Hey everyone. I am soooooooooo sorry for the long delay in an update. I have been in the process of moving in with my boyfriend across country, and I haven't had access (and still really don't) to a computer with internet to upload chapters. I have been slowly working on the story with as little time that I do have. But here you go, an update!

I hope you enjoy, and I will try my best to update soon. Please review, as always. I absolutely love that you are all enjoying this story as much as I am! :)

A couple weeks later, Sig wheeled his niece into his house, where she was welcomed by her entire family in the living room. She was just coming home from the hospital, and she couldn't be more thrilled to be finally going home after the long stay. She was still unable to walk, but she could move all of her limbs, and sit up on her own, which she was more than pleased with.

"I'm so glad that you are finally home." Nina said, giving her cousin a hug.

"I'm happy to be here too. I have missed you guys."

"We have missed you too. Mom and Dad wouldn't let us come visit you in the hospital."

"I didn't want you guys to see me that way. But I am finally on the mend. That's all that matters."

"Would you like something to drink?" June asked Joelle, smiling at her.

"Just some water."

Sig wheeled Joelle to a spot in the room that was facing the circle of chairs that was in the living room. Edgar was sitting next to her, sipping on his beer that he was drinking.

"So, where is it exactly do I live? I mean, I must not own the apartment anymore."

"No, we got rid of that crap awhile ago." Sig said, shaking his head as he took a seat on the couch.

"So, where do I live?"

"You live with your fiancé." Edgar said, shrugging his shoulders.

Joelle was quiet.

"Where is he anyway?" She asked.

"He didn't feel comfortable coming, since you still won't talk to him." Norman answered.

"I don't know what to say to him. I don't know who he is at all. It's just weird to me."

"We're not going to worry about that today. We are just going to enjoy you being home, and eat the wonderful dinner June is putting together." Linda said, smiling.

"I know what we can talk about. About Opie season." Joelle said with a smile.

"You are not going anywhere near that deck." Edgar said, shaking his head.

"I don't want to go on deck. I can barely stand, much less work on the deck of the boat. I do, however, if I am able to walk in a couple weeks when it is time to leave, want to go on the boat to just hang out. You know, in the wheelhouse, help cook…"

"No way." The three guys said, interrupting her.

"Or not cook. I just want to be there. You know, learn about what you do up in the wheelhouse Sig. I mean, I know I cannot be on deck. I'm nowhere near able to get on deck. But I want to just be on the boat."

Sig just stared at his niece.

"Please? And being on the boat would probably be good physical therapy. The rocking of the boat will help with my balance."

"I know you though. You did it before your accident. You lie about being okay to go on that deck when you clearly shouldn't."

"I am openly admitting that I should not be on that deck. I just can't sit in this house while you guys are out there. I will go crazy."

"We will see how much strength you have when the time comes for us to leave." Sig said.

"So there is a chance." She asked with a smile.

"Don't get your hopes up, darlin'. I haven't said yes yet."

"But you haven't said no, either." She said, grinning at her uncle.

"You know you're going to give in, Dad. You always do." Mandy said, smiling at her dad from her spot on the floor she was sitting at.

"Yeah, you always give in to her. Why don't we get what we want?"

"Oh hush, you know you girls get away with just as much." June said, smiling at her daughters.

Joelle looked outside at the snow falling, and she closed her eyes, taking in everything.

"What's up?" Edgar asked Joelle quietly.

"Can we go outside? I haven't had a cigarette in how long, and I am aching to have one, and I just want to be outside for a moment."

"You really want to give in, after a couple months of not having one?"

"You have no idea."

He smiled, standing up, and he pushed her outside to the back porch. With as cold as it was, Joelle didn't care. She leaned her head back, and looked up at the sky as the snow fell in her face. Edgar watched her quietly as she closed her eyes, a smile on her face.

"This is just perfect to me." She said softly. "I am so happy to be here right now."

"As are we." He responded, handing her a cigarette.

"Do you think I will ever remember anything?" She asked.

"I sure hope so. I want you back to normal, so I don't have to retrain you on everything. I want to pass the reins to you."

Joelle gave him a confused look.

"I've done a lot of thinking since you got hurt. Life is just way too short, and I want to spend it with my family, not on a boat."

"You love being out there though. You were meant to be on that boat."

"Maybe I wasn't?" He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"It sure wouldn't be the same without you on there with me."

He smiled at her.

"It isn't happening this year. Definitely won't happen until either you are fully better, or I find someone else to do my job. Right now, you are the one to take over my spot. You're the best on that boat. We all know it."

"That's a lot coming from you. I am just bait bitch though. What do I know?"

"You haven't been bait bitch in awhile, princess. You run the rail a lot now. Sometimes throw the hook, depending on if Matt wants to give up his spot or not."

"Can I run hydraulics?" She asked.

"Now, or before you lost your memory?" He joked.

"Before I lost it." She said with a smile.

"You definitely could. The only thing you couldn't do on the boat was what Sig does."

"To be captain would be amazing." Joelle said, smiling as she took a drag of her cigarette. The cold was starting to hit her at that point, but she didn't care.

"It's what you always said, until you and Crosby got to be so serious."

"That doesn't sound like me. Was he changing me?"

"Not at all, Joelle. You and him were perfect for each other. We couldn't ask for a better guy for you."

"How is that true? He must not understand how important fishing is to me. He must not fish himself then."

"He fishes. He works on the Wizard. Has for a few year now. You actually got him the job on the boat."

Joelle was silent.

"You would know all of this though already if you would just talk to him."

"What if I never remember him, though? What if he is hanging onto something that will never happen again?"

"You will remember him. I know it is just a matter of time."

She nodded, staring out at the backyard.

Just then, Joelle heard the sliding glass door open. She turned and saw Crosby standing in the doorway.

"Hey, how's it going?" Edgar asked, smiling at him.

"Just dropped off some of Joelle's things." He said, looking over at her. She was looking back out at the open yard, watching the snow fall.

"Thanks. You staying for dinner?" He asked.

"Nah. I'll let you guys enjoy. I have plans actually." He said.

"You know you are always welcome here. You are family." Edgar said to him softly.

Crosby smiled at him. "Thanks."

"Joelle, you coming in?" Edgar asked, putting his cigarette in the pot that sat by the door.

"In a minute." She answered.

Crosby and Edgar turned to walk inside, but Crosby was stopped by Joelle asking him to stay. He glanced at Edgar, who just shrugged his shoulders. He shut the door behind him, and took the seat that Edgar had been sitting in next to Joelle.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, glancing over at her. She never really said much to him, and was surprised she even wanted to talk to him.

"I'm alright. Tired, but I'm getting there." She said.

"You look good." He hadn't seen her in about a week at that point, afraid to go near her anymore.

"Thanks." She said.

Silence filled the air between them, and Crosby began to wonder what she had wanted him to stay around for.

"I need to say something, but I don't want to hurt your feelings in any way." She said, breaking the silence. His heart immediately dropped.

"Then don't say it." He said, shaking his head.

"I don't want your feelings to be hurt in any way. You seem like a great guy, but I really don't know if, or when, I will get my memory back. It's not fair to you to wait around in hopes that I will all of a sudden remember you."

Crosby was silent, afraid as to what she was getting too.

"You deserve to be happy, not as sad and depressed as you have been the past couple of months. You don't deserve it, and you don't deserve how I've acted around you lately."

"Then don't act that way. We can start out slow, just talking, and getting to know each other again. It's how we got to where we were before."

"I don't know if I can do that though. You know everything about me, and I know nothing about you. It kind of kills the romance out of it, don't you think?"

Crosby shook his head in disgust. He wasn't happy with what she was saying at all, and he was heartbroken.

"Obviously we had something very special. I am not denying this at all, but maybe we should both do our own thing until I start to remember. Hopefully, though, you will find happiness before that happens."

"And what if you are my happiness?"

"What if I'm not?" She asked, looking right at him at that point.

Crosby pursed his lips, hiding back the tears that he had been fighting since the beginning of the conversation. He stood up, shaking his head, then stuck his hand in his pocket, pulling out Joelle's ring. He then set it on her knee.

"You are the only one who that belongs too. Hopefully one day you will wear it again, but if you really truly feel the way you do, you can do what you wish with it. I don't want it."

With that, Crosby left. Joelle slowly picked up the ring and looked at it. It was beautiful, and sparkled, and Joelle sighed as she looked at it. She stuck it in her pocket, then wheeled herself back inside.

There you go. thanks again in advance for the reviews! :)