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A/N: timeline extended in this for the sake of this plot.

Margaret

I was four months along and it was getting hard to keep it from everyone else. We rode in trucks to a church that was willing to take us for the night before we went to France.
My whole body was sore but most of the vomiting was done.
I sighed and pressed myself up against Joe.
He frowned, "Maggie are you okay?" She looked at me and put his arm around me.

"I guess it just i'm so sore," I sniffed. He pressed a kiss to my head. I felt a few tears shed, my hormones and emotions were all over the place.
He frowned, Easy was down to 63 people we went in with 145 men but came out nearly empty.
Malarkey was a mess, I felt so bad for him.
Joe and I didn't really talk about anything except for our future after the war. But then I'd go 4-6 days without seeing him because it was none stop fighting.
We arrived at the church and Joe picked me up carrying both of our bags into the church while carrying me.
We sat in the back of the pews, we stripped of our extra layers as it was warm and cozy in the church.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes as I looked down at my stomach.
"Hey little baby," Joe squatted down by me. I smiled looking at him. He was so adorable, "Your mamas doing a good job with you." He held my stomach and placed a kiss on it.
"They're going to be so handsome or pretty just like their dad." I smiled looking at Joe.
All of the men stopped what they were doing. Falling silently and staring at me and Joe.

"Protch are you pregnant?" Winters broke the silence.

"Yes sir," I cleared my throat. He sighed and rubbed his nose bridge.

"Dont you think you should go back to the states..."

"No sir, I've been working in the hospitals sir." I spoke up.

"Stay safe Protch," he nodded. Everyone returned to what they were doing but now before asking tons of questions.
The sisters at the church organized for the choir to sing. It was so relieving and felt like we were in heaven.
I laid my head on Joe's shoulder and closed my eyes.
He kissed my head and put an arm around me as I drifted off.

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