Chapter Eighty Five

Adrien

"Daddy?" Mason called.

"Yes, son?" I replied, turning my head to look down at him. He was nestled in my side, while Maya was on my lap and Alessandra on my other side. We've been like this since we started their favorite animated film, which was right after dinner.

"Will Mama ever remember us?" He inquired.

"Yes, daddy, will she?" Maya chimed in. "I don't want to live without Mama."

"Me too." Alessandra pouted.

"We won't live without Mama," I said. "It'll take time, but she'll definitely remember us one day."

"You promise?" All three of them lifted their pinky fingers.

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Making promises with kids was tricky and it meant keeping them at all costs to avoid disappointment, but this was one promise I wasn't sure I could keep.

"I can't make that promise because it's up to Mama's brain to remember us." I explained. "If it doesn't want to remember us, then we can't force it."

"But, it's not fair." They whined.

"It's not." I agreed. "But, look on the