108. Fading Memories.

[Luke]
Three months later
"What's the stats on the press?" I asked my assistant as we walked into the hospital.
"They're going to be preoccupied today with Miss Megan getting out of the rehab center today." He said and I nodded.
"That's nice, make sure the route is clear for the next one hour, we are about to take the King back to the palace and we don't want any photographers taking any pictures." I said and he nodded.
"Of course Sir, everything will be done as you ordered." He curtsied and I walked away from him.
The King was getting discharged today but so also was Claire,
Sophie had survived her car crash with little to no injuries because we'd rushed her to the hospital on time and she had also been discharged a while ago.
She was already in Claire's hospital room with Michele and they were helping her pack her things up, she still hadn't gotten back her memory but she was remembering bits and pieces of her life so it was really cool.
She recognized her parents now and she remembered her name, age, birthdate and all of that but she still hadn't remembered me or the child she was expecting.
She was about six months gone now and her tummy was already very round and her pregnancy couldn't be hidden anymore, not that she had any zeal to hide it since she couldn't even remember it was there half of the time.
Anyway, she was going back to her apartment and her parents and friends were moving in to help her regain her memories while I was taking the King back to the palace.
Speaking of the King, he had recovered well but we hadn't spoken about the incident, he hadn't brought it up and I also hadn't brought it up too, he had regained his memory pretty quickly since he sustained no damage or trauma to his brain, it had only taken him some time to walk and talk like he used to bit now he was fine.
I went to the doctor's office and signed the discharge forms for my father and we were good to go but just before I went to pick him up, I decided to stop by Claire's room.
We had still not told her who I was because the doctor said it could cause some stress and trauma to her, considering the fact that there was a strain on our relationship and I was somehow responsible for her unfortunate incident.
"Claire." I walked into the room and called out, she looked up from the bag she was packing and smiled at me.
"Jean." She beamed and it took everything in me not to cross the distance between us and pull her into my arms.
I could have sworn that I saw a hint of recognition in her eyes but it was gone as quickly as it came and she went back to her confused state.
"Oh, I don't know why I said that, Prince Luke." She curtsied awkwardly and I bit the insides of my cheek.
I'd been so happy when she called me Jean.
"Why did you call me Jean?" I couldn't help myself and I walked closer, till I was standing right in front of her.
I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted her to remember me already.
"I…I don't know." Her voice trembled a little and she furrowed her brows, then she looked away from me, she was thinking hard.
"Stop." I placed my hand on her face and turned her back to look at me. "Look at me Claire, why did you call me Jean?" I asked her again.
"I…I."
"Yessss." I leaned closer to her and rested my head on her forehead. "Darling, won't you please remember me?"
I leaned down to touch my lips to hers but before I could do that, she was snatched awu from me and I opened my eyes immediately.
"What are you doing?" Michele frowned at me.
"What the hell?" Sophie shot me an annoyed glare then she turned to Claire who looked confused as hell. "Are you okay, dear?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you." I apologized to Claire.
"Um… it's a-alright, I'm sorry that I don't remember you and I don't know why you would call me your darling when I'm clearly expecting another man's child." She frowned at me.
Her words broke my heart, I wanted to grab her by her shoulders and shake her till she remembered me, till she remembered that there wasn't another man, it was me and it was me alone.
"No, the Prince is just really friendly and calls everyone darling." Sophie spoke immediately.
"Right, your highness?" Michele poked me in the ribs slightly.
"Yes, darling." I lied and gave her a tight smile. "You see I really want you to get better quickly and remember me because we were really good friends and I care about you a lot." I told her and she smiled.
"Yes, the nurses told me that, thank you very much, Prince Luke and I do hope I remember you soon." She said and I nodded.
"Right, I will be seeing you." I said and excused myself from the room.
As I walked out of the room, I heard Claire asking Sophie if she knew who her baby daddy was and Sophie just told her not to stress and that she would know everything once she regained all her memories.
It was unfair to me, the universe was just being unfair and punishing me cruelly just like always, how would she remember some of her memories and not all, I worried that she would still not know who I was even after having the baby and that would be awkward because I intended the tell the world about her and my child as soon as possible.
"Son." My father smiled at me when I walked into his room.
"Father." I smiled back at him and gave him a hug, we'd gotten over our differences and we had decided to give each other a second chance, his near death experience had severed as a wake up call to the both of us.
"You know I saw your mother when I was in coma." He said and I rose my brows in surprise.
"Really?"
"Yes, she came to me."
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[Claire]
"I'm ready to leave now, mother." I said impatiently, I'd been in the hospital for the past few months but I was really to go back home.
"Yes, that's good honey, let's wait for your father a while, he's in the doctors office discussing see things about your home treatment." She said and I nodded.
"Is my child really fine?" I had to ask.
"Yes, didn't you feel it kick yourself." She said and I smiled as I remembered the sensation I felt when that happened.
Ever since I woke up, I'd been told that I was pregnant and I'd seen that I was pregnant but I didn't really feel it in my mind I til the child kicked.
I'd been overjoyed, my body and mind were flooded with joyous sensations but I couldn't help but feel sad a little.
I was bringing a child to the world in a few months and I didn't even remember who it's father was, he seemed to be a mystery as no one ever spoke of him and I wondered if he was still alive.
The pain from my injury was completely gone but I still felt an emotional ache that I couldn't explain, especially when I saw the Prince.
My body reacted to his presence in ways I wasn't proud of and today when he'd been so close to me, I'd have let him kiss me, even though I was expecting someone else's child.
It wasn't all that bad though, I'd learned that I had the two awesome friends who were siblings and thy were so funny their bickering made me laugh everytime.
I didn't remember them at all but they did not mind and they weren't sad about that at all, they were nice enough to tell me many stories about the things we'd gotten into, they told me that we met in Denmark which would make sense because I did not remember them from my life in America but they never told me how we met and when I'd ask, they'd find a way to change the subject.
I was getting very suspicious of my amnesia and I had a strong urgw to remember everything I'd forgotten especially about my so-called friendship with the Prince.
"Hello dear, how are you feeling." My father walked in a few minutes later and I have him a big hug.
"I'm fine dad, I'm good to go home." I told him excitedly and he chuckled.
"Sure, you're going home." He said and I smiled.
Then I started to think and I remembered that I had some sort of affair with someone back in America.
His name was… um… something that rhymed with ran… um…
"Who is Ivan?" I asked my father before we left and he turned to me with shock on his face.