hope. He was determined to help Amanda remember who she was. Today's attempt involved old scrapbooks.

"Ah ha!" Finn exclaimed as he pulled out one of the older scrapbooks and moved back to the couch. He sat next to Amanda and opened the scrapbook, lying it on her lap. "This one should have some good stuff."

Amanda started flipping through the pages and saw all different pictures and newspaper articles. Most of the pages dealt with Finn and his other friends, whom the newspaper articles called "the Kingdom Keepers." Every once in a while she would see one with herself in it.

She kept flipping until she saw one of Charlene and Maybeck fighting at a picnic table. She was about to flip to the next page when Finn put his right hand down on the page.

"Oh stop here! This one's one of my favorite pictures."

Amanda gave him a confused look. "It's of Charlene and Maybeck fighting?"

Finn rolled his eyes. "Yes it is, but look in the background."

He pointed just past the fighting couple. Sitting at the next table over was Finn and Amanda. Finn had his arm draped over Amanda's shoulders. He was leaning in close and whispering something in her ear. Whatever he was saying was obviously a joke, because Amanda was holding back laughter. She would be crazy to deny how happy they looked in this picture. They looked a lot younger though. The date in the lower right hand corner said 06/10/2002.

Amanda glanced back up at Finn. "How old are we in this picture? We look like we're twelve!"

Finn laughed. "Close! We had just finished eighth grade. So we were…thirteen? Fourteen? Something like that."

Amanda looked back at the picture. How long have we known each other?

"See in this picture," Finn pointed at the picture as he explained the story behind it. "The seven of us decided to go out for the day, and we didn't have to get permission for Animal Kingdom, so that's where we went."

"You didn't have to get permission to go to the park?" Amanda remembered him mentioning something about that. Due to how famous they were, they had to get permission to go to any of the now abandoned parks. "I thought you said—"

"The DHI's weren't installed in Animal Kingdom. They used animals for that park. We were safe."

"Oh," Amanda looked back down at the picture to not show the confusion on her face. This whole "DHI" thing was even more confusing than she thought. Finn made it all seem so easy.

"Anyway, Charlene saw Maybeck feeding a duck a French fry and she was yelling at him to stop. Something about a sign she saw…" Finn waved off the thought. "Anyway, Jess, Willa and Philby had left to go on the safari ride, so you and I scooted to the next table and pretended like we didn't know who they were."

Finn pointed to the younger version of the couple in the photo. "Eventually we got in a joke war, trying to see who could make the best joke out of Charlene and Maybeck. I don't remember what I said, but I know that whatever I'm saying right here was the winner. Willa took this photo with her camera."

The way his face lit up when he talked about their past made her smile. There wasn't a single doubt in her mind that he was in love with her—or at least the Amanda he used to know. Amanda wanted nothing more than to remember that side of herself. She wanted to be able to smile at old memories with him.

Amanda glanced down and noticed something on his left hand that she hadn't noticed before: a wedding ring. Out of shock, she gasped.

Finn put a hand on her back. "What is it?"

"You…you're m-m-married!"

Finn gave her a confused look. He followed her gaze to his left hand. "I…uh…I assumed you knew."

Amanda felt tears swelling up in her eyes. She closed the scrapbook and dropped it in Finn's lap. She stood up and turned around so that she was facing Finn.

"How could you? You made me believe that you loved me! That you actually cared! No, you've been married to someone else this whole time!"

Finn looked shocked, as if she had slapped him across the face—repeatedly. "Amanda," he stood up slowly. He tried to grab her hands, but she moved them out of the way just in time.

"Amanda, please. Let me explain."

"Explain what? That you're married? That you made me think we had a chance? When were you going to tell me that I was your mistress?"

With the last word, Finn took a step back. He took a few seconds to compose himself and then closed the gap between them.

"You are not my mistress, Amanda! I can't believe you would jump to that conclusion!"

Amanda threw up her hands in frustration. "What other conclusion am I supposed to get from that wedding ring? You're married, Finn, and it's not to me!"

"Ugh!" Finn threw up his hands and walked around Amanda back to the shelf. He began searching through the contents and muttering to himself furiously.

"What are you looking for?" Amanda yelled as she followed him.

At first, Finn didn't answer. He kept shoving aside books. After a few more seconds, he reached deep into the shelves and grabbed something.

"This," Finn turned around and offered the small box to her. "This is what I was looking for."

"What is it?" Amanda asked. She could hear her anger in her own voice. Calm down, she reminded herself. Hear him out.

"This," Finn opened up the box and showed her the contents, "is the yo-yo I got you as a wedding gift."

Amanda looked down at the box with wide eyes. Wedding gift? For me? This makes no sense!

The red yo-yo had accumulated a lot of dust over the years. She wasn't sure how long it had been in there, but the black writing hadn't faded yet—so obviously not that old.

"A…a…wedding gift?" Amanda stuttered.

Finn looked down at the box and smiled. "Yeah. You thought it was cheesy."

Amanda raised an eyebrow. "I don't get it."

Finn looked up at Amanda and made eye contact with her. "I once told you that I was a human yo-yo, that no matter what, I'd always keep coming back at you."

Finn took a deep breath, sighing at the memory. "I honestly couldn't afford anything expensive, like jewelry, so I thought a simple one would work. A yo-yo was the only thing I could think of."

Amanda stared down at the yo-yo.

"This was my gift to you Amanda…on our wedding day. May 4th, 2013."

Amanda looked back up at Finn and made eye contact. "Our wedding day?"

Finn nodded. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out two rings. One was a small gold one, the other silver with a small diamond. One a wedding ring, the other an engagement ring. He held them out for Amanda. "These…these were…are yours."

Amanda hesitated before taking the rings out of his hand. She was staring at them, lost in her own train of thought.

"I'm going to go get us lunch," Finn kissed the top of her head. "I'll be back. Are you going to be okay here all by yourself?"

"Yeah," Amanda muttered. Finn left the room and Amanda drifted toward the couch. She plopped herself down on it and continued to stare at the rings.

These were hers. How could she not remember? Finn probably only left because she was acting like an idiot. How did she not see this coming? He had said he was in love with an Amanda, which she later found out meant her. How come she couldn't remember?

More importantly, why did she make the stupid mistress comment? Amanda balled the hand with the rings in it into a fist and buried her head in her hands. She felt the tears stream down her face, but she didn't do anything to stop them.

The door opened after a few minutes later and Charlene walked through.

"Oh hey!" Charlene's face lit up when she saw Amanda. "I thought the place was empty."

"Oh," Amanda wiped a tear from her cheek. "I can leave if you want—"

"No!" Charlene gave her a smile "I'm glad you're here." Charlene put her coat on the coat rack and turned to face Amanda. She noticed the tears and her expression soured. "Oh sweetie what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Amanda murmured as she wiped away a few tears.

Charlene plopped herself next to her on the couch. "What's wrong Amanda?"

Amanda reached over to the table next to the couch, grabbed a tissue, and blew her nose." Finn just gave me two rings. He claims they're mine, but I can't remember and it's just…frustrating."

At first Charlene was silent. She took the two rings from Amanda's hand and studied them—as if they would give her the answers Amanda yearned for.

"I'm going to give you some advice, Amanda, and whether or not you choose to take it is your choice."

Amanda turned to face Charlene and wiped another tear from her face. "What advice?"

"I know Finn's trying his hardest, but maybe that's the point. Maleficent probably made your memory the hardest to regain, just because she knew it would hurt Finn the most if you couldn't remember him."

"So you're suggesting…"

"I'm suggesting that you go with Finn do things you wouldn't normally do together. He'll know what I'm talking about."

"You think that if Finn and I start doing things that we would normally never do, then I might start remembering?"

Charlene shrugged. "It might. Maybeck and I were going to clean the power plant when we both remembered."

Amanda raised an eyebrow. "That's not all that happened according to Maybeck."

Charlene blushed, which was all the confirmation Amanda needed. Maybeck hadn't been lying about the kiss after all.

Amanda continued. "But he said you were somewhere you had been before and doing something you usually do." If Charlene had remembered by doing something other than what she was suggesting now, how could Amanda trust it? She had to know.

"Honestly, we hadn't kissed in the longest time. A few months before the curse, I broke off our engagement."

Amanda saw the sadness in her eyes. She couldn't think of a reason for her to break off the engagement, but whatever the reason, it was still haunting Charlene.

"So you were in a place you had been before—"

"We were in a place that meant a lot to both of us."

"So you think that's what I should do? Go to a place that means a lot to me and Finn?"

Charlene perked up, signaling Amanda that she had finally caught on to Charlene's train of thought. "But make sure you're doing something that you would normally never do."

Charlene checked her watch. "Oh gosh! I've got to get back!" She handed Amanda the rings and stood up, heading over to the coat rack.

"Where are you going? You're always gone!"

Charlene grabbed her jacket. "Maybeck and I have been at the power plant the past two days."

"Doing what? Surely that place doesn't need that much cleaning."

"Yeah, cleaning…that's what we've been doing." She winked at Amanda.

Amanda rolled her eyes as Charlene left the apartment. Amanda sunk back down in the couch. Subconsciously her gaze drifted toward the shelves of scrapbooks. An idea formed in her head.

If she wanted to find something they normally didn't do, she would need to do some research.

November 24, 2358
Forbidden District, Lake Buena Vista, Florida, US
Wayne's Apartment

1 P.M.

Lizzie laughed as her mother tickled her. Willa wanted more than anything than her father to remember her by her second birthday—February 14th.

Philby had always joked that she was the "product of true love," and since Philby and Willa were true soul mates, having their daughter born on St. Valentine's Day only made sense. But Willa knew that he had only gotten that line from her favorite television show Once Upon A Time.

Every time Willa thought about Philby her heart hurt even more. It had been almost two months since she had remembered who she was. He still showed no sign of remembering.

Think positive, Willa reminded herself. He'll remember before Lizzie's birthday. You'll make sure of it.

Willa heard the microwave beep. She picked up Lizzie, propping her up on her hip and walked into Wayne's kitchen.

Lizzie leaned forward to see what was in the microwave. Her face lit up when she saw the pizza slice sizzling inside. Willa wanted to laugh. Lizzie inherited the love of pizza from her father.

Stop thinking about Philby!

Willa placed the pizza on a plate and walked back into the living room. She placed Lizzie on the carpet, with the pizza in front of her. Finn, who had been sitting on the couch flipping through old scrapbooks all afternoon with Amanda, looked up at Willa as if just noticing that she was there.

"Where did you get the pizza?" Finn asked her. Bringing pizza near Finn without giving him any was Willa's version of slapping him in the face. "More importantly, why didn't you get me any?"

Willa rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hip. "You're not twenty-one months old, Finn. You can go get your own pizza!"

The front door to the apartment opened before Finn could retort and Philby walked in. He saw Willa and froze.

"Uh…hey," he managed to stutter.

Finn and Amanda shared a look.

"We've got somewhere we've got to be, right Finn?" Amanda asked Finn in a tone of voice that was anything but subtle.

"No, what are you—"

Amanda elbowed him. "Of course we do, sweetie."

"OH, that place." Finn put the scrapbook back on the shelf and followed Amanda out of the apartment.

When they left, Philby gave Willa a strange look. "What was that all about?"

"Uh…I don't know," Willa glanced down at Lizzie, unsure of what to do.

Lizzie placed the pizza slice back on the plate, stood up, looking right at Philby.

"Daddy!"

Philby's eyes grew wide and he froze in shock again. Before he could say or do anything, Lizzie was already at his feet, arms raised so that he could pick her up.

Philby's eyes met Willa's and she shrugged. If there was anything Willa had learned from being a mom: it was that when a child wanted to be held, it was hard to say no.

He reluctantly picked Lizzie up and put her on his hip. Tears formed in Willa's eyes. Seeing her husband and her daughter together again was such a foreign sight, she didn't know what to do. This was the thing she yearned for most, but she wasn't sure how to handle it now that it was in front of her.

Philby noticed her mixed emotions and gave her a smile to lighten the mood.

"How are you Willa?"

"Good. How are you?"

"Good…I guess."

"Daddy!" Lizzie exclaimed. "I got some pizza!"

Philby glanced over at Willa and made eye contact again. "Oh, that's nice…uh..."

"Lizzie," Willa interrupted, saving him from the embarrassment of admitting that he didn't know who his own daughter was. "Sweetie, let's finish your pizza. I'm sure…daddy has things he has to do right now."

Lizzie ultimately looked sad. As a mother, it hurt seeing her daughter sad. But Philby didn't need her calling him daddy right now. Honestly, Willa wasn't sure how Lizzie had recognized him.

Lizzie nodded and wiggled out of Philby's grip, hurrying over to the plate of pizza on the floor.

Willa walked over to Philby so that they could talk in hushed tones.

"I'm so sorry about that," she apologized. "She…she's almost two. She doesn't know our situation."

"It's fine," Philby muttered quickly, which told Willa he didn't mean it.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, he cleared his throat. "How come she called me daddy?"

"Uh…" Willa glanced back at her daughter before looking her husband straight in the face. "Do you want the honest answer or the answer you want to hear?"

"The honest answer."

Willa took a shaky breath. Here goes nothing.

"Lizzie…is…your daughter. That's why she's calling you daddy."

Philby shook his head as he walked over to the couch and sat down. "No, you're mistaken. I don't have a child."

Willa sat down beside him and put her hand on top of his. She held it there and waited until he looked up at her to continue. "Do you think I would lie to you about something as big as that?"

Philby stared at his feet. Willa noticed that he wasn't moving his hand away from hers. A good sign.

"No, I don't think you would lie that…or about anything really."

He removed his hand from underneath hers. When he put his head in both of his heads, Willa noticed how stressed he was.

No, it wasn't stress. Philby had made some bad decisions and had some more tough ones coming up. What did you do back in London Philby?

Out of old habits, she placed a hand on his back, slowly rubbing it, and kissed the top of his head. She backed away and froze when she realized what she was doing.

"Oh I am so sorry Philby, I…I…I don't know what I'm doing." Willa scooted over away from him.

Philby looked up at her, but before he could reply, Lizzie came running up. She basically threw herself into his lap.

"Daddy! Daddy! Guess what?"

Philby stared at Willa a little bit longer. She couldn't tell if he was just remembering or if he was confused by her—his expression was that complex.

Lizzie tugged on Philby's jacket. "Daddy! You're not listening!"

"Uh…of course I am…Lizzie," he said slowly. He finally turned his gaze off of Willa and started to listen to his twenty-one month old daughter rant endlessly about random stuff.

For a second, things were almost normal again. But Willa knew he didn't remember. He was just playing along for their daughter's sake.

Willa stood up and grabbed the plate Lizzie had left on the floor. She walked over to the kitchen and started washing the plate in the sink. After placing the plate in the dishwasher, Willa leaned against the counter and held back tears.

She needed Philby now more than ever. If it was any other time, he would have started to comfort her the second he saw her discomfort. But now, under the curse, he didn't know her. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't coming to her rescue. He wasn't going to hold her while she cried. He wasn't going to be her knight in shining armor.

Willa turned the dishwasher on and hurried off to the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and let all the tears fall. Better now while she was alone than in front of the husband that didn't remember her.

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