Warnings: None

Word Count: 1818

Request: Could you do a Tyler fic where the reader has memory loss. If you need a reference point, Jessica Kellgren-Fozard has some good videos on it.

Author's Note: Just a heads up, for the time being I will only be posting once a week on Tuesdays. I'm not sure how long this will last, but it is something that I need to do to better take care of my mental health. Also, a disclaimer - obviously this is not a 100% accurate depiction of memory loss, but I did the best that I could! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one!

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You thanked Tyler as he took your plate from breakfast and carried it into the kitchen. While he washed up, you decided to take a look at the bulletin board and see what you had in store for the day.

There were a handful of brightly colored post-it notes pinned under the "Today's Tasks" section of the cork board. As you were reading them, Tyler wandered over to where you were standing and wrapped an arm around your waist. His hand was cold from the tap water, but you didn't mind.

"What's on the agenda today?" he asked, leaning his head against your shoulder.

"According to these notes: baking cookies, wrapping a gift, and laundry. Do we have a party we're going to or something?"

"Your sister is having a baby shower tomorrow."

"Right," you nodded. "Do we know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Girl."

"Aw, another niece will be nice."

"Yes, it will." Tyler pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Let's see, what other reminders do we have?" you asked, letting your eyes wander over to that section of the board. There was a note in the corner that was written in Tyler's handwriting, unlike all the other notes on the board. It read "I love you" and had his name signed at the bottom. "I don't forget that," you said, smiling as you reached out to touch it. "And I love you too."

"I just thought it was a nice reminder regardless."

"It is."

"So, where do you want to start on today's activities?"

"What about cookies?" you suggested. "Then we can do the other things while they bake."

"I think that sounds like a great plan. I'll start grabbing ingredients."

"I'll get the cookbook."

You walked over to the cupboard and grabbed your special cookbook from among the rest. It was a gift that Tyler had given to you for your birthday shortly after you started dating. It was full of your favorite recipes that he had lovingly gathered from your friends and family, but he had laminated all the pages so you could cross off things as you went and avoid adding ingredients twice, or not at all. Years later, it remained one of your favorite possessions.

"Why did I grab this?" you asked, looking down at the cookbook in your hand.

"We're making cookies."

"Right. What kind?"

"Chocolate chip."

"Chocolate chip," you repeated, already starting to flip through the pages so you could find the right recipe. Tyler, meanwhile, walked over to the other side of the kitchen and grabbed one of the whiteboard markers that you kept in there for these moments. He passed it to you with a smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said, giving you a quick kiss. "Let's see, what else do I need?"

"Do you want me to read you the ingredient list?"

"Yes, please."

Over the next few minutes, you and Tyler worked together to gather all the correct ingredients and mark them off in the cookbook. By the time you were finished, half of the kitchen island was covered in cookie ingredients.

"I think we're ready to start," Tyler said.

"Should we play some music while we bake?"

"That's a good idea, I'll go grab the speaker."

"I'll be here."

Tyler half-jogged out of the kitchen and, by the sounds of it, up the stairs. You rocked back and forth on your heels while you waited for Tyler to return, reading the labels on all of the ingredients to keep yourself busy. The kitchen always felt so quiet when Tyler wasn't there to keep you company or there wasn't any music playing.

Speaking of Tyler, what was taking him so long? And where was he? Were you supposed to be doing something?

"Tyler?" you called out. He walked back into the kitchen right as the words left your mouth. "Oh, there you are. Where were you?"

"Upstairs grabbing the speaker so we could play music."

"Were you gone long?"

"A minute, maybe."

"Oh," you frowned. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Tyler gave you a kiss and then hooked up his phone to the speaker. "Do you want to start the first step of the cookies?"

"Yes." You picked up your marker and tapped it against your lips while you read the first few steps. Music quietly started to play, but Tyler quickly adjusted it to a normal level. It was a song you didn't recognize. "The first step is preheating the oven."

"I can do that," Tyler said. "What's the first ingredient?"

You marked off the preheat oven step before you forgot.

"Two sticks of butter, melted until they're soft."

You and Tyler each unwrapped a stick of butter and dumped it into a mixing bowl. He handled the microwaving while you started to measure out the next ingredients.

"What did we get my sister for the baby shower?" you asked, brushing away some excess brown sugar.

"A couple onesies, a hat, and some socks that had little flowers on them."

"Who picked them out?"

"You."

"They must be cute then," you laughed.

"Are you saying I don't have good taste in baby clothes?" Tyler smiled as he opened the microwave to check the butter.

"No, I just know that I do."

"Fair enough."

Tyler closed the microwave and carried the bowl over to where you were standing. You took a break from measuring ingredients to mark off the butter step in your cookbook.

"What's next?" he asked.

"These ingredients right here," you said, gesturing to the measuring cups laid out in front of you. "Do you mind grabbing a mixing spoon?"

"Not at all."

While Tyler did that, you started to dump the ingredients into the bowl and mark them off on the page.

"If you mix, I can add the eggs," you said.

"Works for me."

You grabbed an egg from the carton and carefully cracked it into the bowl. Tyler quickly mixed it into the dough.

"Wait, how many more eggs do we need?" you asked.

"Just one more."

"Ok."

You tossed the empty eggshell into the trash and grabbed a fresh one from the carton. Tyler continued to stir while you added the second egg. The music temporarily went quiet as the playlist switched from one song to the next. It was a slower song than the others had been, but you were enjoying it just as much.

"I really like this song," you said, nodding along to the beat. "Have you played it before?"

"Yeah, we danced to it on our first date."

"We did?"

"Yep. We were walking along the river and we each had one of my earbuds in because I was sharing some of my favorite music with you, then this one came on and I asked you to dance. We both felt kind of silly and awkward at first, but it ended up being really nice. That's why I like to take you for walks along the river on our anniversary."

"No wonder I fell in love with you," you smiled as you added another ingredient to the mixture. "That's very romantic."

"I was trying my hardest to make a good impression."

"And obviously it worked." You leaned over and kissed Tyler's cheek.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Do you want me to take over stirring for a while? I don't want your arm to get too tired."

"Um, sure. Yeah. Let's switch."

You took the spoon from Tyler's hand and started to mix, but not before sticking your finger into the dough and having a quick taste.

"This is amazing," you nodded.

"I want to try," Tyler said, sticking his own finger into the dough. "Oh yeah, that's good."

"Alright, back to work."

Tyler started to measure out ingredients and dump them into the bowl when they were ready. The oven beeped a couple times, indicating that it was finally preheated.

"What movie should we watch after dinner tonight?" Tyler asked.

You had just started to think of an answer when the question Tyler had just asked completely slipped away from you.

"What did you ask?"

"I asked what movie you thought we should watch after dinner tonight?"

"Right. Um, I'm not really sure. Is there one you've been wanting to watch?"

"Not particularly," Tyler shrugged. "I was just curious if you had a preference."

"Maybe we should wait until later tonight to decide. We might have a better idea of what kind of movie we want to watch."

"Good idea."

You leaned closer to Tyler to get a better look at the cookbook, only to realize that you were already on the last ingredient.

"How many chocolate chips do you think?" he asked as he ripped a small opening in the bag.

"I usually like lots of chocolate chips, right?"

"Yep," Tyler nodded.

"I think that's what my sister likes too, so let's go with that."

"Alright, lots of chocolate chips."

You watched as Tyler dumped in half the bag of chocolate chips, nearly covering all the dough before you started to mix them in. After a handful of really big stirs, the mixture finally looked ready to be cooked.

"One last taste test?" Tyler asked.

"Definitely."

He grabbed two spoons from the drawer and scooped up two large globs of your creation. After a quick clink of your spoons, you each took a large bite of your cookie dough. You turned to one another with excited expressions.

"We nailed it," you smiled.

"Agreed."

Tyler held his hand up for a high five and you happily obliged. The two of you took a few more minutes to enjoy your cookie dough before tossing the spoons in the sink and getting to work on actually finishing baking them. You were in charge of spreading out the cookie dough onto a baking sheet while Tyler cleaned up ingredients and put them back in the correct cupboards.

When everything was put away, the dishes were clean, and the first batch of cookies was in the oven, you and Tyler went into the living room and laid down on the couch for a little while before continuing with the rest of the tasks for the day. You rested your head in his lap, nudging his hand a couple times until he got the hint to play with your hair.

"How long have we been laying here?" you asked.

"Just a few minutes. We're waiting for the cookies to finish baking."

"They smell really good."

"Agreed. I think your sister will really like them."

"Can we keep some cookies for ourselves too?" you smiled up at him. "We worked hard. I think."

"We did. I definitely won't argue keeping some cookies for ourselves."

"Good. Thank you for doing that with me today, Ty."

"You're welcome. I had a really nice time."

"I'm glad."

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Ty."