**Laura's p.o.v**
I hold my breath.
"Of course I remember who you guys are, you're my parents." He replies like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"You remember your siblings right, and Ratliff?" Stormie asks.
"Of course, Riker, Rocky, Ryland, and Rydel." He replies.
"And R5?" Mark asks.
"Of course, what's with the twenty questions?" he asks.
"Well honey you were in a horrible car accident late last night and you've been in a coma since, the doctors weren't sure how much, if anything, you'd remember." Stormie explains.
"The only thing I don't remember is the accident apparently." He replies.
Stormie lets out a sigh.
"Well that's ok, the important thing is you're here, and you're ok." Stormie replies, averting her gaze to me.
"Ross, you, you remember who I am, right?" I ask.
He takes my hand.
"Of course I remember who you are Laura, how could I not?" he asks.
I carefully lay my head on his chest as tears of relief start pouring out.
"Laura what's wrong?" he asks.
I started crying slightly harder.
"I just, I had the worst nightmare last night, you didn't remember who I was, o-or your siblings, or the band, or anybody." I started sobbing.
He wraps his arm around me.
"Oh Laura, I could never forget any of that, I could especially never forget you, not even if I wanted to." He replies, kissing me on my forehead.
Even though I was relieved, the memory of what had happened in the last 36 hours started flashing behind my closed eyes as I blinked back tears.
"It's just, getting the news that you'd been hurt and then seeing you in a coma not knowing what you'd remember or if you'd remember anyone, or anything, and wondering if your memory would come back and then the nightmare." I start to rant, gasping every now and again through my sobs.
"Shhh shh, it's ok, I'm here, I'm fine, and I'm never gonna forget you, or anything else, I couldn't, not ever." He replies comfortingly, resting his head against mine.
Stormie came over, taking Ross's hand which was resting on my shoulder.
"Why don't you go get the other's Laura, they're going to want to see him." She says.
I nod my head as I wipe the tears out of my eyes.
And I leave to go get the others.
**a few days later**
Ross had come home a few hours ago; we were now sitting in his room looking through the scrapbook I'd made him four our second month anniversary.
Ross laughed as he pointed at a picture of me and him standing soaking wet in his parents front yard.
"I remember that day." He said.
I started laughing too.
"When you locked your keys in the car and we got locked out and it started pouring rain and we had to walk to a gas station to call your parents." I reply.
"Worst. Date. Ever." He says between laughs.
"No, it was fun." I reply, looking up into his eyes.
He gives me a quick kiss.
"I'm sorry our anniversary kind of got ruined." He replies.
I shake my head.
"Don't even apologize, I don't even care about that, I'm just glad you're ok." I reply wrapping him in a hug.
"Ow!" he groans.
"Oh! Sorry." I reply pulling back.
"It's fine, ribs are still just a bit sore." He replies.
I kiss him lightly on his cheek.
"Well I guess since you don't 'really care' about the anniversary you're not interested in my gift then." He says with a sly grin.
"I guess you don't care about yours either then." I reply back with the same grin.
We laugh.
"I'll go get yours, it's in my car." I say as I get up to leave.
I walk out to get his gift, and go back inside with a grin.
"Ok, Ross I've got it right here." I reply walking into his room.
But I pause when I see his confused look.
"Who are you?" he asks.
My smile fades.
But then he grins. "Just kidding!" he exclaims.
I give him a shocked expression.
"Ross you meanie!" I exclaim sitting down on his bed.
"What's. Wrong. With. You?" I ask playfully hitting him.
We both erupt into a mild fit of laughing.
He pulls a pink box out from behind his back.
"For you." He says with a smile.
I take the box and open it, inside is a stainless steel, guitar pick engraved with my name in black ink, on a silver chain.
"Ross this is beautiful!" I exclaim.
I look at his own R5 guitar pick necklace hanging loosely around his neck.
I laugh slightly.
"We're twins." I reply.
Then I hand him my box.
"Open yours now." I say with a grin.
He takes the box and opens it.
Inside is a pocket watch, painted on the outside was the R5 logo, inside it was engraved with his name.
"Laura this is awesome!" he exclaims, hanging it on a nail above his bed.
"I-I didn't know if you were into watches or not, but I couldn't think of anything else that was special or anything, i-if you don't like it I can get you something-"
He interrupts my ranting with a kiss.
"Don't be ridiculous, I love it." He replies.
I smile up at him.
He smiles at me.
In a careful manner I wrap my arms around his neck in a hug.
He puts his arms around me.
"What's all this about?" he asks.
"I'm just, I'm glad you're ok." I reply, I'd been saying the same thing to him for the last two days now.
"You've been saying that for the last two days now." He says as if he can hear my thoughts.
I laugh slightly, pulling back out of the hug a little to look into his eyes.
"Happy anniversary." Is all I say.
"Happy anniversary." He replies as we lean into another kiss.
Suddenly the door opens.
We pull away.
"Oh, sorry." Rydel apologizes with a sheepish grin.
"Mom says it's time for dinner, you're going to have dinner with us tonight, right Laura?" she asks.
"Absolutely!" I reply.
The End