Georgia’s POV
"Georgia—baby—wait!" Nicholas dodged the last swing, his voice breaking sowhere between panic and laughter. "You might not rember, but we’re going to be parents! Katie’s going to be so happy!"
I covered my face with both hands, torn between laughing and crying. My body trembled, my heart... too happy for a mory I didn’t even have. I don’t understand what’s going on deep inside . I’m so confused!
"Georgia, breathe," Ella said, rushing to my side, her hand clutching mine. "It’s okay. You’re safe. Just breathe, okay?"
But I couldn’t. The room felt like it was collapsing in on .
And yet, everyone was smiling—crying, celebrating—as if this was the best thing that ever happened.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to wake up and realize this was so twisted dream, a hallucination caused by my fall or the dication they gave .
But the pain in my chest was too real. The pounding in my temples too loud. The warmth of Ella’s hand gripping mine too tangible.
My head spun, flashes of light dancing in front of my eyes. My breathing turned ragged. "No... no, this can’t be happening," I murmured. "This isn’t real. It’s not possible!"
And when my gaze t Nicholas’s tearful, overjoyed eyes, my heart twisted painfully—an ache I couldn’t explain, one that didn’t co from confusion but from sowhere deeper, sothing buried.
Sothing that terrified even more than the idea of being pregnant.
Because for a second—just one short, fleeting second—I felt sothing when I looked at him.
Sothing my mind didn’t rember...
But my body did.
"Hold your horses, dear," Dr. Kim cut in, all business and zero rom-com vibes. "Not so fast. She’s still bleeding. If it worsens, we could lose the pregnancy. I’m ordering complete bed rest—minimum one week. After that, we’ll reassess."
Nicholas’s hand shot up like a kid in class. "Whatever you need, doctor—private nurses, round-the-clock care, anything. Na it, I’ll pay for it."
I sat up enough to glare at him. "Excuse ? I’m the one lying in this bed. Maybe ask what I want before you turn my life into a five-star dical retreat?"
He blinked, legitimately baffled. "Georgia—aren’t you... happy? Just tell what you want, I’ll give it."
I rolled my eyes so hard it practically hurt. If there’d been sothing within reach, I would’ve launched it at his smug face. "Happy? I’m on bed rest, I nearly drowned, I’ve got a gunshot graze, and I’m incubating a human, I don’t rember making. Yeah, thrilled. Ecstatic," I said, sarcasm dripping.
Dr. Spencer stepped in, hands raised like a referee. "One step at a ti. She rests. We monitor hourly. If anything changes, call us imdiately." She handed Ella a paper with ergency numbers—because apparently my life now had a hotline.
Dr. Spencer turned to with that calm, doctorly voice that made everything sound both reassuring and terrifying. "Georgia, if you feel anything strange, pain, dizziness, nausea, or just anything unusual, call your nurse imdiately. And if you need anything, let us know, okay?"
I nodded. "Aside from the stabbing pain all over my body and the fact that I woke up as the main character with amnesia in a soap opera, I’m fine. But can I at least see my niece and my housekeeper? Please tell I’m not in solitary confinent."
Dr. Spencer cracked a small smile. "As long as you stay in bed, you may have visitors. Just no playing with your niece, no stress. Rest is your main priority."
"Thanks, doc," I muttered.
The dical team began their tidy exit, clipboard symphony, and polite nods. As the door swung shut, I grabbed Ella’s hand like it was a lifeline.
"Stay with ," I whispered urgently. "Please. Don’t leave alone with that man."
Ella laughed through her tears and squeezed back. Nicholas mouthed sothing that probably would annoy , hard to tell under my death glare, but I wasn’t ready to accept all this easily.
Nicholas, who was busy saving the doctor’s numbers on his phone, looked up. "That man?" he repeated, hand over his chest like I’d just stabbed him.
"Yes, that man," I said, glaring at him. "The overbearing stranger who apparently married and got pregnant without my brain’s permission."
Ella tried and failed to hide her laugh. "Oh, this is going to be fun," she whispered under her breath.
The woman beside Nicholas stepped closer, her smile so warm it could lt the chill in the sterile hospital air. She extended her hand to , and I took it. Sothing about her felt instantly comforting, like sunshine I didn’t know I missed.
"Since you can’t rember —or us—let introduce myself," she said gently. "I’m Veronica Knight, but everyone calls Vicky. I’m your sister-in-law. And since you wanted to see Katie and Wendy, I’ll go and pick them up. Is there anything you’d like to bring or buy when I return?"
Her kindness made my chest tighten. "Nice to et you, Vicky. I’m fine, really. I just... want to see my niece and Wendy."
Vicky’s expression softened even more. "Georgia, Katie isn’t your niece anymore—she’s your daughter now. You made it official. She was over the moon when you told her about her adoption. And... my parents and my brother would love to see you too. They’ve been worried sick and texting nonstop. May I bring them along?"
I hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Sure. Maybe... maybe once I et them, sothing will click. Maybe my mories will find their way back."
"Can I hug you before I go?" she asked, her voice almost trembling with affection.
I didn’t even think twice—I opened my arms, and she wrapped in a tender embrace that felt oddly familiar. She leaned close and whispered, "You and Katie are our family. My brother loves you more than anything in this world—please, don’t forget that."
When she pulled away, her smile lingered even after she left the room. And as the door closed, my heart ached in a way my mind couldn’t understand—like it rembered sothing I had lost, and wanted desperately to find it again.
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