Love And War Chpt.66

I rushed into Adams room, he was sitting up and talking to the doctor, 'ah Abby,' the doctor smiled turning around. ' it seems that Adams scan showed no damage to his brain, so the probability of his memory returning is high. We think he has temporary memory loss, which means his memory could come back tomorrow or it could come back next year. There is no real way of knowing, when it will return. The doctors and I have agreed that it would be best for Adam to go home with you and see if the familiar surroundings bring his memory back.' I sat silently nodding at appropriate moments. Adam stood up and began to gather his things. When he was done I drove him back to the house.
'so I'm 25.' he said in awe. 'yes, I'm 24.' I replied.
'how long have we been together.' he asked.
'over two years.' I said sighing. 'have we...' he trailed off. 'of course we have Adam, we've got a baby.' I said exasperatedly, his whole demeanor reflected the fact that mentally he thought he was eighteen and was acting like it. I kept my eyes on the road, looking at him and seeing no recognition was tearing me apart. 'I can see why my future self fell in love with you.' he said quietly. I flinched at the memory of the Adam that I knew and loved. We drove the rest of the way home in silence.

Lucy hugged Adam when he came in, 'who's this?' he asked me looking bewildered. 'that's Lucy, my best friend and your close friend.' I said. I led him upstairs to see Amelie, thinking that maybe seeing his own child would spark some recognition. He stared blankly at her, even as she started to cry, he just looked at her. I picked her up hugging her protectively to my chest. He walked silently from the room. He stayed upstairs all evening, not coming down for dinner. I took a plate up for him, he was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, I could tell he had been sat like that for hours as the muscles of his back and shoulders looked strained through his shirt. When I walked in he stood up abruptly, 'kiss me.' he said, 'what' I said confused, setting the plate down, 'just kiss me.' he took my face in his hands and kissed me gently reminding me of Adams sweet kisses that he usually gave me every morning. He broke away from me and looked at me in the eyes, '...nothing' he said sadly, as he walked away with his shoulders sagging.

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