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Chapter 2-

"Daddy!" I heard a little voice scream. Suddenly there was a cute little girl holding onto my leg and grinning up at me. She had two light brown braids hanging on each side of her face and shining green eyes. I picked her up and she hugged me tightly.

Belle, still sitting next to me on the bed, rubbed the little girl's back and told me, "This is our daughter, Emma. She's three years old. We have a son named Grant, too. He just turned seven a couple days ago." (A/N: Belle was 19 when she had Grant and 22 when she had Emma. She and Zach got married when she was 18 and he was 19)

When I heard my son's name, I felt like I should remember something. It seemed so familiar, and yet I couldn't place it. When he walked in the room a couple seconds later, I saw that he looked exactly like me. He had the same green eyes as his sister, but his hair was black like mine. He came over to the bed, and after Belle took Emma I scooped him up and he hugged me like Emma had. He whispered in my ear, "I missed you, Dad."

I felt terrible. Here I had these two beautiful children and this gorgeous wife, and I couldn't remember any of them. I felt my eyes fill with tears and begin to pour down my cheeks. Belle saw that I was upset and she said to Grant and Emma, "Why don't you two go downstairs and watch a movie?"

Grant and Emma left, Emma stating that she wanted to pick the movie and Grant replying that he didn't care as long as it wasn't Barney again. Once they were out of earshot, Belle turned to me, concern written all over her face. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"No, I'm not. I can't remember anything. I thought…when I heard Grant's name…something came back to me. But I don't know what it was. I felt like I knew that name."

Belle looked at me, and for a brief moment I thought I saw rage flash in her eyes. A moment later though her eyes were filled with joy and I thought I must've imagined it. "That's great, Zach! You're making progress."

I sighed. Then I asked, "What else can you tell me about my life?"

Belle seemed happy that I wanted to know more. "Your father died when you were very young, but your mother, Elizabeth, is still alive. You have one sister named Lia who babysits the kids all the time. She's 24. You work in Richmond which is about a half hours drive from here at a big company that makes weapons for the army. You're the Vice President, and all of your coworkers love you. They're at our house every Sunday during football season, and we always throw a big Christmas party that everyone comes to. Everyone in town knows and loves you, and we've been invited to more than one of the mayor's big parties every New Years. You went to a boarding school somewhere up north for high school, but you don't like to talk about it. You don't keep in touch with anyone from high school that I know of. We met at your mother's company when I was 16 and you were 18. Your mom's the President of the company and I worked for her. You came by one day and we met and started going out. We got married seven years ago, and I stopped working for your mother when I was pregnant with Grant. I haven't gone back to work since because you make enough money to provide for three families of six, let alone one family of four, soon to be five." She patted her stomach, and I noticed for the first time that there was a bulge. I don't know why, but I felt compelled to kiss her, and I did. We kissed for about 10 minutes until Grant came upstairs and asked if he could go ride bikes with his friends. Belle responded that he could as long as he took Emma with, which was followed by a lot of complaining. Eventually both Grant and Emma left, and we had the house to ourselves.

"What are we going to name the baby?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. You named Grant and I named Emma, so I guess it's your turn again." She looked at the bedside clock. It was almost four. "I better go get dinner started," she said. She got up and left the room. I lied back down on the bed and fell asleep.

It was light outside. Birds were singing. I was sitting on a bench next to a beautiful girl. It wasn't Belle, but she was just as beautiful. We were both about sixteen. I held her hands in mine and I kissed her. She kissed me back. Then she whispered, "I love you, Zach."

I whispered back, "I love you, too, Gallagher Girl."

SUSPENSE! I'll try to update as soon as I can, but no promises. Please review.