While You Loved Me

Author's Note: Thank you all for your adds and your reviews, I really appreciate it. I know that you didn't want Emmett and Bella to break up but it's important to the story…trust me. Anyway, I am going to go back to the present for this chapter as a bit of filler but we will get back to the main story that Junior is reading to Bella in a bit. I won't tell you who Junior is just yet but you may be able to guess already…if not? You'll find out at the end. Just know that he is important to Bella…but whether he is Emmett or Edward? That's yet to be told.

Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, Nicholas Sparks or one of the guys from Rascal Flatts (Gary Levox, Jay DeMarcus and Joe Don Rooney) though it would be cool to meet any of the before mentioned. But it goes without mentioning that the characters belong to Stephanie, the plot belongs to Nicholas and the Title belongs to Rascal Flatts.

Chapter 5

Junior's POV- Present Day

"Junior, Dr. Rice would like to see you now." Jessica said coming into the room with Bella and I.

"I'll be back in a bit Miss Bella and we can continue the story." I said to Bella, closing the book that I was reading to her and smiling.

"That would be wonderful, I can't wait." She said shyly as I stood.

As I was walking away, I heard Jessica ask Bella if she would like to play the piano. I heard Bella reply that she didn't know if she could and Jessica encouraging her to try. I walked into Dr. Rice's office and sat on the table.

"Good Afternoon, Junior. How are you feeling today?" Dr. Rice, who insists that his patients call him Andrew, asked.

"Fit as a fiddle, Andrew. How are you doing today?" I asked as he checked my heart and breathing.

"Doing just fine. No chest pains or trouble breathing?" he asked.

"Not since the last attack, no." I replied, knowing that he is concerned about me since my heart attack last spring.

"That's great. I heard that you were reading to Miss Bella again, how is that going?" he asked.

"It's a slow process, but I'm sure that if I continue reading that she'll come back. She came back for 5 minutes the last time, but she always comes back." I said with a smile.

"I'm glad that you have faith, Junior, but I am afraid that one of these times she may not come back. She's in the late stages of Alzheimer's and at this point it's hard to tell what she will remember." Andrew replied.

"I know, but I owe it to her to keep trying." I replied. That's when I heard piano music coming from the other room, a familiar song that I knew from the past. "I forgot to turn the page." I said.

"Well maybe Jessica did it for her." Andrew replied and I shook my head smiling.

"No, THAT she's playing from memory." I replied with a grin and walked out of the room and on to the cafeteria to get something to eat.

I sat with Bella for the rest of the day just talking, knowing that she wasn't up for more of the story today. We were sitting outside when Jessica walked up.

"You have visitors." She said.

"Who me? I don't know." Bella replied.

"No, ma'am, Miss Bella. Junior, you have visitors." Jessica said with a smile and just as she walked away my three children and two grandchildren walked up and took a seat across from Bella and I.

"Bella, these are my children." I said and she smiled shyly at them.

"Hello." She said softly. She sat there awkwardly for a few minutes before standing up. "I-I think I'm going to go inside for a little. It was nice to meet you." She said to my visitors before heading inside. My son waited until Bella was gone to speak.

"Dad, we want you to come home." He said.

"Why would I do that?" I asked.

"Dad, Mom doesn't remember us…she doesn't remember you. We feel that it's just a waste of time you being here." My daughter replied.

"Guys, I can't leave her." I said.

"I know, Dad but we want you to come home. We can take better care of you there." My youngest daughter said, pleading with me.

"I'm being taken care of here, guys. Don't worry" I said "I know you don't understand why I am still here or why I am still trying but that's my sweetheart in there. She may not remember me right now but there's still a chance that she will, even for a minute. I owe it to her to keep trying, like I promised her that I would when she first got sick."

"We just don't want you to get your hopes up is all, we don't want you to get hurt again if she doesn't come back this time." My son said.

"She'll come back, guys. She always comes back." I said with a smile.

I spend a couple more hours with my children and grandchildren, talking about everything under the sun and just being together before I went inside to call it a night. The next morning I was going to try again to continue to story and to try to get Bella to remember, like she always did.

The next morning, after a restful night's sleep, I made my way down to Bella's room to continue to story. Jessica informed me that she was having an off day but asked her anyway if she wanted to continue and Bella had her send me in.

"How are you doing today, Bella?" I asked.

"I'm fine, I suppose. I'm just not myself today." She replied honestly.

"Would you like to continue to the story I read to you yesterday?" I asked.

"Um…I guess we could. I'm not sure that I remember what was going on when you last read to me but we can start where you left off. I can try to remember." She said hesitantly.

"Ok, let's go sit down and I will continue." I said as we both took a seat in the window seat of her room. "It had been a year since Bella and Emmett saw each other and Bella was away at college in New York when the news of Pearl Harbor hit the nation."

I continued on from there, reading to her.