It has been a month since the accident, and Case finally remembered everything- except her miscarriage. I wanted to tell her, but I didn't know how. One morning, she asked me if there was anything that she still didn't remember; I hesitated to answer.
"Ni, thank you for helping me remembering everything! I feel like I owe you a proper thank-you" she said while cuddling in my arms in bed still.
"No problem, Babe! I'm glad your memory is back," I replied and kissed her on the forehead.
"Can I ask you something?" she suddenly asked.
"Sure! Tell me what's on your mind."
"Where were we heading when the truck hit us?" she looked up at me curiously.
"Ummm..." I don't know if I should tell her the truth.
"Niall? honey? you there?"
"Ya...ya...we were uhhh" I paused.
I decided to tell her; she needed to know (or I needed to let her know to reduce my own guilt), "We were heading home from the hospital," my voice trailed off.
"Hospital? Were you hurt or sick? or Was I sick? It was me, wasn't it? I kinda remember being a bit uncomfortable before the crash."
"Case, what I am about to tell you might be overwhelming, and you might blame me for keeping this from you; but I just want you to know that I didn't want to tell you because I don't want to see you hurt or blaming yourself...and I didn't know how to tell you..."
"Oh no...what is it, Ni?"
"(sigh) We were at the hospital for your pregnancy test," I said it as calm as possible. Her eyes widened and started to tear up in disbelief.
She got out of the bed and ran to the bathroom.
"Babe, please! I'm sorry! Please, just let me go through this with you!" I followed her but the door slammed into my face. I could hear her sobs non-stop for twenty minutes. I begged her to let me in but she just kept crying. "Casey, please just let me in!"
Finally she opens the door and sat back down beside the bathtub. I went over and sat down beside her and pull her into a hug. She didn't hug me back; she was mad, furious.
When she finally spoke, she said, "girl or boy?"
"RIP Izzy," she whispered under her breath and walked out of the bathroom.
For the next few days, she refused to talk to me. We still slept together and eat breakfast together before I went to the studio to record. so close but so far away...