I Introduce The Selfish Machine

Dr. Dorian walked away, leaving me outside of Tony's room. I didn't move, I didn't know what to do. I stared at the pale yellow wall thinking about things to say to Tony to bring his memory back. I breathed in and out slowly, trying to control my emotions.
Mia kicked the front of my stomach lightly, over and over, and I lost it.
"DANG IT!" I shouted, running my fingers through my hair and basically ripping my hair out. Mia is floating in my stomach, just chilling, and she doesn't even know that Tony doesn't think she's his daughter. I let out a loud sob, then leaned against the wall as I cried. It's always freaking us that this stuff happens to. What's next? I miscarry? Or, worse, we actually have Mia and lose her because of SIDS? Or she gets kidnapped? My mind flooded with even more what ifs, and I cried even louder like as nurses and doctors walked past me.
No. No. I refuse to sit here and over think all of this. I will make him remember.
I didn't even bother cleaning the makeup that now stained my face. I walked right into Tony's room. He glanced at me, and gave me the dirtiest look I've ever seen.
"What?" He snapped.
I walked forward and grabbed his left hand, holding it in front of face.
"You see this?" I pointed my finger at his wedding band. "This is the ring I picked out for you to wear for the rest of our lives, Tony. That's right, me, the girl who is terrified of even buying a house, married you. I placed that ring on your finger, promising to fall asleep every single night in your arms even if I hate cuddling, to support you regardless, and to forever be by your side. And guess freaking what, Tony? I haven't broken any of my vows and I never will. I will climb my pregnant butt in this bed tonight and fall asleep in your freaking arms even if you don't believe that this-" I moved his hand to the spot where Mia was kicking "-wonderful, beautiful baby girl is yours! Her name is Mia, Tony." I began to cry again. "We made life, a beautiful, living being. Who knows what she'll grow up to do, or who she'll become? All I know is that I want her to grow up with her daddy, my husband, around. Even if you're on tour, I don't care. Don't remember for me, remember for Mia." I stared at Tony, my eyes burning from the makeup and tears. He looked from my eyes, to my stomach.
"Mia..." He whispered, his hand still pressed against my stomach. He looked up at me again, and I hope something clicked. He still looked confused as ever. "What day is it?"
"January 3, 2013." I whimpered.
"How many months are you?"
"Almost 5."
He sighed deeply, then spoke softly. "I remember-I remember finding out Mia is a Mia. There was a little girl there, she had on a pink dress ..." He moved his hand and put it on his temple. "I can't remember her name, or anything before that."
"Payton." I said softly. I didn't give Tony time to answer before I ran into the hallway, dialing Jacob's number with shaking hands.

"I get to see U N C L E T O N E S!" Pay chanted in the hallway.
"You do, but remember, Pay Pay, Uncle Tones is very hurt, so try not to jump on him too hard, okay?" I said. Payton nodded her head proudly. I opened the door, and the little ninja ran straight in.
"UNCLE TONES!" She cheered loudly, jumping on the edge of his bed. I watched Tony's face. He looked completely shocked for a second, then I saw a light click.
"Pay Day! Give me a hug!" He said, extending his arms. Payton snuggled into his chest, wrapping her little arms around him as far as they could go.
"I brought you a present." Payton said, searching her little pockets.
"Oh really? Well, what is it!" Tony responded. Payton pulled out a penny from her pocket and held it proudly out. "Whoa! So cool!" Tony said as he took the penny out of Pay's small hand. "Thank you so much!" Payton started whispering something to Tony as I stepped closer to the bed. Tony smiled and nodded his head, then Payton gave him another hug. He held Payton close to his chest, then turned to look at me.
"I remember Payton, and Mia, but that's it." He whispered.
I smiled, running a hand over his head. "That's okay, we'll work on it."

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