The Best Friend's Contract

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His family members are standing in this room as they turn to look at me but what catches my attention the most is the sight of Aidan, not laying on his back in a coma but sitting up straight with both of his brown eyes looking directly at me. "Let's give them some space," Diana says which causes the whole crowd to step out of the room, leaving Aidan and I to ourselves.

The way both of his brown eyes are staring directly at me causes me to panic, as if it's the first time that I've seen that stare even though he has done more than just staring before this whole chaos happened. Maybe, it's just the vibe or how much I've missed him in the past three months but I can't seem to stand up straight or keep the eye contact for any longer without trembling.

"You're awake..." I take a few steps closer towards him, trying to find the reality in this.

"Do I know you?" He asks, raising an eyebrow as he stays still at his spot-leaving me to grow speechless and somewhat confused. "Do I know you, Dr. Anne?" He glances down at my name tag before looking back up at my face.

"What do you mean?" I let out a chuckle, realising how my lips are slowly curving up into a smile. "You don't know me...? This must be some kind of joke. I'm your " "-doctor?" He cuts me off.

"Wife," I correct him with a frown in between my brows before I make my way closer towards him. My hands begin to reach out for his as he looks at me as if he doesn't even know I exist which ends up giving me a certain amount of pain, feels more like my heart is clenching.

He laughs, "Wife? I'm married? You're telling me that I got married?" The way his eyes are just wandering around the room as his lips curve up into a playful smile, it shows that he's not paying attention to any of this and seems to think that what I told him was a plain joke. "Yes, Aidan. You got married to me," I reply.

"Prove it," He responds, his eyes piercing into mine as I blink a few times; trying to remove the tears and avoid them from falling down onto my face but I fail miserably, expectedly.

"What's there to prove? Stop it. Stop. This is not a joke don't do this to me," It sounds like I'm begging for him to know me, to understand and even to pull me in for a hug but he ignores my gestures. He doesn't feel bothered by how I'm gripping tightly onto both of his hands in order to make him look back at me and just pull me close but no, he keeps on looking at me like a stranger.

"Oh, come on. You don't even know me!" He exclaims, pulling both of his hands away.

My eyes widen, "No, no, no. What are you talking about? You're Aidan Gabriel Ashton, you're turning twenty-seven this year and you're the CEO of Empire. You and I have been friends for twenty years before we got married, seven months ago. We even went to middle school and high school together after kindergarten-you pushed me off the swing, that was how we first met. We were young, we were kids, we were six. Something happened to you three months ago and that's why you ended up in a coma. I was there to diagnose you in the operating room-"

"That doesn't make any sense," He frowns.

"Yes, it does! Of course, it does! It makes perfect sense. What more do you want me to say? You're my husband, we got married, remember that. Why can't you remember whol am?" I feel desperate as if my whole body is clinging onto this thin line of success, as if one wrong word can cause this whole situation to flip over before we can even react which causes me to grip harder onto his

hand, wanting him to look at me and remember.

"Look at me. Look at me and tell me you don't know me because I know that you know me. Just don't do this to me, Aidan. Why are you doing this to me? I waited months for you to wake up but why are you being like this?" My heart clenches at the sound of my own voice and at the sight of him, seeing him staring at me as if I'm a wild tape.

I immediately raise my left hand up before pointing down at the ring, "This! You gave me this on our wedding day, remember? What more proof do you want, for god's sake. Don't be like this," I hear the sound of my voice breaking at the end which is to my dismay, unattractive yet forgettable.

It takes me awhile to realise the tears streaming down my cheeks as the pain increases in my chest which causes me to wipe them away immediately, looking back up at Aidan who seems to be staring back at me with full concentration before he starts to lean forward, slowly grabbing my hand.

Just like that, he kisses the back of it.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at his sudden gesture.

His lips curve up into a smile before he starts to pull me by the hand, making sure that the distance between us are lessening. Within seconds we're already just inches apart making me glance down at his lips for a couple of seconds for a few times in which he responds by tilting his head to the side before slowly brushing his lips against

mine, spreading an unexpected

amount of electricity to overflow in

my body.

The kiss starts off slow in which I respond back by running both of my hands under his jaw and straight to the back of his head near his ears, deepening the kiss as he does the same-wrapping one hand around my waist to secure me from falling off the bed in a sitting position. A tear glides down my cheek as soon as we stop kissing, letting Aidan use his thumb to wipe it away; making me stare deeply into his brown eyes, confused yet I remain quiet.

"What were you thinking? You would actually believe that I've forgotten the love of my life?" He speaks, his voice deeper as he continues to gaze into my eyes after glancing down at my lips for a few seconds, liking how we're just inches apart.

"I don't get it..." I try to lean back but he grabs onto my hand, pulling me closer to him.

He leans in to my neck before trailing down soft and light kisses near my collarbone, "I'd never forget you even if I was hit on the head-meaning I was actually hit on the head but that's not what I mean," We both chuckle lightly as he smiles, "I was just teasing you, Kenna ... I remember you. I remember us and I'm sorry that it took me too long to wake up." He continues to speak.

"You remember me? You, really, really do remember me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I remember everything about you, Kenna Anne. What do you think this would be? A romantic novel where the main character forgets about his wife just because he was hit on the head by a baseball bat? No, baby, this is real life and I remember you, every inch of you and all that there is to you." He caresses the side of my face with the back of his hand, the warmth of his touch is familiar again.

"Are you sure?" I breathe, entwining our fingers as he starts to lean forward. His lips meet mine in another everlasting kiss, causing me to slowly move mine with the rhythm, somehow catching up on the past few weeks of what we lost.

I break the kiss, "Then, what was my full name before I married you? How old am I? What's my favourite colour? What's my spirit animal? When's my birthday? When did we get married? Am I—"