Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 92

Theo POV

Bob had brought over some of his sports pendants and other stuff to hand around the room, and so did my Dad. I had almost finished putting them up, hoping to surprise Bethany, when I noticed she was already awake and watching me, I greeted her and had to watch her struggle to get off the bed and use the walker to go to the bathroom, it broke me every time she needed to use it, not because I wanted to help her, though that was part of it, but because she was so strong and vibrant and confident in herself, and now she is struggling to get to the bathroom and back, without falling over or tiring herself out.

I was humming to myself as I prepared breakfast. It is amazing how fast you learn how to do stuff around the kitchen when you want to give your girlfriend the best you can do. My mum gave me tips when she was there, helping me learn to cook better food. Bob arrived with the pies, and we put them in the oven to stay warm; I now know how to do that too, and not burn them. I was amazed at first, but I am a quick learner. Mind you, Bob helped me with the heating of the pies. He is very good in the kitchen and an inspiration to me.

Just when the introductions to the players were made onto the field, Dad arrived with the beer. After greeting Bethany, we relaxed and watched the game; it was a very close game, making us cheer, and I decided to do one of Bethany's happy dances, whooping and jumping about. It was very envigorating, but when I turned around, still on my high, Bethany was in tears. I could hardly believe my eyes, and I raced over to her, wondering what had happened and if she was in pain. Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on J obni b.c om. Hank and Bob were trying to get to her, too, so I had to release her and let them see her face. When she told us that she remembered that we were together, I nearly cried. Bob and Hank did one of Bethany's happy dances, making me smile, and I got to kiss my girl, which I had been waiting to give her all these weeks.

I pulled her onto my lap and held onto her; she did not seem to mind. We watched the game, and our team won, but the victory meant little after I got my girl back.

'How much do you remember?' Bob asked once the game was over, and we could talk without being distracted by the game.

'I remember being at the house where Hank and Kitty were and other people I do not remember yet. We won the game and went upstairs to a party. I think it was for Kitty. There are still big holes, but that was when I remembered that Theo was my boyfriend.' Bethany was still a long way from fully remembering, but I am more than happy that she now remembers me.

'So you do not remember what happened after you left the party?' Hank asked, getting closer to her, looking into her eyes, and taking her vitals.

'No, not yet, and I have big holes. I remember becoming a doctor, but not what happened to Cynthia at school. I cannot remember moving to where I live now or starting at the hospital. It feels like something is blocking me, and I can't break through. I remember Thomas and Judy are with their child.' I thought Bethany was going to cry again, but she held it together for now.

'Never mind. You will remember, and when you do, I hope I am here for you. I do not think it is going to be a good memory, and you are going to need all of us with you. I wondered why Dad said that. I did not think you were supposed to say stuff like that. 'Yeah, I gathered as much. That is why I am still here, isn't it? It is more than just needing medical help,' Bethany asked. I watched Dad and Bob both look at her with concern, Bob unsure what to say and Dad staring intently at her to see how she took that news. I wondered if he was testing her, seeing what sort of reaction he would get. Was this the doctor in him? 'Yes, sweetheart, you are safer staying here for now until you have enough of your memory to know who caused this and the accident.' Bob said, taking the lead away from Dad, who was more intent on watching her reactions than saying anything more.

The next game started, and we left the question to that. Bethany does not remember what happened, and I do not think it was right to push her. This was supposed to be a fun day to enjoy what we enjoyed the most, watching sports, and I am determined to keep that tradition going. Dad must have picked up my annoyance because he got up, grabbed some more beers, and took back some more warm pies from the kitchen. When Dad put the pies on the table, Bethany leaned forward, grabbed two, and handed one to me. Ever the thoughtful woman, I am so lucky to have her in my life.

She leaned back onto my chest and ate her pie whilst watching the game, nearly choking on some pie when the team we were following scored. I am sure she would have loved to get up and do a happy dance, and I was too content having her on my lap to want to move her. Dad got up with Bob and danced around, something my Dad would never have done before he met Bethany. She has that effect on people.

The sound of Bethany giggling as Dad and Bob danced was music to all of our ears; they both turned to look at her with huge grins on their faces and did an extra jiggle to make her laugh again. The room atmosphere changed as she laughed, and the tension of making her remember things changed. I was glad, as I wouldn't say, that I liked the idea of upsetting Bethany and having her day filled with stress and trying to remember. I feel the best way for her to remember things is this way: having her relax, laugh, and enjoy herself, and maybe it will trigger something like it did, as she remembers we are a team.

I feel I still need to give her time to get used to the idea of us being a couple and let her give me cues as to how much to touch and hold her if I am permitted to do so.

I do not want to smother her, but now that she remembers, I want to touch, then hold, and kiss her so much. I understand that it could be overwhelming to be touched all the time suddenly. She is still sore, her muscles are not back to being how they were, her head is still a watermelon, her neck and shoulder muscles are still in need of strengthening, and she is still getting those terrible headaches that we have no idea if they will go away in time, or be a new part of her life.

I would love to get my hands on those who did this to her. I am not usually a violent man, but after seeing how my girl was when we got her back, I saw red.

Bethany gave off a long yawn; it had been a long day for her. Having some memories and cheering for the team to win, it was a great day. Dad and Bob did not want to leave yet; they were savoring her, gaining some memory back, and that it could be the start of more flooding, and they wanted to be there for her as she danced through memory lane.

'Go home, guys. I am here and have no operations tomorrow, so I will be here and keep our girl company! We are all worried she will remember what happened to her while we are not here and that it could be too much for her to cope with on her own. 'Night, Bethany, get some rest. Hank kissed her on the cheek and waited at the door for Bob.

Bob pulled her in for a hug and kissed her cheek, and then her forehead.

'Chin up, you are doing great. He left with Dad, and I picked up Bethany and carried her to her bed, tucking her in for the night. It was not long before she was asleep, way before I had finished cleaning up our dishes and tidying up a little bit, the poor love. I wanted to talk some more with her.

Now she remembers me and what we had. See how much she really does remember, but I guess I have to wait, and then maybe that was pushing her too fast. There is no way of knowing if I am pushing too hard until she either breaks down in tears or shouts and screams at me, both I do not want to have her do.