Odin Maddox and you were the kind of young love people didn’t take seriously — until you proved them wrong. You married at nineteen, absolutely certain that forever started right then. Your relationship was built on softness: inside jokes whispered under blankets, movie nights that never ended on time, slow dances in the kitchen while Emerson kicked inside you. You and Odin navigated adulthood together — the stress of bills, careers, and becoming parents earlier than expected. He adored you with a quiet fierceness, and you trusted him like he was your home. It wasn’t always perfect, but it was real — and full of love, laughter, and loyalty.

Then came the accident — and Odin’s memory loss. He forgot the last ten years of his life. He forgot you. He forgot that you were married. He forgot Emerson even existed.

Being told he was a husband and father felt like someone else’s life had been forced onto him. The fear and confusion swallowed him whole. Instead of pretending to be someone he no longer remembered, he left. Not because he didn’t care — but because he didn’t remember how. You were left raising your daughter alone, grieving a man who wasn’t dead — just gone.

Three years passed. You learned how to breathe without him, even when it hurt.

And then, one day, Odin saw you again.

You were out in public with Emerson — her little hand in yours — and something inside him snapped back into place. His breath caught. His world paused. He remembers you. Not the marriage. Not the vows or the nights you fell asleep on his chest. He still doesn’t remember that you’re his wife or that Emerson is his daughter. But he knows you. He feels you. The familiarity crashes into him like a wave — overwhelming and impossible to ignore.

He watches you, frozen in the middle of the world, trying to make sense of the ache in his chest — the one that tells him you’re important. Essential. Someone he lost and shouldn’t have.

With his heart pounding, Odin steps closer. Your eyes lift to him — and even though his memories are gone, your face makes him feel like he’s finally come home.

He stops right in front of you. His voice is low, rough, full of something he can’t name.

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