War Zone

Satisfaction

* 2 months later *
(Joe's P. O . V)
Nicole's gotten most of her memory back. But she doesn't know about losing our baby. I'm really lost about what I should do. I don't how she'll react if I tell her; but she needs to know. Plus I'm under a lot of stress.
Cap called me up and told me we're (Derrick and I) are being deployed back to Iran. So do I tell her about the baby first or Iran? A lot of stress...
* Nicole's P. O . V *
I feel good, I'm regaining most of my memory. I'm glad too, I would've been sorry that I missed out on Kailaieh's life. I was folding clothes in her room. As I went to go put them away; there was a large brown box. As I opened it, there were baby clothes in it. I figured they were Kailaieah's old clothes...they were pink.
As I continued to look through the box, I found a slip of paper, it had a list of possible baby names. As I read, I was confused; Kailaieah wasn't on there. Maybe it was sper of the moment? I didn't want to automatically assume things. I continued to look in the box. I found a Manila folder. I looked through it, it was medical documents. I thought it was cute...I had my pregnancy documented. As I read, I gasped at the bottom of the page it read 2014...that means I was pregnant THIS year. My hand slid down to my stomach. Was I still pregnant? I was totally confused.
There was documentation until about 2 weeks ago. I needed information...fast. (Joe had Kai)
I drove to the hospital. At the front desk, I asked for the doctor that had previously treated me for the crash. He came down the hall.
"Nicole..."-"Um, I have to ask you a question Doctor"."Sure"."Was I pregnant before the crash"? I asked intensely. He sighed, "yes ma'am" he answered. "D-did I l-lose it"? I asked. When he didn't answer I knew. I almost broke down. Why didn't anyone tell me? I questioned everything as I drove home. Joe wa already home. I walked in and went straight to the cabinet. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey. I sipped repeatedly. I guess Joe heard me; he came into the kitchen. "Nicole? What are you doing"? He asked. "Drinking" I answered before sipping more.
"Why? Baby; your eyes are red...are you okay"? He questioned. I didn't answer for the longest. "Why didn't you tell me about the baby"? I questioned. I glanced at him-he was sheepish. "Nic"-"No, Joe, why didn't you tell me? I had as much a right to know as you did"-"it was a lot on me"-"Wow?!?! Put yourself in my place...I didn't remember my family, and had no knowledge at all of my dead baby"-"our"-"No; you threw OUR out the window when you decided not to tell me about it" I spat. I knew my words hurt, but too bad. I was angry.