She had not heard from Quinn since the time that they had shared during the fabulous week in the Caribbean together. Quinn told her not to be concerned if she did not hear from him months at a time, but nevertheless, she was. She couldn't help herself. She chewed on her bottom lip thinking about the child she carried and if it were a boy or a girl. Would it look like her? Would it look like him? She smiled at the thought. Then, her eyebrows puckered together in a small frown. How would Quinn react when she told him? Did he even want to be a father? Did it matter whether he did or not? Of course it did, but she would and could manage just fine on her own. It's just not how she imagined her life might be or ought to be. She only wished with all her heart that he would return her phone calls soon and take away her anxiety. Her wish was not acknowledged nor was it even heard. Across the Atlantic in a German hospital, Quinn was fighting for his life. He just didn't know it yet. He had lost most of his upper thigh in the blast that shook The USS Cole, but he didn't know that either.
