-1(Chapter 3)

"What?" Mark asked, looking at Glen to see if it was a joke.

"They seem to think we're married. They think I'm pregnant." Athena said.

"Baby. We are married." Mark said, raising Athena's hand so she could see the ring. "You are having a baby."

"Mrs. Callaway what is that last thing you remember?" The doctor asked.

"I don't know."

"You remember that you and Mark are dating right?" Glen asked, hopefully.

"Yes. You begged me for months to go out on a date with him, how could I ever forget?" Athena said, smiling as she remembered. "I remember being your assistant on RAW. I remember going to SmackDown once a month to help Stephanie with storylines. Mark tried to ask me out for months before you finally convinced me to give him a chance. I remember Mark calls me every night at ten o'clock to make sure I got to the hotel okay."

"Good now we're getting somewhere." Glen said. "Where do you live?"

"In Miami with Trish." Athena said, trying to remember something, anything that would convince her that she was married to Mark, that she was having his baby. She didn't feel pregnant. Wait, do you FEEL pregnant?

Mark went to open his mouth but Glen glared at him and he shut it quickly. At that moment Mark was just happy to have Athena happy to see him, holding his hand lovingly. For the first time in a long time she seemed to want him around. He was upset that she didn't remember marrying him. Sleeping with him. He just thanked god she remembered that she was dating him.

Athena told them all the things she remembered, what dates her and Mark had gone on. About making out on the beach in Italy and almost more before Mark stopped and said they should return to the hotel. That was the last of what she remembered.

"Okay so she remembers up to about two weeks before you proposed." Glen said.

Mark turned to look at the doctor.

"What is wrong with my wife?" Mark demanded.

"It's short term I'm sure. Usually people remember little things over time. Sometimes they remember nothing. It's all up to mother nature and the patient's brain." The doctor said.

"You mean she may never remember the time that she's lost." Mark asked.

"Yes." The doctor said, leaving.

Mark sighed. Should he tell his wife that she was leaving him? That they hardly got along. That they yelled at each other almost every day? He turned his head and saw how happy she looked to see him. And pushed the thought to the back of his head.