A/N: Hey, I'm not dead yet, guys! Sorry for the wait. My grandmother came to visit for awhile and took my room. I didn't really want to risk her looking at my shit.

Chapter 35: Remember

My body was jostled roughly, startling me out of my sleep. I searched the room for any sign of distress, my eyes falling on Charon sitting straight up and staring at the wall ahead. I laid a hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch slightly.

I yawned loudly. "Charon, what's wrong?"

He didn't look at me, or even answer me to be frank. He just kept staring at the wall.

I crawled in front of him, not on his body, but next to it. "Charon, are you alright?"

His eyes were glazed over, his face twisted in confusion. He spoke up finally. "I have to do it for her."

My brows knit together. "What? What do you have to do? And who is 'her'?" Jealousy ebbed my voice.

His head turned to look at me, his eyes showing some sort of internal connection. "I have to... remember. I have to do it for you."

I sighed under my breath and bit my lip. "I'm sorry, Charon." I laid back down in my spot. I patted my chest and he rested his head on me, like he had the night I found out I was pregnant.

"I'm sorry I don't remember, Eleanor. I want to remember what I felt. I want to... to remember being a family." His voice was cracking slightly at the end.

He rubbed my stomach gently. I could feel something through my tank top. It was wet. I looked down to see tears staining my chest. Charon was actually crying.

Seeing Charon cry for once crushed my soul. Before I even knew it, I was crying with him. He buried his face into my chest and scrunched my shirt in a tight fist. Dogmeat whined and licked my face.

"I would give anything to remember loving you, and wanting to be a father, and everything there is to know about you." His voice was barely audible and slightly muffled.

I took a deep breath before speaking, knowing damn well that if I didn't, I would be a babbling mess. "Maybe we can... start over from here."

He looked at from my chest. "And what if I forget again?"

I shook my head with a sob. "Then we can start over again after that. I can do this. We can make it work."

He stuffed his face back into my chest roughly, rubbing my stomach again. "I don't want to be like this."

"I know, Charon. I hate that they did this to you." My fingers grazed the back of his head as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

It had been two days since the accident with the slavers. So far, I hadn't felt any severe stomach pains or bleeding. I still had all the symptoms I had before the gunshot to the head.

Charon holding my hair up for me as I dry-heaved into the sink gave me back a little of my lost hope. I hadn't thrown up but it was still something. If I still had morning sickness, I had to be pregnant.

"Charon..." I choked out. "Should I go get the check up now?"

He rubbed my back in an attempt to comfort me. "I am unsure if there has been enough time to pass for an accurate diagnosis."

I cursed silently. Why did all the bad shit happen to me? I'll be lucky to make it to my third trimester by this rate.

"But I shall take you to see the doctor if that is what you wish." He held out a hand to lift me up.

I took his hand and stood up. I straightened my tank top and stumbled to the locker by the door. I dug through it until my fingers wrapped around the only regular clothes I had. I pulled out a faded blue dress that had been a little big on me before I was showing.

Charon looked away quickly when I began to undress. He turned around to give me privacy. Seeing his back facing me felt more like a slap in the face. It did until I remembered that he doesn't. He can't remember those feelings.

I dropped the dress to the ground and moved towards him instead. He jumped when my arms wrapped around his waist and I rested my face in between his shoulder blades.

"I can't tell you how much I want to remember," he whispered.

"I know," I whispered back.

I couldn't stop myself from smelling him, as weird as that sounded. He still smelled like leather and that smell that lingers on guys. That smell that's hard to describe without being offensive. I pressed my lips to a patch of skin on his back for a few moments.

He let out a shaky breath and placed a large hand over my small one. "I know it has only been under twelve hours that I have been... in this condition, but it feels longer than my time in the Ninth Circle."

"Just give it time." I muttered.

He turned around to face me, his eyes trailing up and down my body. I had never been ashamed of my body or felt the need for modesty, but being pregnant changed a lot of things. My self image was definitely one of them.

"You look like you could be a pin-up girl," he said promptly.

I smiled at his comment. He had said it when he first saw me on the bed. He was somewhere in there. "You said that a while ago."

"And I shall say it everyday until I die." He smiled slightly.

"Please don't say that." I leaned against him and he pulled me closer.

His arms crushed to him in a tight embrace. His hand found my hair and wrapped into it. My arms wrapped around his neck. He lifted me up and my legs imitated my arms and wrapped around his waist.

I ran my thumb across his jawline, earning a shudder. I closed my eyes and crushed my lips to his. He returned the gesture eagerly.

I decided to be bold and grazed his lips with my tongue. The hand wrapped in my hair tugged my head backwards, exposing my neck. His teeth ran up my throat in rough kisses.

He dropped me down on the bookshelf against the staircase and pushed me towards the wall. My back hit the cold metal, a gasp escaping my lips.

He pressed his forehead against mine and stopped everything else. The only noise now was our heavy breathing.

"Something wrong?" I asked, nervous about the answer.

He pulled away from me. I was too stunned to protest. "Yeah. It's me."

Before I could reply, he slammed the front door and was gone. The pain in my chest was more intense than the pain in my stomach. A lump formed in my throat as I tried not to cry once again.

I thumped my head against the wall and Dogmeat ran downstairs. He jumped up and rested his front paws on the shelf, looking up expectantly. I rubbed behind his ear to distract myself.

"I fucked up again, Dogmeat."