"GIDEON…" Tears filled my eyes when he finally stopped in front of me. "Y-you're here…" I muttered, my voice breaking. I couldn't believe it. Gideon Henry. He was already here. Right in front of me. I was just praying to see him earlier… but now, he's already in front of me. "Hi, sweetheart." Tears finally left my eyes when his familiar voice graced my ears. Damn. How I missed that voice. "Hmm, I've been away for half a year and the first thing you'd do is cry in front of me?" he asked, a playful smile plastered on his handsome face. "It's because I've missed you!" I couldn't help but shout before I threw myself at him. Gideon caught me and pulled me in a hug. His arms covered my entire body. "I missed you, sweetheart," Gideon whispered, placing a kiss on top of my head. I buried my face in his chest. I inhaled his familiar manly scent. Gideon… Gideon's finally here. Suddenly, I felt at home. "You've been away for six months," I told him when we finally let go
"ARE you sure about this, Gideon?" I asked Gideon after he sat next to me. We're here in his house in New York. Gideon told me he bought a house here the moment he came back from Africa. We'd spent the weekend at my parents' house in Portland before we came back here to New York. We've talked about a lot of things that happened to us in the past six months that we're not together. He'd told me about the people he met on his mission. I've told him about my work. "I would ask you the same question, Bianca. Are you sure about this?" Gideon asked back. I pursed my lips as I glanced at the diamond ring on my hand. There were two rings on my fingers. The one he gave me six months ago, and the engagement ring he slid on my finger the other day. "I love you, Gideon." I looked at him and smiled. "And I'd marry you, anywhere at any time of the day." While we were in Portland, we decided to get married when we got back to New York. Now, Gideon was asking me after calling the pastor
"I'm sorry, Miss. Have we met before? I don't think… I know you."I witnessed how the woman's mouth formed an O with Gideon's question. "I see… you never recovered your memory," the woman, who I remembered, whose name is Kylie, cleared her throat. "We met in Paris, before you lost your memory. But we also met after your accident. I introduced myself to you when I saw you at Il Fornaio, remember? I even gave you my calling card."She was wearing a red summer dress and a wide-brimmed hat."Oh..." Gideon slowly nodded. "Yeah. I think I remember. Is your name Kelly or Kyla?""It's Kylie," she smiled. "What are you doing here?" The woman turned to me. Then she looked back at Gideon. "I heard you were already divorced from your wife."My lips parted. How could she say that when I'm right here in front of her? "We're here for our honeymoon."The woman blinked. "Honeymoon?" I was about to answer, but Gideon beat me to it. "Bianca agreed to marry me again."I couldn't help but smile when I
"WHEN was the last time you experienced this, Mr. Henry?" Dr. Smith asked Gideon beside me. In a span of twelve hours, we were back in LA.The headache he experienced yesterday only lasted for ten minutes. After the doctor in Florida said that his headache was connected to his accident before, we decided to take a flight to LA. "It only happened twice after my last check-up with you."I turned to him. This had happened to him in the past months? "The first one, five months ago. The second one was three months ago. I was both in Africa at that time. Both lasted only a few minutes so I didn't bother seeking a doctor.""Have you remembered anything during those attacks?" "Just vague flashes of memories. The same thing that happened before.""Nothing changed in your brain. Like I said before, it was in normal activity. Your occasional headache means that your memory could possibly come back.""But… you've said before that there's a slim chance he'd recover his old memories.""Slim ch
"WHAT'S this, Gideon?" I asked my husband after he suddenly covered my eyes. I was getting ready for our dinner with his parents when he asked me to turn my back on him. The next thing I knew, I could no longer see. "Come on, sweetheart," Gideon said, not answering my question. But I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Just tell me what it is that you prepared for me," I asked him when he guided me to the car. I pouted my lips when I felt him put on the seat belt on me. "What is it, Gideon?" Gideon chuckled. "It'll no longer be a surprise if I tell you what it is?" I cocked my brow. "Are you going to bring me to another vacation house? Maybe in Palm Springs, this time?" "No, Bianca," he said, amused. "But now that you've mentioned it, a house in Palm Springs sounds like a good idea."I cocked my head to the left and frowned. "Shut up, Gideon. We already have three houses. We don't need another one." Gideon held my hand and brought it to his lips. He planted a soft kiss on
A MONTH had already passed since we got married. After a week in LA, we already went back here to New York. Of course, we brought Pluto here with us. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked Gideon when he called me on the phone that afternoon. "I'm going to cook." I only work three days a week now. "Hmm…" I heard from him on the other line. "Fillet mignon?" I pursed my lips. "Wow, you wanted to test my cooking skills, huh?" He chuckled. "Just cook whatever you want, sweetheart. I'll eat anything you prepared. What do you want me to bring home?" I pursed my lips. "Yourself, of course." I heard his chuckle. "Aside from myself, baby?" "Just go home, safely." I just finished cooking pan-seared fillet mignon when the doorbell rang. "That must be your daddy!" I said to Pluto who was sitting beside me. "Stay here. I'll get him." I left Pluto in the kitchen and went to the door. But my eyes widened when I found out it wasn't Gideon who was waiting for me outside. It was Cha
"CHARLIE'S right…" Gideon muttered after we left the hospital. "I'm… infertile." The day after Charlie talked to us, Gideon and I decided to visit a urologist. And there, we confirmed that Charlie was telling the truth. Gideon had an infertility problem. "I'm sorry, Mr. Henry," the doctor said when he handed us the result of Gideon's lab tests. "The result of your laboratory told us you have a condition called oligospermia. It is a condition where your testicles don't produce enough sperm cells. A normal sperm count ranges from fifteen million sperm per milliliter of semen. In your case, Mr. Henry, your testicles can only produce five to eight million sperm." Gideon turned to me. "I couldn't give you a child, Bianca." There was a bitter smile on his face. "I couldn't give you a family. I promised your child, I'll give her a sister, right? Turns out I wouldn't be able to do it." I cupped his face. "You heard the doctor, Gideon. It's curable. You can get treatment for that. You can
"GOOD afternoon, Mrs. Henry," Thalia greeted me when I went to Gideon's office that afternoon. Gideon and I had been back in LA for three months now. Darwin was in Russia to supervise their new business there so Gideon was forced to go back to LA. It was fine with me. Way back in New York, I was already thinking of taking a break from work to focus on the wedding preparations. The other day, Amelia talked to me. She planned a birthday surprise for Gideon. Today is Gideon's birthday! Gideon didn't know about it because of his amnesia. I've already informed everyone in the office not to greet their boss. We wanted to surprise him later. "Don't forget later, Thalia," I told her before I walked past her table. She smiled and gave me a thumbs-up. "Bianca?" Gideon's eyes widened when he saw me. I smiled as I walked to his table. "Hi, are you done with your work?" I asked, glancing at the laptop on his table. "Yeah. I'm just reviewing these reports for tomorrow." He pla