CHAPTER 334: BEGINNING OF SOMETHING (4)

Georgia’s POV

"Georgia—baby—wait!" Nicholas dodged the last swing, his voice breaking somewhere between panic and laughter. "You might not remember, but we’re going to be parents! Katie’s going to be so happy!"

I covered my face with both hands, torn between laughing and crying. My body trembled, my heart... too happy for a memory I didn’t even have. I don’t understand what’s going on deep inside me. I’m so confused!

"Georgia, breathe," Ella said, rushing to my side, her hand clutching mine. "It’s okay. You’re safe. Just breathe, okay?"

But I couldn’t. The room felt like it was collapsing in on me.

And yet, everyone was smiling—crying, celebrating—as if this was the best thing that ever happened.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to wake up and realize this was some twisted dream, a hallucination caused by my fall or the medication they gave me.

But the pain in my chest was too real. The pounding in my temples too loud. The warmth of Ella’s hand gripping mine too tangible.

My head spun, flashes of light dancing in front of my eyes. My breathing turned ragged. "No... no, this can’t be happening," I murmured. "This isn’t real. It’s not possible!"

And when my gaze met Nicholas’s tearful, overjoyed eyes, my heart twisted painfully—an ache I couldn’t explain, one that didn’t come from confusion but from somewhere deeper, something buried.

Something that terrified me even more than the idea of being pregnant.

Because for a second—just one short, fleeting second—I felt something when I looked at him.

Something my mind didn’t remember...

But my body did.

"Hold your horses, dear," Dr. Kim cut in, all business and zero rom-com vibes. "Not so fast. She’s still bleeding. If it worsens, we could lose the pregnancy. I’m ordering complete bed rest—minimum one week. After that, we’ll reassess."

Nicholas’s hand shot up like a kid in class. "Whatever you need, doctor—private nurses, round-the-clock care, anything. Name it, I’ll pay for it."

I sat up enough to glare at him. "Excuse me? I’m the one lying in this bed. Maybe ask me what I want before you turn my life into a five-star medical retreat?"

He blinked, legitimately baffled. "Georgia—aren’t you... happy? Just tell me what you want, I’ll give it."

I rolled my eyes so hard it practically hurt. If there’d been something within reach, I would’ve launched it at his smug face. "Happy? I’m on bed rest, I nearly drowned, I’ve got a gunshot graze, and I’m incubating a human, I don’t remember making. Yeah, thrilled. Ecstatic," I said, sarcasm dripping.

Dr. Spencer stepped in, hands raised like a referee. "One step at a time. She rests. We monitor hourly. If anything changes, call us immediately." She handed Ella a paper with emergency numbers—because apparently my life now had a hotline.

Dr. Spencer turned to me with that calm, doctorly voice that made everything sound both reassuring and terrifying. "Georgia, if you feel anything strange, pain, dizziness, nausea, or just anything unusual, call your nurse immediately. And if you need anything, let us know, okay?"

I nodded. "Aside from the stabbing pain all over my body and the fact that I woke up as the main character with amnesia in a soap opera, I’m fine. But can I at least see my niece and my housekeeper? Please tell me I’m not in solitary confinement."

Dr. Spencer cracked a small smile. "As long as you stay in bed, you may have visitors. Just no playing with your niece, no stress. Rest is your main priority."

"Thanks, doc," I muttered.

The medical team began their tidy exit, clipboard symphony, and polite nods. As the door swung shut, I grabbed Ella’s hand like it was a lifeline.

"Stay with me," I whispered urgently. "Please. Don’t leave me alone with that man."

Ella laughed through her tears and squeezed back. Nicholas mouthed something that probably would annoy me, hard to tell under my death glare, but I wasn’t ready to accept all this easily.

Nicholas, who was busy saving the doctor’s numbers on his phone, looked up. "That man?" he repeated, hand over his chest like I’d just stabbed him.

"Yes, that man," I said, glaring at him. "The overbearing stranger who apparently married me and got me pregnant without my brain’s permission."

Ella tried and failed to hide her laugh. "Oh, this is going to be fun," she whispered under her breath.

The woman beside Nicholas stepped closer, her smile so warm it could melt the chill in the sterile hospital air. She extended her hand to me, and I took it. Something about her felt instantly comforting, like sunshine I didn’t know I missed.

"Since you can’t remember me—or us—let me introduce myself," she said gently. "I’m Veronica Knight, but everyone calls me Vicky. I’m your sister-in-law. And since you wanted to see Katie and Wendy, I’ll go and pick them up. Is there anything you’d like me to bring or buy when I return?"

Her kindness made my chest tighten. "Nice to meet you, Vicky. I’m fine, really. I just... want to see my niece and Wendy."

Vicky’s expression softened even more. "Georgia, Katie isn’t your niece anymore—she’s your daughter now. You made it official. She was over the moon when you told her about her adoption. And... my parents and my brother would love to see you too. They’ve been worried sick and texting me nonstop. May I bring them along?"

I hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Sure. Maybe... maybe once I meet them, something will click. Maybe my memories will find their way back."

"Can I hug you before I go?" she asked, her voice almost trembling with affection.

I didn’t even think twice—I opened my arms, and she wrapped me in a tender embrace that felt oddly familiar. She leaned close and whispered, "You and Katie are our family. My brother loves you more than anything in this world—please, don’t forget that."

When she pulled away, her smile lingered even after she left the room. And as the door closed, my heart ached in a way my mind couldn’t understand—like it remembered something I had lost, and wanted desperately to find it again.