My Forgotten Love

My best girl

Steve's pov

"Steve? What are we before?" Natasha muttered as she cling on me, her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her securely.

How I missed the feeling of her and I being this close...

"Hmm? Listen Natasha I-"

"Call me Nat, it's okay." I smiled to myself, I just hope she's really coming around.

"Okay Nat why do you asked that?"

She snuggled more closer to me if it's even possible, "I heard you earlier Steve. I heard what you said."

"Hear what?" I asked and plays with her hair.

She looked up to me and gave a small smile, "You called me baby."

My eyes widened. She heard that?!

"Uh... There's no point on lying now I guess?" I laughed awkwardly.

"Yep."

"I can't tell you everything Natasha, It will be bad for you but all I can say is that... You're the girl." I admitted. Tears starts forming in her eyes again.

"Oh god, a-and we didn't break up?"

I looked down, avoiding her from seeing the sadness in my eyes. "We didn't. The accident did."

"Oh my god... I'm so sorry Steve! I'm sorry for always being a bitch to you, I didn't mean to." She sobbed.

I held her closer to me, "Shh don't cry, it's okay. I don't have grudges against you. I just can't."

"B-but why now? Why didn't you just tell before? I've given you so much heartbreak Steve, you saw me with other man yet you didn't do anything, why?"

"It kills me to see you with other man that's not me, I swear it does but what can I do? Steal your happiness for my own sake? I can't do that to you, I promised you before that if I've seen you happy with someone new? I'll let you."

"Can't you just tell me everything I need to know now?"

"Sadly I can't, you need to remember it on your own."

Natasha's grip on my polo tightened, her eyes shut tightly, tears falling. I want to do all the things I used to do with her before, but I can't. And that hits me, Maybe the reason why her memories isn't coming back is because... It's time to let her go? But what about me? What about our child?

"Help me remember Steve please?" She requested.

I was taken a back from her request, how am I gonna help her?

"Natasha... How am I gonna do that?"

"I don't know. I don't have any idea, I need my memories back, the reason why I never take this ring off is because it didn't felt right to do so, even when Colin wants me to take it off, I just can't. Now I know why."

My heart stings at the sudden mentioned of that guy's name. Natasha noticed it. "Don't worry I broke up with him."

"You did?!" I exclaimed, maybe a little excited and happy?

Natasha chuckled, "I did. I didn't tell anyone but I did like two or three months ago."

There's a big relief in me, enough for my tears fall.

"Hey did I said something wrong?" Natasha asked worriedly, wiping my tears away.

"N-no you didn't said something wrong it's just... I was almost ready."

She stares at me in a confused look, "Ready to what?"

"Ready to let you go." Her breathing hitched, she looked hurt and sad.

"Why? Why would you let me go?"

"I thought that maybe you wanted to, you always push me every time I'm near, it's like you don't want my presence."

"Don't do that, don't you dare do that, especially now."

"I wouldn't now."

"Good. Because you're an asshole if you did." She stated and rest her head back on my chest again. "Make me yours again, even if my memories decided not to come back which is a bitch for not coming back now by the way, I want to be with you."

A big smile crept on my face, is this? Is this my gift for waiting? Would this be the start of us again?

"I want to." I whispered happily.

"Good, cause it will be embarrassing if you don't."

I chuckled at the attitude, she hasn't changed.

"You've always been my best girl Natasha, no one but you." Besides Amethyst of course.

"Oh yeah? Glad to know."

"Would you go in a concert-date with me then?" I murmured enough for her to hear.

"Depends on the artist. Who is it?"

"Little Mix." I answered nonchalantly.

She looked at me in shocked, "For real?!" She squeals.

"Yeah."

"I'll go with you then! When is it?" She asked excitedly, clapping her hands.

"Next week, I'll picked you up if it's okay?"

"Sure! A date it is then."