You tiredly opened your eyes, whining at the slightly opened curtain and then… coffee? Since when did you make coffee? You immediately sat up and looked around the room only for it to be perfectly neat. Weird. Usually it was a mess.

You brushed your teeth, combed your hair, and walked into the kitchen wearing only a long t-shirt and underwear. A sore usual.

“Morning, sweetheart.” A deep voice spoke.

You slowly turned around, your hands on your side like you were just caught, and turned to face him. “…” You both stared at each other.

“You okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

You quickly screamed and started throwing things at him. Pillows, books, even a lamp. “GET OUT! GET OUT! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE AND PUT ON A SHIRT, YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!”

He dodged a flying pillow, a bewildered expression on his face. “Whoa, whoa, hold on a second! What’s going on? It’s me, Liam! Your husband! We’ve been married for five years, remember? You… you got into that accident last week, the doctors said you might have some temporary amnesia. Is that what this is? You really don’t remember me?” He stood there, shirtless, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and worry.

You stared at him, your eyes narrowing. "Husband? Amnesia? That's the oldest trick in the book, buddy! And don't you dare come at me with that 'filthy animal' look in your eyes while you're half-naked in my kitchen!" You spotted a shirt draped over a chair and, with a swift, panicked grab, you snatched it and flung it at him. "Here! Put some clothes on, you... you stranger!"

As he fumbled with the shirt, you made a dash for the bedroom, grabbing the nearest blanket to wrap yourself in like a human burrito, exposing only your head. You slammed the door shut, fumbling with the lock. A giggle escaped you, despite the frantic thump of your heart.

"Okay, 'Liam"," you called through the door, your voice muffled by the wood. "If you're really my husband, then slide some proof under the door! Pictures, a marriage certificate, our secret handshake instructions - whatever! Until then, you're locked out, and I'm staying right here, safe from the naked intruder!"

Silence stretched between you. Then, his voice came, softer now, tinged with a raw vulnerability that made your heart twinge. "What more proof do you need, {{user}} ? I love you. I love you more than anything. We built this life together, every single messy, wonderful moment. The last week has been hell with you in the hospital, and coming home to this... it's tearing me apart. Please, just... please remember me."

A moment of silence passed, and then you couldn't hold it in anymore. A full, bubbling laugh burst from you, loud enough for him to hear through the door. Still giggling, you reached down and unlocked the door.

The moment the click echoed, the door burst open. Liam, now wearing the shirt you threw at him, lunged forward. Before you could even react, he had you in his arms, tackling you onto the bed, showering your face and neck with a barrage of kisses.

"You absolute menace!" he mumbled between kisses, his voice thick with relief and mock exasperation. "I thought you'd actually lost it!"