28 Chapter 28

*Andy's POV*

It is already ten in the morning and Lydia is being assessed by Dr. Peterson, the neurologist that Dr. Woods recommended. I can't help but feel sad for the twins. I know Lydia loves them so much that she risked her own life for them and now she doesn't even remember them. We should be a happy family now if nothing went wrong. If it not Diana lies and interference and I was not blinded, trusted her, we should be now taking care of the kids together. Yes, I have been blaming myself every day. I am very frustrated to say the least.

I am now sitting across Dr. Peterson and he is currently explaining his assessments with Lydia. He told me he didn't find anything wrong with her. The only thing he could come up with is that she might lost parts of her memory when she flat lined. When she stopped breathing her brain didn't receive oxygen which would result to complications. Hence, in her case it greatly affected her memory. The only thing I am thankful for is that she is perfectly fine. The doctor said it might take a while for her to regain her memory. If worse comes to worst, she'll never regain it at all.

How am I going to explain our situation? She still thinks I am her best friend brother! She didn't remembered Annie had passed away. How about our twins? Crap! This is so complicated!

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*Andy's POV*

Dr. Peterson didn't have a clue that I didn't forget a single detail about my life. It sucks to undergo all those test and what not. But I asked for it so I need to be patient. After half a century of putting up with all those boring test, I am now comfortable in my hospital room. My babies are sleeping soundly so I made sure I didn't make any noise to startle them. My precious little angels. Oh how they warm my heart. I'm just glad they're both healthy. I managed to get out of bed a while ago when Andy went to the doctor to discuss my so called amnesia. I couldn't help but smile.

My plan is working just fine. Everyone is buying it. Thumb-up to my ever superb acting skills. I could win an Oscar, don't you think? I caressed my babies cheeks and it makes me feel really alive. I never thought that I will be able to do this. I already gave up that day. I never thought that I will see and most of all touch them. I thought I will never make it but here I am back from the dead. I am given a second chance which I am thankful for. But I just have to do this...

"Forgive me babies, mommy's got to make your daddy realize something very important. I love the both of you so much..."

"Lydia?" I froze when I heard Andy call my name. Did he hear me talking?

"Are you alright? You should be on your bed, you need a lot of rest." Concern is visible in his face. Thank heavens! It seemed I'm still in control of my game.

"I'm fine. I... I was just watching them. They're cuties." His face softened and glanced to the sleeping twins. Love is evident in his eyes when he watched them. He's such a good father. I'll give him credit for that.

"True. They're such a cutie, right? Thank you." He looked at me intently.

Here we go again, every time he does that it still have the same effect as always. It sure turn my knees into jelly. It's like I have a bunch of butterflies in my stomach. And my heart would beat fast just like before.

"Why are you thanking me?" I asked absentmindedly.

"For risking your life for our babies. For coming back to me. For..."

"I'm sorry but I don't get it." I tried my best to sound confused. He was indeed hurt when I cut him off. And I am now starting to regret why I did this seeing him hurt like that. I love the man but he didn't trust me enough.

"I think we have so much to talk about. I mean, I'm sorry but I just don't understand how it happened. You and me with babies! Are you kidding me? You are Annie's brother. How come I didn't I see Annie here, she my best friend!" Way to go Lydia. You can do it!

"I know it doesn't make sense to you. Come and let me help you. Let's put you into bed." Andy sighed and came closer. He looked really sad. He guided me to my bed and helped me get comfortable.

"But I don't want to sleep." I protested.

"No, you're not sleeping. We'll talk." He then grabbed the chair and placed it beside the bed. He's now sitting on my side. He looked calm and yet sad.