JPOV

My eyes opened slowly as I realized that Savannah wasn't lying next to me. I looked at the clock, it read 4:30. My feet planted on the ground I pulled on a T shirt and began walking towards the only place she would be; the nursery. As I walked in I saw Savannah holding Isabella, they were both asleep and Savannah looked warn down to the bone.

"Savannah, wake up." I whispered into her ear. I didn't want to wake Isabella at the same time. This early in the morning, it would be impossible to get her to go back to sleep.

Savannah shrugged her shoulders, before bringing Isabella closer to her and spoke softly. "No. I have to keep Isabella safe." She mumbled in her sleep, before turning her face away from me.

"Isabella will be safe in her crib baby. Let me put her to sleep." I begged, I wanted her to get a good night rest. Ever since we brought Isabella home Savannah never slept. She would take her from me; barley let me feed her unless she couldn't get her fed herself. I knew Savannah was worried about Isabella's health and everything about Isabella. But I was just as worried as she was, and there wasn't anything she would let me do.

I softly picked up Isabella from her hands and placed her down carefully in the crib; neither of them woke up. "Let's go to bed." I whispered to Savannah before picking her up too and carrying her into the bedroom.

SPOV

When I awoke in the morning to my surprise I was placed in the bed. I went to check on Isabella and she was sound asleep in the crib. John must have seen me passed out in the chair and carried me to bed, along with putting Isabella to sleep.

"Hey little girl." I smiled down at Isabella who was asleep curled up next to a teddy bear my dad had sent down from Germany.

"Mommy's here." I leaned down in the crib, picking her up and holding her close to me. My little angle was so precious. I loved her more than anything in the world. "How are you today?" I baby talked to her as she slowly opened her eyes. Her tiny mouth yawning and her little fits in the air as she stretched; she was so precious.

"Are you hungry baby?" I whispered down to her before getting her bottle out and began to feed her. This time, she was actually eating; I was only lucky… It was barley 9 in the morning and I had the whole day without seeing John, so I would need Isabella to adjust to John not feeding her.

JPOV-

Near the end of the day was coming. I couldn't wait to get home to Savannah and Isabella. I couldn't help but to keep my mind off of what Savannah had been talking about last night. How very premature baby's can die after the first few months of them being born. It was eating away at my soul.

I put my head on a stack of files I was reading threw for my new intelligence job. I had already forgotten what I got on my ASVAB so I really didn't know how I got this job. If I could even make it in this job, lucky for me I had a good SG on my side, and I was working my way up in ranks. One minute I was a Private, next thing I knew I was a Corporal.

"Corporal Tyree; Do you mind telling me why your head is at rest?" SG Gilbert asked as he walked into the room I was studying in. I certainly didn't want to explain to him what was on my mind, but at the same time I really had no option but to tell him.

"My wife, she thinks that our daughter might be getting sick." I spoke to him, trying to hold back the feelings the situation made me feel.

I saw his face get stern, almost as if he was holding something back. "What is it Sergeant?" I sat up straight, turning towards him as he sat down in the desk next to mine. "Why did you come in here? I know damn well you don't care if I am studying or not. You know I'm going to pass. Now tell me what's going on. Am I doing something wrong?" I questioned him as he sat there. For a moment, I didn't see SG Gilbert, I saw a compassionate person.

"Son, I hate to be the bearer of bad news…but your wife and daughter is at the hospital. She said that she was feeding your daughter and she began to choke. Your daughter is in the emergency room and Mrs. Tyree said she tried to burp her and everything and she couldn't get a hold of your cell so she called me."

My heart sank as I stood up and grabbed all my papers. I began to sweat as I spoke "I do have permission to leave…right Sergeant?" I asked nervously. My palms getting hotter and hotter the longer I waited.

"Of course you can Corporal!" He nearly shouted at me; though I was out of the room before he could even finish his sentence.

I was at the hospital on base in less than five minutes; I don't know how many stop signs and red lights I ran on my way there. I didn't even care; the MP'S would have to follow me all the way to the hospital to give me a citation.

Running inside, I barley hit the corner of the front desk. "Where…is…Savannah…and Isabella…Tyree…" I huffed out in nearly a second. The lady at the desk responded with a point of her finger. She obviously didn't care.

"Thanks for your compassion." I said, before running down the hall towards the room she was pointing at. I saw Savannah in the Emergency room standing over an incubator. I was choking on my own tears. Maybe what Savannah had been talking about was true. Maybe, my world was coming to an end.

"Savannah." I walked into the room, before she could even say a word my arms were around her. I hugged her tightly before looking in the incubator to see no one. Isabella was not in there.

"Where is she? I want to see her now." I asked the doctor who was standing in the room with Savannah. I felt an odd tension; I couldn't put my finger on what I was feeling. The doctor began to speak and it all came out to me as white noise.

"I'm sorry for your loss." The doctor spoke, before silently leaving the room. I felt a cold tension in my heart as I fell to my knees. My heart tore in so many directions; the only time I can remember in my life that I began to bawl my eyes out. I felt Savannah next to me, my arm wrapped around her as we cried together. I couldn't feel anything anymore; I was nothing but a blank body.

-SPOV-

The car ride home was awkward and uncomfortable; uncontrollable tears coming from both ends. I didn't know what to think or say to John. All I felt was grief and blame. We made a stop at a gas station for John to get cigarettes he hadn't smoked since Isabella was born and I didn't care anymore. I could feel myself not caring about anything anymore. I felt so uneasy. As if this where a nightmare, that I couldn't wake up from. Where was my Isabella?

"What do we do with the nursery?" I asked John my voice broken and cold. My face was dried with tears and my eyes were blood shot.

"I don't give a fuck." He spoke, getting out of the car and slamming the door. He didn't walk upstairs and into the apartment but down the sidewalk and around the building. My eyes watered up again before placing my face in my hands; this was my entire fault.