Levi's POV

She invited me to her apartment after we talked for a few days. There were not a lot of memories coming back to me, but I began to remember small habits. Small puzzle pieces that slowly fit into my memories. It was better than nothing.

The second Hanji let me into the apartment, Raven jumped me, giggling and wrapping her arms around my leg. "Daddy, you're home!"

"He's just going to stay for the night, okay?" Hanji says, kneeling and holding Raven. "Daddy is hurt, so he can't stay for too long."

"Can't you kiss him to make the hurt go away?"

"A kiss can't fix this hurt. He can't remember a lot of things. Okay? Can you help me get his memories back? It's like a quest for a princess knight."

Raven's eyes opened wide as she nods her head. "Okay! I wanna draw pictures- is that okay, Mommy?"

"Of course. Draw some pictures so Daddy can remember." Raven nods her head before running back to the living room and carefully drawing on pieces of blank paper. "I'm so sorry for that- she just wants to play with you."

"No, I understand. I guess it's something I have to get used to, right? It's fine."

She smiled softly, "I guess so. Anyways, want to help make some dinner? I was going to make spaghetti, but instead, we'll go with chicken curry."

"Why not spaghetti?"

The way she laughed made me feel like I'd heard that particular laugh before. "Oh, I remember that day... you were livid. Well, temporarily livid. You came home late because of traffic at the airport. When I greeted you that night, Raven grabbed a fistful of spaghetti and threw it at you. It was your brand-new suit you just bought, and it was ruined by spaghetti."

"Don't tell me I hit Raven."

"You didn't. If you did, I wouldn't have blinked an eye when we met up again." Hanji continues to laugh, "You were just... angry. She tried to make things better by throwing another glob at you. I stopped her. Instead, you just retreated to the bathroom and took an hour of just trying to get the stain out. Now, it's an unsaid rule to never make spaghetti when you're home."

I chuckle softly, "Interesting. Okay, what can I do to help?"

She instructed me to do certain things as she helped find ways to keep Raven out of the kitchen. While cooking, this wave of deja vu washed over me and I changed a few things that Hanji instructed me to do. She caught me in the act, wondering why I was doing so?"

"I don't think it needs it." I say, "But you need a bit more pepper."

Instead of shouting at me, she tasted the curry and nods her head. "Now that's how I remember it."

"You forgot how to make chicken curry?"

She nods her head, "Yeah, especially since the man who taught me how to make it disappeared from my life." I point to myself and she nods. "The first time you invited me to your apartment, you made me this curry. You told me that you only made it for the women you cared about. I was the first one you made it for."

"And you tried making it after I was gone?"

"I tried, but it never tasted right. I guess it's a good thing now because you got it right. It tastes perfect."

"How often did I make this?"

"This specific one? You made it every Valentine's Day night. We would go out somewhere for lunch, but you would make curry for dinner. One of those nights was how Raven was made. I missed this..."

"I'm slowly remembering this taste."

"Good, that's good."

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I watched Hanji tuck Raven to bed, and Raven asked me to help tuck her in. For Hanji's sake, I did so. Tucking her in and kissing her cheek, Raven was a little angel. If she's mine... how could I, someone who makes so many mistakes, have made an angel like her?

I closed the door, sighing softly. "Is this what you do every day with her? Without me?"

"A little worse. She used to ask me when you were coming home. Every single night. She asked me that question. I ran out of excuses, so I told her that I didn't know. It was difficult. Now, I'm sure she'll be asking when you can come back." She cleared her throat, "I'm going to shower now. Just hang around. See if anything can bring back any memories."

Leaving me alone in the living room, my eyes caught onto a photo album. Curious, I picked it up and opened the first page. I see its pictures of me and Hanji. Most of the pictures were of Hanji as the center of attention. Meanwhile, I can see glimpses of myself in the background. In some of the photos, I can see myself staring at her. These photos were not when we were together.

Flipping through the pages again, there were photos of me and her. I wasn't amused by most of them, but I knew that I was in love with her. Some pictures had her with glasses, some didn't. Then, I stumbled upon the wedding photos.

How she was dressed in white, had her hair down, and didn't wear glasses. It seemed that it was a small wedding. We were both happy during that time. I wish I could see those memories. 

The next chapter was beautiful. It started with little ultrasounds, and it's so difficult to see anything. But it was labeled as Raven. Flipping a few pages over, it was just pictures of Hanji. Some of them were when I was asleep, and Hanji took selfies of us. But last of all... it was with Raven.

Hospital pictures of Hanji holding Raven lovingly. The next few photos were of me, and I looked terrified of holding her. I see pictures of Raven's first birthday, then her second. Hanji never updated them because I left her alone.

I close my eyes, wincing as another headache began. I see flashes of these pictures moving... like a broken film. I remember holding a small stone in my arms, feeling this dreaded feeling of losing it. I see it's Raven... I hear her tiny coos as she squirmed in her swaddle. 

I hear Hanji's voice as she chuckled. "She looks just like you..."

Then, I remembered something else,  "Do you think I'll be a good dad? Considering my lack of father figures?"

"Just because you lacked father figures doesn't always mean you'll be a bad father. Don't worry, Levi, we'll raise Raven well. And I'll make sure the other children will be raised the same way."

"Don't tell me you want another kid already. You just gave birth. Aren't you sore or something?"

"It's just exhausting. But you remember what I wanted... I wanted a big family. I still do."

"Just give it a few years, Hanji. We still have time. As much time in the world."

Hanji walks out of the hallway, drying her hair with a towel. The way she wore her glasses... I don't know, it sparked something a name. No, a nickname to be precise. And that nickname slipped out of my mouth.

"Hey, four-eyes..." She jumped when I said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"No, no, it's fine. Did you remember something?"

Raising the photo album, I nod my head. "I do. I remember holding Raven after she was born. I remember us talking about having more kids. I said that we had a lot of time in the world, so there was no need to have another kid so quickly. And the name... sorry, it slipped out. But... I want to say that again."

Hanji plops down next to me, opening the photo album to the first page. She points to the first picture, smiling. "We were in college. Last year of college, I remember telling my friends that I felt someone watching me. They took that picture, and that's when I saw you. We were getting drunk at that hour, and I remember asking why you were staring at me. And you said.-"

"'I'm surprised how someone as beautiful as you wear shitty glasses,'" I say, freezing up upon realization. "I'm sorry-."

"That's exactly what you said," Hanji smiled softly, "And that was your nickname for me. Well, ever since Raven was born, you knocked it down to 'four-eyes' and some other variation of that. Usually, you called me that not just because you were upset, but because you wanted to sleep with me."

"Did it work?"

"It does." We turned and stared into each other's eyes, "And I want to feel that feeling again. But I have a feeling that you'll stay loyal to her-."

"She's been distancing herself away from me, lately. In other words, she's going to break up with me.  So... I have nothing to lose at the moment, Hanji. Maybe it'll help me remember something.

Before I knew it, we were kissing. It didn't hit me right away, but as the night went on, I remember a few things about Hanji. But nothing about the time when I left them alone. One thing's for sure, I loved Hanji with all of my heart.