Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I definitely do not claim to be a great writer, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue, Gail or Holly. This makes me no monies; that's what my day job is for.

When Holly walked in the door, the only thing on her mind was pajamas. It was only 7:30, but her day had been long and wet. The morning had started with a visit to a crime scene in the woods on one of the rainiest days to hit Toronto all year. Combine that with the floater and the lightning-induced power outage that had erased half of the journal article she was working on and Holly couldn't imagine one more minute in the clothes that had never quite dried out. She wanted flannel pants, an oversized sweater and a giant cup of hot tea. Oh and snuggles. A ridiculous amount of snuggles with her wife.

Ahh. Her wife. Just the thought of her favorite blonde made her shoulders relax a little. Despite the reputation that Gail had carefully cultivated, Holly's wife was capable of great sentimentality. She was known as a snarky, badass cop to her colleagues, but to Holly, she was the best friend who had once found someone to make a giant, lunchbox-shaped pillow so Holly would have something to sleep with when she had to go to a two-week conference in Vancouver. (Holly never pointed out that, technically speaking, since "Lunchbox" was Gail's nickname for Holly, it was sort of like she was sleeping with herself. The thought was what counted and metaphorically accurate or not, once she had wrapped the pillow in Gail's unwashed sweatshirt, it made a workable substitute for her first choice.)

Now that she had peeled off her damp clothes, Holly began to wonder about the whereabouts of her wife. Gail had texted her a couple of hours ago to let her know she was headed home, but Holly had been so busy trying to salvage the rest of her day that she hadn't checked in since then.

"Gail?" Holly called into the otherwise silent house. "Are you here, Honey?"

She made her way up the stairs to see if the blonde had drifted off in their king-sized bed. Holly's day had been long, but Gail's week had been longer. New rookies and end-of-the-month quotas had landed Gail in bed before 10PM every night this week.

Holly walked into the bedroom and immediately saw Gail sitting cross-legged at the end of their bed, staring at one spot on the wall across from her. Holly noticed that her wife was wearing one of her flannel shirts and a pair of her yoga pants. Gail wasn't usually one to borrow Holly's clothes, but she brushed it off as Gail needing some extra comfort after a rough week.

"Hey Babe, how was the rest of your day? Mine was ridiculous. The power went out for ten minutes at four o'clock and I lost like ten pages of that paper I've been working on. And that was after I had to trek down a muddy trail to look at a body found by a jogger in the woods. And then McNally came over with a floater and talked about whether she and Sam should get a dog for over an hour. I mean, I know she's our friend, but she just kept talking and I was still wearing soggy socks and it was just too much."

Holly hadn't noticed that while she was changing out of her wet clothes and rattling off the details of her day, Gail hadn't moved an inch or made a single sound. In fact, she hadn't acknowledged her wife's presence at all.

"Gail?"

"Holly, I need you to stay calm." Gail still hadn't moved her eyes from that same spot on the wall.

"Um, ok. About what, Gail? Are you okay?" Now that she had noticed her wife's odd behavior, Holly was focused on determining the source. With Gail, it could be anything.

"Before I tell you, you have to promise you're not going to panic or pass out or start hyperventilating." Gail had finally adjusted her gaze to her hands, one thumb kneading the palm of the other hand nervously.

"Gail." Holly's tone had switched from curious to tense. The brunette made her way over to sit next to her wife. "What are you talking about? Did something happen at work?" Holly's mind began to race with possibilities. Had Gail gotten in trouble at work? Had one of her friends been in an accident? Had Gail gotten assigned to go undercover? Oh god...

With that thought, Holly jumped to her feet. "No. Gail, you can't. We agreed. You said you would tell them. What if...? I mean I know it hasn't worked yet, but it could and if you leave then we have to put everything on hold and that's just not fair..." Holly started to pace back and forth in front of Gail.

"Holly."

"And you have put in your time. Why can't they send someone else? McNally can go. They could send her and Sam together. They wouldn't even have to pretend to be a couple. They don't have a dog yet so it would be fine..."

"Holly." Gail tried again.

"You went undercover six months ago and you were gone for an entire month. And you got hurt because you had to tackle that three hundred pound guy and I didn't even know you were back until Oliver came to pick me up at the lab. And I don't want to pick you up at the hospital. Your shoulder still gets sore when it rains and next time it could be worse. You could get shot or stabbed or..."

"LUNCHBOX!" Gail didn't like yelling at Holly but her wife was working herself into a state of frenzy.

The tactic worked. Holly stopped talking and turned to look at Gail. "Just tell me." Her voice was filled with defeat and her eyes were beginning to shine with unshed tears.

"I'm not going undercover."

At that, Holly visibly sighed. The tension drifting away as she took her former seat next to Gail on the bed. "Thank god." She moved her glasses to the top of her head, slumped forward and put her face in her hands.

Gail grabbed one of Holly's hands and held it between both of her own. "But I do still have to tell you something and you have to promise you won't freak out like you just did about something that isn't even happening."

Holly looked up into her wife's icy blue eyes and felt that familiar panic begin to rise again. "Gail."

"Promise me, Holly."

Letting out a long breath while still trying to discern some clue from Gail's serious expression, Holly said, "I promise, I will try."

A few seconds of silence ticked passed while Gail tried to decide whether her wife was sufficiently calm.

"Gail, I need..."

"I'm pregnant."

"What? Can you repeat that?" Holly wanted to make sure she had heard correctly.

"I'm pregnant."

Hearing the words a second time caused Holly's eyes to go wide and her mouth to drop open slightly with a gasp.

Gail, still clutching her wife's hand, held her breath, waiting for a scream that didn't come. Instead, Holly just stared at Gail with a look of shock affixed to her face.

"Holly?" Gail needed some sort of response.

Instead of speaking, Holly just turned her head toward the wall, staring at the same spot Gail's eyes had been trained on just a couple of minutes ago. Gail couldn't take it anymore. Rambling she could handle. But silence? Holly wasn't the silent type and it was throwing the blonde off.

"LUNCHBOX! Say something!"

Holly jumped before turning to her wife, raising her hands to either side of Gail's face and leaning in for a long, sweet kiss. Gail sighed into the kiss because this was a part of Holly she could understand. This was a reaction she could deal with.

When her wife moved her hands so that they rested at the brunette's sides, Holly felt the tears returning to her eyes. She continued to kiss Gail while she moved one hand down from her wife's face to now rest on her wife's stomach. The gesture made Gail smile into the kiss.

Holly had never felt so happy. She couldn't believe this was happening and even more than that, she couldn't believe it hadn't occurred to her that this might be the news Gail needed to share. But Gail had told her two weeks ago that she had started her period. It's why she hadn't yelled when Gail had told her she had run after a knife-wielding suspect earlier in the week. She hated when Gail was in danger, but she knew that was part of the job. But if Gail had been pregnant when she did that? Wait. Oh god...

Holly suddenly pulled away from the kiss and looked at her wife with wild eyes while Gail just looked back questioningly. "You have to wear your vest." Holly grabbed her wife's hands and pulled them into her lap. "And you can't chase people with weapons. You have to let someone else do that. And you can't let the rookies drive when you are in the car with them. Or Dov. Dov can't drive. He is a good cop but you told me he always tries to get to a call first so he can make his mark. But you're pregnant and so you can't be making marks anymore."

"Holly." Gail shook her head with a slight smirk on her face. This was the freak out she had been anticipating.

Holly stood and started pacing again. "Do you wear your vest at the station? Because Sam got shot at the station once. And you can't touch hazardous chemicals. If you find another meth lab, you have to stay outside. Those chemicals are so dangerous. Maybe they will just let you work the desk until you go on maternity leave."

"Holly." Gail knew she was going to have to yell again but truth be told, her wife's rambling was adorable so she wasn't in any rush.

"I know that's like eight months away. Or really like nine because you're actually pregnant for ten months. But you'd be safer on the desk. Unless someone like Ford snuck in again. Oh god, you should wear your vest at the desk too. You can't die now. I mean you can't ever die, but especially now. And you can't get hurt either. Not even like little bruises or cuts. I mean normally those are ok because you didn't have our baby inside you, but now you're pregnant and..."

"LUNCHBOX!" Gail had to stop her wife before she descended into hyperventilation. She had learned that lesson the hard way.

Holly turned her face back toward her wife. "Gail. You're pregnant."

"Yeah, nerd. I'm aware." She could barely contain the laughter bubbling up inside of her as a result of the look of sheer terror on her wife's face.

"Gail. You're pregnant and you're a police officer."

"If you're trying to play two truths and a lie, you're gonna need to add in a lie. Also I think you're supposed to say things about yourself, not me. You really suck at this game. I thought you were a genius?"

Shaking her head quickly and once again taking a seat next to her wife, Holly said, "Gail, this isn't a joke. You have to be more careful."

"So what you're saying is I shouldn't have taught the rookie how to do donuts in the squad car today?"

"WHAT?! Gail, that's so dangerous, you could have..." Holly's eyes looked like they might explode at any second so Gail decided to take pity on her panicky wife.

"I'm joking, Holly." Gail couldn't keep the smile off her face. "How are we going to do donuts without ice on the roads? Duh." Holly was so gullible when it came to Gail's claims of reckless behavior.

Holly breathed a sigh of relief before bringing her hand to her forehead. "Oh my god. Gail, that's not funny at all. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Actually yes. With you gone, I will be free to name the kid whatever I want."

"Gail. I'm serious. You're pregnant. You're carrying our baby. You can't just run into burning buildings and tackle suspects like nothing has changed. You may not feel differently, but you have to think differently. You have to take care of yourself. If something were to happen…" Holly's thoughts started to circle back around to the worst-case scenarios.

"Nothing is going to happen. Women have been having babies for thousands of years. And now even delinquent teenagers have babies in high school bathrooms after eating Hot Pockets and Funyuns for nine months. If those idiots can do it, then I think I will be fine."

"Gail, those teenagers aren't dodging bullets and chasing junkies with knives through dark warehouses." Holly's voice had calmed considerably, but there was still an edge.

"That happened before I knew I was pregnant, Holly. How was I supposed to know women can still 'spot' while pregnant? One of the only perks of pregnancy is not having a period for nine months so that better have been a one time thing. And what was I supposed to do? Leave the rookie alone with a doped-up buffoon waving a weapon around? Even I don't hate Gerald that much." Gail was starting to get defensive. She was a police officer after all. It was her job.

Holly saw the shift in her wife's eyes and knew she had to keep Gail from shutting down. She grabbed the blonde's hands for the third time that night. "I know that, baby. I know. You were doing your job, which you are really, really good at. And I love that you're a badass cop who keeps me safe, chases bad guys and always has her partner's back. But things are different now. You have to protect that baby inside of you. You're the only one who can keep her safe right now. She needs you. You're her mom. And I need you. It sounds crazy, but I already love this baby and if anything were to happen to you or her, I don't know what I'd do, Gail. I can't handle that. So if anything, do it for me."

"Ugh, okay, Lunchbox. No need to start crying." Truth be told, Holly's tears were one of Gail's weaknesses. When the brunette looked so much as slightly misty, Gail's resolve on whatever subject immediately began to crumble. She couldn't stand for her wife to feel sad. "But I can't be on the desk for nine months. I will die of boredom and the only part of your tirade that I listened to was the part about how I shouldn't die. And also, we aren't supposed to tell anyone that I'm pregnant until the end of the first trimester and if I ask to work the desk, people are going to know. Pecks don't ride the desk, Holly."

Holly hastily wiped the tears that had escaped. "Ok, I'm not going to tell you when you have to start working the desk exclusively. I trust you. I know you will be smart and that you'll make good choices so that our baby stays right where she is until it's time for her to come out. Just promise me you will be extra careful? Please?"

Gail studied her hands for a couple of seconds.

"Gail?" Holly wasn't sure what was going through her wife's mind. A few more seconds passed without a peep from the cop.

"Gail?" Holly's heart was racing. What if Gail was about to shut down? What if she decided she didn't need to be more careful?

"GAIL! Please, say something!"

Gail finally looked up at Holly with a ornery grin on her face. "Ha! I just wanted you to know what it felt like. Of course, I promise, Lunchbox. No need to go nuclear on me."

"Oh my god, Gail." Holly put a hand over her chest in a half-hearted effort to calm the pounding. "Is there any way I could convince you to stay under our covers for the next nine months? I'm not sure my nerves are going to survive."

"Not a chance, Lunchbox. Plus this will be great preparation for when you have to start freaking out about me teaching the kid to do things like snowboard on trashcan lids or become a real life fruit ninja, complete with samurai sword."

Holly rolled her eyes. "I'm going to ignore that comment." The brunette reached over and took her wife in her arms, deciding to push away her fears in favor of the joy and love she felt for this sometimes careless woman. She pulled them down so that they were lying on the end of the bed, Holly's head in the hollow of Gail's neck, her hand rubbing soft circles on her wife's stomach.

"Holly?"

"Hmm?"

"Is it really ten months instead of nine?"

Holly could hardly contain her laughter. Of the many things the brunette had said, this was the part her wife had latched onto. "Yes, Honey. You will really be pregnant for ten months."

"Well that's just not right. Someone should have told me that. You should have told me that. You're a doctor, Holly! Someone should be sued for false advertising because I only agreed to nine months of torture. Ten is just obscene. That's almost an entire year! I'm not happy about this, Holly."

After chuckling into Gail's shoulder, Holly tried to offer some soothing words. "You will be fine. I will be here with you every step of the way. You won't be alone. I know you can do this."

Gail sighed. And for a couple of minutes after, the only sound either could hear was the rhythm of their collective breathing.

"Holly?" The blonde's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Hmm?"

"I'm pregnant." And this was a response Holly could understand. A slow recognition of all that had changed finally reaching her wife's mind, causing her to hiccup with the tears she was trying to keep inside.

Holly lifted her head to kiss her wife on the neck and then held Gail just a bit tighter. "I know, Baby. I know."