After He Lost His Memory, He Loved Me Chapter 10
That little display of wealth? Pure genius.
Which is probably why, on my way out, I wasn’t watching where I was going.
I tripped on the stairs and fell flat on my ass.
By the laws of drama, wasn’t I supposed to miscarry now or something?
No sooner had I thought it than I felt a warm rush down below.
Chloe was behind me.
When she saw me just standing there frozen, she sneered and kept walking.
I grabbed her arm.
“Hey. Need a favor.”
You’ll never guess.
I fell down, and the other woman took me to the hospital.
The doctor—pink surgical mask—glared at me.
“Your HCG levels are sky-high. You’re a mother now. You didn’t think about that before falling?”
“So, Doctor… can this one be saved?”
“I don’t know!”
Chloe asked first.
Chloe cried first.
When she cried, I cried.
The exam room turned into a softest.
The doctor said coldly, “If you lose this one, there’s always the next.”
I cried harder.
“I don’t want another one. I want THIS one.”
“RIGHT! We want THIS one.”
Chloe was right behind me, crying even louder than I was.
Thankfully, the doctor was just trying to scare me.
She sent me for an ultrasound.
After the ultrasound, she wrote me a prescription and said, real casual, “Threatened miscarriage. Go home and stay in bed.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
The baby was fine.
Chloe and I both exhaled in relief.
She called me a car and helped me into it.
She was covered in sweat.
I meant it when I said, “Thanks for today.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“You still thinking about Leo? Why?
Thinking about him with his baggage?”
She slammed the door and drove off.
It was getting dark.
I stood outside my parents’ building, holding my stomach, and shuffled forward.
“Bella. Why are you just getting back?”
Leo.
I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Um… help me out here.”
“What’s wrong?”
“We have a situation.”
“Those three months I forgot. Did you use protection?”
He looked confused.
“Yeah…”
Then, “But there were a few times I forgot. Like, we didn’t keep anything in the entryway at first, so before we —”
Stop. Right there.
He saw me hesitate, and his eyes went wide.
“Wait.
You weren’t lying to my mom? You’re actually—?”
“Yeah.”
His eyes got wet.
“I’m gonna be a dad?”
I didn’t say anything.
He could tell from my face that this wasn’t straightforward.
His voice shook.
“If you don’t want… if you don’t want it…”
“I don’t know, Leo. I really don’t know.”
He saw me standing there, head down, and reached into his pocket.
After some rummaging, he pulled out a sad little green leaf.
So small I could barely hold it.
“What’s that?”
“A four-leaf clover.”
“…What?”
I just stared.
He repeated, slow, “A four-leaf clover. The first time we met, you were looking for one in that flower planter. You said they bring good luck. I made fun of you.”
“Guess I’m the joke now.”
I didn’t know what to say.
It was just something I did to pass the time.
But he remembered.
Right then, this proud man looked more heartbroken than me.
“Bella. I want to ask you to take a gamble.”
“On what?”
“That I won’t let you lose.”
I was quiet for a long time.
Finally, I said, “Give me an example.”
He saw me softening and jumped on it.
“Like… where you go, I go. Thanksgiving and Christmas at your parents’ house. And I’ll handle my parents. They want me to have a wife? They better play nice. No wife, no son.”
I laughed—then grabbed my stomach and groaned.
“Wouldn’t that mean you’re losing?”
“Love is compromise. And I’m willing.”
Under the streetlights, his eyes were so gentle.
I looked at the man in front of me.
Like I was seeing him for the first time.
He had a face that could stop traffic, and these clear, bottomless eyes.
Would I really give up a Leo like this?
I patted his shoulder, real casual.
“Well? Let’s go home then.”
He held back his excitement.
“Can I carry you?”
I nodded.
Leo crouched down and motioned for me to get on his back.
He was so warm. Broad shoulders.
Walking felt like being on a little boat in the dark.
I closed my eyes and held on tighter.
Some things you’ll never know unless you try.
Afraid of no return.
Afraid of empty hope.
Afraid of not finding you at the end.
But I took the chance anyway.
I asked fate for an answer.
Giving up halfway is no good.
Especially when the person I’m running toward is running toward me too.
So I’ll fight for you.
The road ahead is long.
But the night isn’t so dark anymore.