I got this chapter finished! However, I had to use 2013 notepad, so therefore...it does not have ABC spell check + grammar check. Just bear with it until I have access to 2013 word document. *sweat drops* Other than, enjoy!


His crystal blue eyes stared at the typical and plastic cups at the table. The emotions filled curious, concern, and worried. He should realized I wasn't being an idiot to make him have alcohol during his pregnancy and it can harm the baby, despite of the fact we're natural healers.

"Fruitloop, I'm not an idiot." He frowned at him.
I chuckled, "It's a game, not an adult's fun. However, you love playing this one. Do you recall The Cup game?" My brow rose out of curiosity.

He stared at the cups that were laid out between us. We're in the living room of our mansion – which he refused to consider as his home as well – and across from each other. There's two plastic cups that are commonly used for drinking as those teenagers would try to attempt.

"No…" My badger dear ashamedly put.
I sighed, "I won't worry on your mind, I think you'll know it by heart. Obviously, you had me playing this with you for nearly three hours."
He blinked at me, not certain of my words, "I play…the cup game for that long? It sounds like I was desperately bored that day."

His responses were expected and I thought this game might help him. At least, get him to loosen up a bit.

"Close your eyes. Just listen to it."

He nodded and waited for me to play. I began its familiar pattern and knew this by heart since I used to play this during my childhood time. It was ironic when the fat oat had me to learn this to teach him, but now, I am playing this as if it was the sake of my lover's life in my hand. I took a deep breath and went along to something I knew by heart.

My hands clap twice.
My fingers went to Tap, tap, tap.
I clapped, grab the cup, and moved it to the right side.
I clapped, grab the cup, hit the top, hit the bottom, switch to the left side, slap the table, and set down the cup.

I repeated the pattern with the cup and my hands naturally. It was picking up its routine and nothing was out of order. I refused to let myself be imperfection to something I can easily do. Daniel listened carefully and his head followed a long. The song slipped out of my mouth to sing out of habits, which of course habits die-hard.

"~I've got my ticket for long way around
Two bottles of whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
Yo I'm leaving tomorrow, what do you say?

When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere,
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

I've got my ticket for the long way round
The one with the prettiest view

It's got mountains
It's got rivers
It's got woods to give you shivers
But it sure would be prettier with you

When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my walk
You'll miss me by my talk
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

I've got my ticket for the long way round
These feet weren't built to stay to long
And I've got her on my arm
But you'll miss me when you're home
It's for you dear, that I sing this song

When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my walk
You'll miss me by my talk
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.~"

His hearing followed the familiar pattern and his hands were able to pick up. I replayed the game and he wasn't looking. His heart must have recognized it and he's doing this out of habits. It gave me a theory based on the fact he wasn't gone. Jasmine taught him this game she picked up from her friends at college and thought he would enjoy learning. It was summer when we first played it and he found it to be helpful towards each other.

His crystal eyes opened up finally and he saw what we were doing without a stop. Daniel picked up the rhythm and he was having fun. He was being more thrilled in what he's doing and kept going at his own pace. He seemed to feel like a child playing patty cake game or double jump rope game. In a way, he's enjoying himself comfortably like he always does without a worry.

We played for a good hour and he was singing along. He knew the song by heart and it proved my point. Who on earth would blocked his memory? Why? It's something I could not detest against and it will take a long time to unblock his memories immediately. It was obviously something happened last night and that particular person did not want him to speak of it.

Daniel wasn't thinking of anything and kept himself in a focus routine of the cup game here. He was gaining into the speed and I knew I had to get him to stop sooner or later. By the time the song was finished, I purposely messed up and he blinked.

"Wow…that was cool. I knew how to do this? When or where did I learn it?" He looked at me excitedly.
I chortled at his childish behavior, "Your sister taught you that during the Spring break, and you had fun. Both of you played it all vacation week off while chatting, singing, and catching up in between ghost fights. After she left, you wanted to play this with me and I did not mind. I didn't realized how addicted you were."

He laughed and realized where this was heading. He understood how it all got started. I wanted to see if anything returned to him or possibly might have unblocked something.

"It just takes my mind elsewhere, you know?"
I nodded, "I agree."

For now, I had to find a way to unblock the performance of the person's work on Daniel. I refused to abandon the man I fell in love with. The question is…what caused the trouble? There must be a ghost that has a capability to reconstruct memories access and I wonder if Skulker knows anyone with this sorts of power.

I stood up and helped Daniel get off the floor. He grunted and managed to gain his strength on his feet again once more. He huffed to realize this wasn't easy and he's only half way through his pregnancy almost. He does not realize he still has a long way to go and I can only go as far I can to assist.

"So, I'm betting I didn't really lose my memories, did I, fruitloop?" His crystal blue eyes met my eyes.
I knew what he meant, "No, you didn't. They are currently impenetrable and we need to trigger a passage to release your memories as they were originally."

Daniel stared at me. His eyes blinked twice and did not respond. However, I had forgotten that he did not know these words until after two months from our truce. Supposedly, I was going to have a difficult time to help him through this before I know it.

"They're blocked and need to get to the center of the block power in order to release it all." I explained in a simpler term for a child to follow.
Now it hits him, "Oh! Why didn't you say so?" His head shook, "Alright, I guess you could say whatever it takes! I want to know who I am today!"
I chuckled and kissed his cheek, "I agree, I'd like to have my boyfriend back when he can challenge me in a chess game."

Daniel wasn't surprised by what I said and I was confused. He looked up at me as if he expected me to say that.

"I remember that when we were playing the cups. I saw…us competing in chess, but it was a bit blurry." He commented.
My eyes widened, "Yo..you remember? Do know anything else specifically? What day? Where? Day or night? What our relationship was like during that time?" I couldn't help it and wondered if habits triggers particular flashbacks.
He shrugged, "It looked like the end of autumn at my house. We were laughing about something with," He scratched his head to think thoroughly, "…that ghost made a power accident?" He blinked.
I grinned, "That was our fourth date. You were dealing with a ghost who used the wrong power to attack you and instead of the typical ectoray, it was ecto-bubble. Apparently, you had a kicked out of that."
He chortled shortly, "Wow. I wish I can remember that. I feel like I missed out on so much on everything," His shoulders dropped as he frowned.
I pulled him into my arms, "Do not fret, Daniel. You will have them back soon and before the baby is born. I will have Skulker hunt down our suspect."

He sheepishly smiled, trying to lighten up his situation, and Skulker may not be the best to hunt. Yet, he has all the proper knowledges of most ghosts in the other world.

"So, have I ever had sonagram before?" Daniel looked up at me, trying to move on from that.
I nodded, "Yes, about five times. Would you like a practical idea of what to expect?"
"I have to. I don't want anyone to freak out." His hands was subconsciously soothing the bump.

I led him the way to another room, which we had planned on using when the time comes, and Daniel awed the sight.

"What is this room?" He looked around, curious since he does not recall a thing.
I grinned, "Let's say I have won the argument of where the baby should be delivered. Your mother agreed this was more suitable and possibly less harm at the hopsital lab of theirs." I shrugged, "It will be the delivery room and everyone will be here when our baby comes."

Daniel looked around, grasping every little thing in his sight, and he doesn't know much of the pregnancy or anything related. I knew when Maddie wishes to do the sonagram and her experiences during college. She did it to back up her career if the ghost business did not come out successfully. She was planning on being a doctor. It was a shame that it did not get much to use for knowledge and skills. However, she uses it in ghost biology to help others much easily.

My badger dear wasn't in a rush for a practical sonagram and I hated to tell him what to expect during the time. Would it be too much for him to know about what really had happened?

"Over here is where you lie down," I gestured him to the table, which is quite comfortable for his condition.

Daniel nodded and looked at the table. He noted there's a step, but he used his flight ability to get up on it easily. He leaned back as if it's a bed.

"Now what happens once I'm on," He asked.
I nodded, "You would lift your shirt up and move your pants down a bit. Your mother would place a clear gel and uses," I picked it up, "this. It's like an x-ray scanner and it will connect to this screen." I pointed, "You will be able to see the baby, its size, weight, heartbeat, and we should be able to find out what gender it is today. We should see the entire body of our baby."

His face adored everything he was sinking in him. He was learning so much in a day, I felt terrible go on like this, and it wasn't something I normally deal with. He was far much different than I can expect to be. Daniel behaved better than most people who loses their memories. I cannot say much, but he progress well today.

"Can you show me how it will feel like? Do you have those gel thing?"

My lover was full of surprises today and I did not blame him. There was much to cover and go through for him. It was only three hours away until finding out the gender. I figure the machine remains off and keep him excited to the outcomes. There are sonagrams pictures for him to see and that can be found in his and my room. We wanted to have backups of those when we can remember how happy and exciting when we found out.

I gathered the gel and placed it onto his bump. His skin raised goose bumps and he did not shiver. He does not feel much temperature differences and still feel sensation somewhere. His face relaxes a bit and I showed how it would be like. He was comfortable and his head automatically directed to the screen.

I kept quiet and let him work things out. The device rolled around him and he did not once move his eyes away from the screen. It wasn't on and it was confusing. What's going on in his mind?

"It's beautiful," The tears began to form, "Our baby is in there." His lips quivered as he struggled to keep his smile up.

I blinked and looked at him. Does he remember? Something? I stopped and his head turned to me. The tears trickling down to his chin and he was rather happy.

"I think I saw our first sonagram. I-I was so happy. Mom was saying it's a size of kidney beans." He wiped his tears away and laughed it off.
My heartbeats quickly at his words, "That was our sonagram for the first time." I wiped the gel off him and the device, "I think we should keep doing things you are used to and we should be able to restore your memory in no time." I declared.

Daniel nodded and agreed with the plan here. If he was capable of remembering this important memory, then the rest can come. I had no idea what to expect from yesterday and something must have had happen. Whoever it was, should have not messed around my mate, and they will not get away on their ends. They shall face me and suffer the consequences.

"Good. Now, I need updates on everyone. I know Jazz won't notice until she's back from college. Sam and Tucker must have each other. Mom and dad...they might have invented too much stuff." He betted on his heart.

I chuckled and looked forward to how he responds to certain occasion and all. He has no idea Danielle is living with his parents. Unfortunately, Madeline managed to get some money out of me since I am the father of the girl. Therefore, I put up with it and give the child support towards Madeline and the buffoon. For a momentarily, Daniel needs me to give him a trigger to his memory. The question was, what is the ultimate trigger to release it all?


Next chapter, possibly Saturday.

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