Trying to Recall
Title: Trying to Recall Part 2B Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: John, Mary Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with'em. Feedback: Absolutely! Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #019-White. Mary has lost her memory. Mary's POV.
I woke up and the picture beside the bed reminded me of where I was. I didn't start to panic, and I was glad for that. I knew I was home, and that more memories would return in time. My head felt better and I could hear someone moving around downstairs, probably John. There was a female voice drifting upstairs. It made me curious, not cautious. I knew John wouldn't allow anyone in our home who would harm me.
John was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee while the woman whisked around our kitchen. I paused in the doorway. "Great to see you're up," John got up from the table. "Are you feeling better."
"Yeah, I am," I smiled at him as I was swallowed into his embrace. "I had a good nap."
"This is Julie," the woman in the kitchen turned around at the sound of her name.
She came over to us and put a hand on my shoulder, "I'm so glad you're starting to feel better, Mary. I was worried. I've been your friend since before you were married." Her eyes were taking in my face, looking for any form of recognition. I gave her a week smile, because I didn't remember and I could only imagine what it was like for her.
"Don't worry," she kept her voice light. "It'll come back to you. All the crazy things we did before you were married, I can't mention them in front of John," John just smiled and shook his head as Julie went on," but I'll tell you all about your single life. Something will click." She fluttered back to whatever it was she had been doing.
"Julie wanted to come see you at the hospital, she's like family to us," John explained. "I put her off as long as I could, but I figured having her around might help."
"It's okay," I told him. "I don't remember her but I like her."
Julie stayed into the evening and said she'd come back the next day. She gave me hug before she left because she was just that kind of friend who wouldn't leave without one.
"Sometimes her energy can get to be too much," John said. "But, she kept it toned down a little tonight. Her energy is one of the things you love about her."
"I just can't--"
"That's fine, honey," John put an arm around my waist. "She understands. She doesn't expect it all to come back overnight."
I nodded, glad that she was a patient person.
***
I went upstairs to get ready for bed. I found my white nightgown easy enough. I grabbed it and took it in the bathroom with me. When I came out, John was sitting on the bed. "Did you want me to sleep on the couch?" he offered.
"No, I'm fine," I gave him a smile. I folded my clothes up on a chair and then I turned, John was in bed with his left arm outstretched.
"How's your head?" he asked as I sat down on the bed.
"Feels better," I replied. "I just wish that my memory was better."
"Give it time," his voice was soft.
I turned over and scooted closer to John. He adjusted so that I could snuggle into him. I laid my head on his shoulder and placed my hand over his heart. He wrapped his other arm around me and I felt so safe and loved. I tried to move closer, just needing to feel him against me.
"You did always like to snuggle," John's deep voice laughed and it made me smile.
"You don't mind?"
"If I did, I married the wrong woman," he said, "I wouldn't have it any other way. I missed this last night."
"Did you get any sleep last night?" I looked up at him.
"Enough," he replied. "I dreamed of our baby."
"You did?"
"That surprises you?"
"Not really. But I'm glad you told me," I looked at him and gently kissed him. When he kissed me back it was tender and slow.
I fell asleep with my head on his chest, the last thing I remembered him saying was that we were going to get through this memory thing just fine.
I woke up in the dark, but knew where I was. I had rolled over to my side. John's body was behind mine, pressed close. His arm was around my waist and his hand was pressed to my lower abdomen. His large palm was trying to protect our baby. At that point I loved him even more.