True to her word, the nurse returned quickly, cradling a child.
The moment I saw the child, tears welled in my eyes, and my heart hammered in my chest.
I was overwhelmed with emotion.
Even without memory, I knew for a fact that this child was mine.
The child, a girl, was breathtaking.
Her eyes were closed, her skin impossibly soft.
She was a gift from the gods, perfect and pure.
I wondered if she had my amber eyes, or perhaps her fatherâs?
My mind offered no clues.
I tried to recall the image of my husband, but I only received a frustrating void.
âWow! So cute!â Ivyâs eyes lit up with excitement.
âThis little one is definitely yours! The nose, the cheeks.
Sheâs practically a mini-you! Absolutely adorable!â
A smile bloomed on my face as I received the child from the nurse, a wave of tenderness washing over me.
I touched her tiny face and whispered, âYes, you are mine.
â
Beside me, Ivy let out an inharmonious sigh, as if remembering something.
âItâs a shame we donât know who the father is.
â
My joy muted instantly.
We had lost our memories, not even remembering the childâs father.
Debraâs POV:
Ivy, my wolf, instantly picked up on my gloomy mood.
She realized her mistake and rushed to comfort me.
âHoney, donât worry.
Didnât Mr.
Pierce mention this? Youâve been badly hurt and youâre still healing.
Maybe once youâre fully healed, your memories and power will come back.
â
I stayed quiet, not saying a word.
Ivy was hopeful, but I wondered if things could really work out so easily.
After a moment, I sighed.
âBut Ivy, what if my memories never return? What then?â
Ivy was at a loss for words for a moment.
âWell.
.
â
I just shook my head, saying nothing more, and looked down at the precious child in my arms.
At that moment, the childâs lips parted slightly as she slept soundly, unaware of her surroundings.
âIvy, Iâm in so much pain.
â
The distress from my memory loss was starting to show.
Despite my efforts, I couldnât recall who I was or where I came from.