A hot shower is what I needed. My head rests against the tile as scalding washes down my back, melting the tension that's built up there.

"I'm going to be in your bed tonight." Amelia says while I load our dinner plates into the dishwasher.

"Is that your way of subtly telling me to wear pajamas?" I ask, grinning at the way she flushes.

"Please." She mutters, picking at the dining table.

"What are you doing?" I ask Amelia as I walk out of the bathroom. She's intently looking at the phone and her face is red.

"Nothing." She jumps, throwing the phone.

"Your face says otherwise." I chuckle, reaching for Amelia's iPhone. Typing the date of our first kiss into the phone, I glance at what she had been looking at.

Our texts are pulled up and considering that when I'm away from home I start thinking like a horny teenager, they're not meant to be seen by anyone other than my wife.

Sighing, I look at Amelia. She's still beyond flushed and looking down at her hands.

"Amelia," I start but pause because I really don't know what to say.

"You better sleep now while I'm gone because you won't be sleeping when I get home."

"I need you, my bed is cold."

The texts start off innocent quickly moving to something not so innocent.

"I don't know what to say." I tell her, holding my arms out in front of me. "I- I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for." She mumbles, not looking up.

I glance down at the phone. "I'm going to delete them." I slide the our messages to the left.

"No!" Amelia rises to her knees and my hands freezes.

"No?"

"What if I want those messages when I get my memory back?" She asks, frowning. "I didn't delete them right after you sent them so I obviously want them."

"When you get your memory back," I say, deleting the messages and tossing the phone down. "I'll send you more."

"You deleted all of the texts?!" She cries, grabbing the phone from me.

"Yes," Why is she mad? "I know you don't want to hear this but there are more messages like that and you don't need to see them."

"I'm not five." She's growls. "I'm an adult, I can handle text messages."

"Yeah," I scoff. "You handled it really well while you sat here trying not to pass out from embarrassment."

"Don't belittle me." She says, getting up from the bed. "I was dealing with it and I would have been fine if you had just given me a second!"

"You wanna read those texts?" I growl back at her. I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't. "Here," I grab my phone off the dresser. "You can still read them if you want." I open the messages and scroll through them. "Here's a good one." I ignore her glare and read it. "I'm going to fuck you all night until you can't move." I scroll further, looking for another. "Or this one. I'm want my name falling from your lips while mine explore every inch of you. You want me to keep going?" I snap, looking up and noticing tears in her eyes.

"I sent you a list." She sniffles, and the sound just weighs my chest down. "The day before my accident, I sent you a text with a list of reason I was in love with you."

Fuck.

"I just wanted to see if there was other stuff on there." She looks at me and I feel like a ass. "Other messages."

"Amelia," My hand goes to my hair, tugging it.

"It's fine." She says, slowly crawling into the bed. "What happened to the penguin pants?" She smiles softly, changing the subject and as much as I want to continue it I guess it's best if we change it.

I glance down at the black flannel pants and white T-shirt. "I wanted to save what little pride I had left."

She chuckles lightly before becoming somber. "Um, I didn't know if you had a side or not." She looks down at the king sized bed that's swallowing her. "I figured I would ask this time."

"Either side is fine." I tell her. Honestly though I always sleep on the right side of the bed so I can spoon her but that's not happening anytime soon so I guess it doesn't matter.

"Okay," I can't help but smile when she goes to the left side, it must be her subconscious. "I'll sleep on this side then."

Once she's settled I turn off the lamp and stumble to the bed.

"For what it's worth," I whisper. "I am sorry, and you can read the texts off my phone whenever you want."

She doesn't answer and when I crawl into the bed, there's a sea of space between us. "You know," Amelia says, "I cried myself to sleep every night in the hospital."

I roll to my side and look at her. "I'm sorry."

"I'm scared." She admits and I can hear it in her voice. "Not of you," She adds. "But I'm a wife, a mother, and I'm diving headfirst. I'm not going to be learning, I have to already know."

"Amelia," I whisper, reaching across the bed for her hand. "You and I, we're still learning. We still don't know everything about marriage but we love each other and we're determined to make it." Her small hand squeezes mine and I bring it to my lips for a quick kiss. "As for the kids, we have five and still know nothing. Yeah," I shrug. "We know the basics but each of them are different, therefor our parenting is slightly different for each."

I hear her shift slightly. "Did you want this baby?" Her voice is close and I grip her hand slightly.

"Of course." I've been wanting to talk her about the baby but there hasn't been a good time, until now. "I've actually been wanting another for awhile."

"Really?" She questions and I wish I could see her face. "You just," She pauses. "I don't know, seem excited. I mean," She rushes. "I know everything is weird but you haven't said much."

"I talked to the baby for hours while you were in the coma." I tell her, letting go of her hand. "Every time you're close to me and have to physically stop myself from reaching to touch your stomach."

She's quiet for a second and I start to worry I've freaked her out. Her hand grabs mine suddenly and pulls at it. She starts to set it down, and I feel the silk of her nightgown. I feel a small, almost unnoticeable bump.

"Do you usually talk to them?" She asks softly, and I nod.

"Yes," my voice comes out raspy. "Every night at least. We'd usually read books too."

"Oh," She sounds like a small child. "We'll have to get books then. You can talk for now if you want."

"Are you sure?" I question, trying not to let my excitement show in my tone.

"Yeah."

I quickly move to my stomach and scoot closer to Amelia.

"Hi Little one," I whisper, my lips brushing the silk. "Daddy has missed talking to you."

I spend the next twenty minutes talking and Amelia stays silent.

"Theo, you're being so good for mommy." I smile up at my wife who is no longer suffering from morning sickness. "Daddy is very proud of you."

Amelia listens as I read him a silly children's book, pulling at my shirt when I finish.

"I love you." She smiles at me. "Theo loves you too." She looks down at her bare bump. "

"And I love the both of you." I grin, kissing her stomach.

She hums happily and I press another one up slightly higher. Her fingers thread through my hair and she tugs me up to her lips.

"Theo," I mutter, dazed, after being throughly kissed. "Plug your ears so Daddy can show Mommy how much he loves her."

"His ears aren't even fully developed yet!" She shouts, starting to laugh.

"Oh," I love her laugh. "Then I have nothing to worry about." I tell her, coving her body with mine.

"Thank you." I look up at Amelia, who is still carefully watching me.

She's about to respond when thumping is heard outside.

Amelia's eyes widen and my hands finds hers. "It's okay." I assure her, immediately recognizing the sound. "It's just Xander." I tell her, standing from the bed. "I'll be back."

She nods and I start to leave the room.

If there's a basketball slamming around late at night it can only mean one thing.

"I thought you were on undercover duty." I say, rebounding the ball and doing a quick layup.

He grabs the ball and tosses it, growling when it hit the rim. "I quit."

I let the ball fly. "You what?!" It's been his dream to be an office since before I met him.

"The girl is Audrey Rush."

Oh shit.