Chapter 7 Special to my Heart

"Don't you want to name him?" George asked to start a fresh conversation with her,

"Huh, no I didn't think about it" Shrey is visibly nervous but pretending to be normal by caressing the little rabbit on his lap and continuously looking out of the window,

"Bucky, how is it do you like it" "yes, yes it-it’s a ni-nice name."

Shrey's POV

I'm scared and nervous, it's not like the surrounding I'm again going to be part of is unfamiliar to me.

Yes, I have been there but still, I feel a bit reluctant to be a part of them, the house seems incomplete, it makes me feel something or someone is missing, I don't know to whom I'm referring but I think it's a small part of me which is missing from my life I want to caress it; I want to feel and embrace it.

But this emptiness is piercing more in me and the shallowness in my life is rupturing within.

I want to believe that "someone" I'm referring to is my friend, Louis, as he has been an important part of my life for more than 8 years now, I only remember him and memories of us,

But seem like this is something more and someone more special to my heart.

According to Mr. George, I'm his wife and parent of two twins, Luke and Kendall.

I remember those interactions of us like old Indian television drama where both the protagonist hates each other at the beginning of the scene, but till the end of the drama, they gradually generate feeling for each other.

Sometimes I do feel or could conclude that the memories I lost are about my love for Mr. Hemsworth and our family, and sometimes about some tragic event that happened to me in the past related to Mr. Hemsworth, but indeed it's not a TV drama, my life thou.

To me I'm lost, I want to meet Louis and want to know about my lost memories but there is nothing I can do about it.

when I was working under Mr. Hemsworth, he used to despise me for being clumsy and late for work, so how can we be related to each other *sigh*

I was in deep thought and was baffled when suddenly Mr. George Hemsworth asked me "Don't you want to name him."

I know the way to his home, after less than fifteen minutes we would be arriving at his place, remembering about the way people and doctor treated me there, suffocates and makes me feel anxious.

Still, absentmindedly I replied to him "huh, no I didn't think about it."

I know he can sense my dilemma as he continued talking to me, my heart skipped a beat when I noticed his gaze rested on me throughout the moment, and I didn't even realize I was stuttering while replying to him.

Bucky is surely a cute name and I never expected him to come up with a such name "ha-ha."

But suddenly George bend towards my side and whispered "I'm sorry Shrey hope you forgive me" I was startled but soon realized what he meant when he pulled out an injection and injected it into my neck.