PIPER'S POV

I ran into the hospital as fast as my swollen ankles would allow me too. I quickly found a nurse, asking them to point me in the direction of Tony's room. This felt way too much like the day Leanna died, and I just knew something was going to be wrong. Something is always wrong.
The door to Tony's room was open, which made me feel much better. If something was really wrong, it wouldn't be open, right?
I ran inside, my tears burning my eyes. Tony was awake, his eyes fixed on the TV.
"Tony, oh my gosh." I ran to his side, flinging myself on him. I clutched onto my husband as I cried into his shoulder. He's a live. Mia still has her daddy. I cried even harder, knowing that a few minutes ago, I had not idea if Tony was dead or alive. I've never been so grateful to look into his brown eyes again. I looked up, expecting to meet his with the same joy that filled mine. However, his were confused.
"Piper?" His voice cracked. "Piper, why are you pregnant?"
I stood up straight again, taking a few steps back. What is he talking about? "Tony, what month and year is it?" I asked, hoping he would answer with January 2013.
He thought for a moment. "It's like, October 2011." He said.
October 2011. Tony hadn't asked me to marry him yet, we weren't living together, Leanna was still alive and Pay had yet to be born. Tony didn't know I sold cocaine and we hadn't broke up. Mike and I hadn't kissed, and Collide With The Sky was barely in the works.
Tony's eyes filled with tears. "That baby isn't mine." He said. "You cheated on me."
"No, Tony, no-"
"Get out." He said, breaking eye contact.
"Tony look at your left hand." I begged, hoping he would hear me.
"Hello, you must be Mrs. Perry." A man had entered the room. I glanced up at him, barely able to see him through my blurry eyes. "I'm Dr. Dorian, nice to meet you. Congratulations on the baby." He said, reaching to shake my hand. I took it.
"Thank you." I mumbled, trying not to cry.
He glanced at Tony, who was staring at his left hand in confusion. "Let's talk in the hallway, shall we?" Dr. Dorian said. I nodded, taking one last glance at Tony before following Dr. Dorian into the hall. He was crying again.
Dr. Dorian shut the door once we were in the hallway.
"Why doesn't he remember Mia?" I asked, crying as I held the belly Mia was kicking.
"He suffered a bit of memory loss from the car accident. He doesn't remember anything past the European tour. He thinks he's still in Europe, I had to tell him he's back in San Diego." Dr. Dorian glanced at the chart. "It could be much, much worse, so we're very lucky he at least remembers you." Dr. Dorian took a deep, deep breath. "Tony should slowly begin to remember things as the days pass. Show him pictures of the wedding, sonograms of the baby, anything that could jog his memory. It's very common for patients like him to regain their memory, though it is hard work. Tony also suffered from a broken arm, and you should alert his bandmates of this, though I think we already contacted them. He should've died today, Mrs. Perry, but we're very thankful we got to him in time."
"So, Tony should remember everything again, right?" I asked.
"He should, we hope so at least."
I bit my lip very hard, holding onto my stomach. I thanked Dr. Dorian and he left, leaving me outside of Tony's room. I leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, still clutching my stomach.
He should remember, but what if he doesn't? What if he doesn't think Mia is his, and Mia ends up without a daddy, and I lose the love of my life?
What. If.

Notes

This chapter was crap, sorry.