Demi

I woke up the next morning next to Wilmer, and kissed his cheek, getting out of bed and walking over to the closet. I'd spent yesterday in my paj- well, Wilmer's clothes, so I wanted to get dressed for a change. I slipped out of his boxers and his shirt, then walked around in my bra and underwear, running my fingers over the clothes and designs that lined the walls. I'd just picked out an outfit when the door opened and Wilmer walked in.

"Jesus, don't you knock?!" I yelped, covering myself up with my hands.

Wilmer froze, "Oh, sorry Dems, I guess it's just a habit..." He trailed off as his eyes looked up and down my body. Then snapped back to my face as I cleared my throat. "Oh, shit sorry." He turned red and ducked out of the room as I fought a smile.

He was no doubt trying to control his wants and needs. This was the first time I'd seen him so speechless and fumbling. It felt funny, and a bit confidence boosting to have a guy look at me like that, especially Wilmer. I mean obviously he's attractive, and we're married had sex before, but I didn't know if I would ever really be ready for that.

~*~

"So how have you guys been doing?"

We were at the doctor's office later that day. Wilmer sat next to me holding my hand while I answered his questions.

"Better I think. If I concentrate hard, I can definitely remember bits and pieces."

He nodded, "Excellent, I'm getting confident your memory will return. Various things have triggered the walls of amnesia to break. Relationship breakthroughs, home videos, and even sex, can trigger the right influx of memories that will allow you to break through into your memory."

I blushed at the last suggestion, wringing my hands together nervously and biting my lip, "So my chances are good?"

He nodded, "I have confidence. Just try some of those things. Work on the relationship between the two of you. Have dinner at your favorite restaurant, watch home videos or your wedding video. And, with the newfound closeness you guys share, you might want to find the need to be intimate with each other. Now, I'm not a therapist, so I advise you two to get one. Today. And start working.

~*~

"So, do you wanna do it tonight?"

"What?!" I yelped, spilling my coffee as I jumped, "Do what?!"

He raised an eyebrow, "Watch the videos?"

I looked down, blushing red, "Oh. Yeah, sure. I thought you meant..."

He chuckled, "Yeah I know what you thought I meant. Don't worry about it. I'm not gonna pressure you or do anything until you're ready."

I smiled and intertwined our fingers, "Thank you. I'm sorry about how strange I'm being about all of this. Believe me, a part of me wants to do that with you... really bad." I blushed again and he smirked at me, "But another part of me doesn't want to go too fast."

Wilmer nodded, "I understand. Even if you were ready tonight, I'd want you to think about it for a bit longer."

I smiled, "Are you sure you're a guy?"

He smiled, "Yeah, a guy who's madly in love with you."

I blushed again and hid in his shirt, "How about those home videos?"

Wilmer nodded, "Well, you have a choice. We can either watch the Stay Strong Documentary, which basically talks about your struggles. We can watch a video of us, that's all put together from random clips, our wedding video, or we can watch akk of your music videos and listen to your songs. Which one?"

I smiled, "My songs."

He frowned, "Don't you want to know about the memories behind them first?"

I shook my head, "My songs should tell the stories. There's bound to be some about the struggles in my past, I'm guessing. And if I was smart I'd write my feelings for you, and those songs will be the most obvious. So, I want to listen to the songs." I gently kissed him, "It'll give me a direct line of deciphering my feelings that I have for you."

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