Remember Me

5. Going Home

Maya doesn't get discharged for another three days and within them, I get myself discharged which of course makes her absolutely livid. "You know, you woke up after me." She points out. My wife was still sassy as hell so luckily, it doesn't seem that her personality was affected at all. "I hardly think it's fair that you've already been sleeping in your nice, warm bed for two days."

"Maya, you're going home today. Why are you still complaining?" I ask with a slight chuckle to my voice as I go to retrieve her shoes from the closet where her clothes had been stashed. The ones from the accident are there but unlike my wife I had begun to remember the specifics of the crash which is why within the two nights I've been home, I haven't slept. I wake up from nightmares every single time I close my eyes.

So, I had brought her clothes from home to change into to go home today. It was odd to see her dressed like herself now but still with no memory of the day that she bought what she's wearing. I had chosen a pair of jeans and simple purple v-neck that hide most of her bruises from the crash and easily slide over the cast on her arm. Luckily, unlike I first thought, it wasn't her whole arm that was broken just her wrist and they assured us that it would be healed in a matter of weeks which was more than they could say about her brain.

"Ready to go?" I look up to find Maya's mother entering the room with her husband in tow. Shawn and I usually got along, we knew each other before I could talk but when I had made my feelings about his daughter known things got a little rocky. And her mother never thought I was good enough for her. She wanted her daughter to marry someone who makes eight figures and drives a fast sports car. Of course a man like that would probably love all those things more than her but who am I to argue with my mother in law?

"Um." Here was the thing, after Maya made it clear that we were going to try and start over...we had decided that she'd be coming home. And her parents had no idea. They'd been under the impression that our divorce papers would be drawn up by week's end and that their daughter would finally have her second chance to find someone better.

"What are you doing here?" Shawn asks gently, not exactly demanding but confused.

"She asked me to be" I shrug. I wasn't going to lie. We're married. I have every right to be here even if she doesn't remember me.

"Don't you think this is confusing enough without you here?" Katy seethes, tearing her gaze away from her daughter. "She already doesn't know who you are and now you're here doing what exactly? Hm?"

I open my mouth to speak but Maya interjects. "Like he said, I asked him to be here. And he's taking me home today."

Katy and Shawn share a look and I know that hell is about to break lose. Good thing we're at a hospital, lots of people to nurse me back to health...again. "Excuse me? You're making her go home with you?" Katy shouts at me. I roll my eyes.

Everything was always my fault. Every fight. The long engagement. Every negative pregnancy test. The accident. It was all because of something I'd done wrong. It was exhausting. "Katy, I would never, ever make her do anything." I feel like crying. Of course I would never force Maya to come home with me, I told her as much but this was her choice and even without her memory she was a grown woman who could make her own decisions.

"Right" she scoffs, turning to look at her daughter. "Sweetheart, we have your old room fixed up for you and I've taken some vacation to stay home with you" she smiles, reaching out to caress her daughter's cheek. "Let us take you home." It's a good deal really, comfort in the arms of people you know. She should take it but somehow I know that she won't.

"Guys." Maya peels her mother's hand off her cheek and steps towards me. "I married him, yes? That means that I clearly trust him and we have a home. So, that's where I'm going. End of story. Are you ready?" She asks me, looking up at me through her long lashes and I nod.