After getting together with Lysander, it felt quite refreshing. After all, we've been married for two years. He had evolved into a self-controlled husband.
And now, he was back to the playful, flirtatious dog-like behavior he had before we got married.
Who wouldn't say, "What a lovely couple"?
Most importantly, though Lysander had lost his memory, his cooking skills hadn't deteriorated at all. He often looked puzzled at the dishes he made. He had never been trained, but seemed to have an innate talent.
He thought of himself as exceptionally gifted and nearly signed up for a cooking competition. I dissuaded him, telling him that I just wanted him to cook for me. From that point, he became even more dedicated to cooking for me. But I ate so much that my stomach couldn't handle it. After going to the hospital for an exam, the doctor gave me two pieces of good news.
First, my stomach was fine.
Second, I was pregnant.
I took the list from the doctor, a little dazed, my mind racing to calculate the timing.
I quickly confirmed it was the night before Lysander's car accident, over a month ago. I accepted the news quickly. After all, this was part of the plan with Lysander.
But I forgot, this was a plan before he lost his memory.
In the hospital corridor, Lysander held the report in his hand, bewildered by the wind. He stood frozen, his whole body shaking when our eyes met.
"Whose child is this?"
"Yours."
Lysander gave a bitter laugh, "As far as I know, kissing doesn't result in pregnancy." He paused and thought for a moment.
"Or has technology advanced so much in three years that kissing now can get someone pregnant?"
Now, I finally understood why people say that women in love are like they've drunk three pounds of wine.
With Lysander's brain, I was dumb enough to be charmed by him, and he caught me completely. I almost wanted to cry without tears.
"We should go home. I'll tell you at home."
As soon as we got home, I pulled out our marriage certificate.
Seeing the bright certificate, Lysander froze again.
His whole world shattered.
"You're married?"
"I'm the other man?"
"..."
"You're not the other man."
"Not even the other man? Am I the fourth man then?"
Seeing the worsening expression on my face, Lysander closed his eyes, "It can't be the fifth, right?" His voice was already choked with emotion, his eyes turning red, and he looked like he was about to burst into tears. Seeing this, I hurriedly stepped forward, "Please don't cry, honey." Lysander stubbornly turned his head.
"I'm the other man, can't I cry?"
"Don't call me honey, you have a legitimate husband, and I'm just an ashamed, invisible other man."
"This is too disgraceful."
No, what's going on here?
He's the legitimate husband, yet has the mindset of the other man. I was losing my mind, forcefully opening the certificate and holding it up in front of him.
"Read it."
Lysander was heartbroken.
"Isn't this a little too cruel for an other man?"
"Read!"
Like a machine with no emotion, Lysander read out the words one by one: "Certificate holders Georgiana, Lysander... huh?"
"Huh? Huh? Huh?"
It was like he'd won the lottery as he took the marriage certificate from my hand, glancing at the sign, then at the certificate holders.
The entire person was overjoyed.
"Two years ago?"
"Was I this impressive two years ago?"
He immediately assumed the role of the rightful husband, excitedly embracing me and burying his head in my neck.
"I'm so happy, today is truly a good day."
"Not only do I have a wife, but I also have a child." Lysander still cried. But this time, it was tears of joy.
