You were surprised to see Jensen, so surprised in fact that your arms remained wrapped around Jared's neck instead of moving over to Jensen as he reached in to grab you. It made for a really awkward moment, with both men cramped in the small area, Jensen's arms around you with your arms around Jared.

"Y/N, sweetheart, you can let go now." Jensen said softly next your ear, and blushing you complied. He picked you up, seemingly effortless as he stepped away from the car and moved towards the house. Cliff bounded ahead of him, opening the door, and you could hear Jared and Gen behind you. Jensen kept on moving through the house, and you gasped as you saw the yard outside. "Oh, I missed my patio so much!! I can't wait to lounge all day under the sun!" You exclaimed, and Jensen's grip tightened on you, but he didn't say anything.

 He kept on moving, up the stairs, and you knew it would be the farthest door on the right that he would open. You were correct, and you were instantly comforted by the fact that you remembered this room, and that it felt like home to you. Jensen leaned over and gently placed you on the bed, before standing up. You stared up at him, amazed that he didn't even seem winded. 

Jared and Gen were right after him, while Cliff must have stayed downstairs. "Thanks for your help guys." Jensen told them, as Gen came up to you. 

Leaning over, she gave you a tight hug, before whispering into your ear. "Wasn't this the best surprise?" You nodded, and she stepped back. "Don't worry, I will be back soon." She promised, and after Jared gave you a little wave, they were off.

After they had gone, you fidgeted with the edge of the blanket, feeling awkward. You weren't sure what to do, or say, and you wanted to wait for Jensen to make the first move. You felt the bed dip on the far side, and you glanced up to see Jensen lounging on the bed next to you. "Well, I hope this is an okay surprise. I wanted to be the one to bring you home from the hospital, but they decided it would be better this way."

"It's alright. It was a nice surprise." You answered shyly. 

"What you said earlier, about our patio. Does that mean you are remembering things?" He asked you, lounging on his side so he could gaze at you. It was your first good look at him. He hadn't shaved that morning, and he had stubble covering his chin. He was dressed in a light gray t-shirt, and a pair of lounge pants, his go to Sunday lazy day outfit, you suddenly remembered.

You nodded, seeing a huge smile cross his face. "That's great! We need to celebrate! What can you remember? Everything? Or just bits and pieces?"

"Just bits and pieces right now. But they are coming back very fast. I remembered our wedding." You told him, still feeling shy for some reason.

He reached over, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. "I'm glad. That was a very special day. It would have been horrible if it had remained gone."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You whispered, not wanting to ruin his good mood, but needing to know why. It was keeping you off kilter, and you needed to know where you stood, or laid as it seemed to be.

"Because, I've had a lot of time to think. And I've listened to Misha's story. And I want to make this work between us. To give you the benefit of the doubt. Until at least all of your memories have returned." He told you, his hand moving away from your check, traveling softly down your arm until it grasped your arm.

"I would like that a lot. I still haven't remembered a lot. Mainly our wedding, the wreck, and the route here. I can't wait until I remember more, like how we met, and when I first fell for you." You answered.

"Well, how about we take it easy today. We can lounge in bed, watching anything you want, gouging ourselves on junk food. How does that sound." He said, rolling to stand out of bed, and you caught yourself staring at the slight strip of skin bared by the movement.

"Sure, whatever you want." You muttered, still a little flustered over your reaction to the sighting of bare skin.

He came over to your side of the bed, leaning down and pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your cheek. "No, it's not what I want. You've been through a lot lately, and I want this to be all about you." He told you, his green eyes sparkling in the sunlight shining through the far window.

"I still don't get why you are being so nice to me. I made some mistakes, mistakes that hurt you. And you being nice makes me feel even worse." You admitted.

He sighed, sitting down next you, his hand still brushing lightly up and down your arm. His eyes watched his movements, as he stayed silent for a moment. "You're right. Your mistakes did hurt me. A lot. But it wasn't just you. It was Misha too. And from what he said, you were trying to do the right thing. He said you had chosen me. So, now matter how much I might still be hurt over the fact that you had an infatuation with Misha, you're my wife. I promised to stand by your side. No matter what. I love you, and I really want to make this work."

You felt tears gather in your eyes as his words soaked into your skin, soothing a heart you hadn't realized had been hurting that bad. The first tear fell as he looked up at you, his eyes flooded with unshed tears. "Jensen, my memories might be slow in returning, but I know that even in this short amount of time I've started fallen in love with you again. And I know, no matter what happened, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." 

"One step at a time." He told you, standing up. "And the first step. What should we munch on first?" He asked you, bringing a smile to your face.