Amnesia (Completed, Being Edited)

Nine: Reconciliation

I can't take my eye off of her hand.

We're back at the bar where we first met, each with a bottle of ginger ale.

The ring... it fits her finger perfectly. Its as if her finger was destined to wear that ring as a symbol that she is mine, and I am hers. Forever.

"Caleb, if you could get a pet, what would it bue?" she asks.

"A parrot," I reply almost immediately.

She smiles.

"Me, too."

"Why?" I ask her.

"They're loving and they live long."

"That's my reason, too," I grin.

I have a love for animals, and I know how hard it is for an owner to watch their pet die; I don't want to go through that.

At my age, if I get a young Macaw or African Grey, it would probably outlive me. Problem solved.

"What's your favourite type of parrot?" I ask her.

"Military Macaw," she responds with a giggle. "It's probably because I've watched 'Rio'so many times."

I smile at her.

"They can also be very aggressive," I mutter to her, wincing as I recall a Blue Macaw tearing its beak into Eli's flesh.

That wasn't fun.

"True," she mutters.

I look at her for a few seconds.

"You want one."

She looks back at me.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it," she says with a smile.

"Well, lets do it then," I say to her.

"Really?"

"Really."

She awards me with one of those heart melting smiles again.

"I hope you can teach me how to take care of it, because when it comes to that shit, I suck."

"Of course," I retort, smiling to myself.

"Do you know where to get one?"

"I can find out," I reply.

She looks down at her ring finger, and smiles, then looking up at me.

"So, when are we gonna do this?"

"Huh?"

"Get married," she clarifies.

I hadn't even thought about the wedding yet, to be honest.

"I don't know. When do you want to do it?"

"July," she mumbles, but I know that she wants to say more.

"What is it?" I ask.

She chews her lip, and then exhales.

"I want to get married in Jamaica."

I hadn't even thought about that, but the truth is that it would be fantastic; I've never been to Jamaica, never seen her family, her childhood friends, looked into that part of her life.

"Never mind—"

"That would be amazing," I breathe.

"Really?" she asks, a huge smile spreading over her face.