Ian told me that his friends, and mine, who had been in the car were both in a coma now. His friend William, Spot, had gone into one after his surgery. I felt horrible for not feeling anything, but I felt sad for Ian. You could see that he was worried about them, but he didn’t leave my side.

Ian helped me inside his car and we got back to Miami. Where he, and me, apparently lived. The doctors asked me to take it easy and to keep myself away from stress. Ian thought it would be best to stay in Miami for a while. He made me listen to what apparently happened to be me singing. He told me I had been in an accident and lost my hearing, and that is how we met because he was half deaf himself. We got a connection and became friends, and then lovers. I smiled when he told me, because it was really romantic.

Two weeks later my concussion finally disappeared and I could move around as I wanted. Everything was perfect and Ian made me really get back to my old life. Told me stories, and I told him my thoughts. The inly thing I didn’t share was one thing. I kept dreaming about this tall man with tattoos, black hair and brown eyes. I knew he had brown eyes because I could see them. But his face was blurry. I just couldn’t see it, how much I tried to remember I just couldn’t see his face.

Another thing that worried me was that no one from my family came to see me. Ian told me that it was because I had a bad relationship with them. It made me sad because I couldn’t remember it, or them.

I was eating chicken while watching a movie when Ian came home. He slammed the door and let out a heartbreaking growl. Then he started to cry and threw things around.
“Babe, whats wrong?” I asked and hurried over to him. I wrapped my arms around his shaking body. He was really upset.
“Ian?” I whispered and Ian kept on shaking, crying like never before.
“Spot…He woke up, and… I told you that, didn’t I?” Ian sobbed, I nodded. That had been two days ago.
“That was just his body pumping out the last energy, This morning he… He… Spot is dead” he said and let out another growl, shaking even more and I hugged him tighter. I didn’t know what to say since I didn’t knew him. All I could do was hug him and hush his cries.

Even though Ian was my boyfriend I didn’t have sex with him. I still felt that I didn’t knew him and he didn’t push me into anything either. But then I got this weird feeling. My period was late, I craved chicken everyday and I sometimes felt really nauseous. So I walked over to Ian when he was sitting on the couch, watching a movie. He was still upset about Spot.
“Babe, there is something I need to talk to you about” I said and swallowed. He looked at me, a bit curious and confused.
“What?” He asked, and I sat down on the couch. He looked a bit scared, to my surprise. Like he feared something.
“I think I’m pregnant” I said and told him about all my symptoms. He just stared at me and then he nodded. And to my surprise, again, he looked guilty. Really guilty. Like someone who had done something wrong.
“What is it?” I asked and took his hands in mine. He gave me a small smile, and swallowed.
“I’ll go buy a test for you” he said and looked at me. I smiled and kissed him, and he kissed me back.

I peed on the little stick and sat on the bathroom floor. I watched my stomach and I didn’t see a bumb. Maybe it was just my imagination. But then the timer started to ring and I got up. The test showed a positive, happy, smiley. I was pregnant. Me and Ian would have a baby.
“What does it say?” Ian asked when I got out to the living room.
“I’m pregnant” I said and looked at him, and the guilt in his eyes came back. He nodded and said he would book us up for a checkup.

Waiting in the waiting room with pictures of babies and other women with big bellies was horrible. Because Ian looked more and more upset, and guilty. I had no idea why. Maybe he was scared. I was pregnant. Then someone called my name and I we got in to the room, I changed into other clothes and the midwife presented herself. She took out the ultra sound and put some cold gel on it before she moved it up in between my legs. Ian looked scared and surprised again. Staring at me and my pained faces. It was really cold. then she found a small little black spot. I was almost three months pregnant, and everything seemed to be just fine. Soon I would start show a baby bump, the midwife told me. Ian still looked guilty, but he smiled.
"You’re pregnant" he said and I smiled at him.
"We’re pregnant" I said and kissed his fingers.

I woke up to the dream of that man again. He had touched me in ways that made my whole body tingle, and when I thought about it I shivered. Who was he? Why did he make my heart race, and ache?

and why did it seem like he was someone special?