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"Be careful."

Those two words, followed by her puppy dog eyes and adorable pout that he couldn't resist, were said everyday. Not a single day went by that she didn't utter those words, and he was so used to it that he would just smile and kiss her forehead in response.

She always feared for his life when he would leave for work, afraid that he would get hurt or worse. Her anxiety and blood pressure would increase the moment he exited the door, but she couldn't panic or stress in her condition.

"Maybe you should ask him to quit." Trish suggested, sipping on her sweet tea as she sat down on the couch.

Ally shook her head, angling her body so she could properly talk to her best friend. "I can't ask him to do that. He loves being a cop, Trish. I would be the worst wife in the world if I asked him to quit."

"No, you would be a great wife because you're concerned for his life." She corrected, sending the brunette a look. "He loves his job, but he loves you more, Als. If you asked him to quit the force, then he would do it in a heartbeat. Just talk to him, okay?"

Ally let a sigh pass through her lips before leaning back against the couch cushion, contemplating over Trish's words. Austin had joined the police force over five years ago, and her worry for her husband's safety increased everyday. There were so many moments where she received calls from Dez, Austin's partner and Trish's husband, telling her that the blonde was in the hospital. His injuries were always minor, but she would always break down into tears.

She was afraid that one day, his minors wouldn't be so minor and he would be on the brink of death.

Losing the love of her life would be equivalent to the pain of having her heart ripped out.

"Have you thought of any names yet?"

She snapped out of her trance and looked at the curly haired Latina, shaking her head a moment later when the question finally registered in her mind. "Not yet." Her hand absentmindedly stroked her enlarged stomach, and she smiled when she felt the kick underneath her palm.

"What are you waiting for, Als? You're due next month!"

The brunette rolled her eyes and chuckled at her friend's overdramatic exclamation. "Trish, relax, would ya? Everything's just been a little hectic with getting the nursery ready."

"It wouldn't be that hectic if you just find out what you're having." Trish remarked. "Looking for neutral colors is so annoying." She let out a dramatic sigh and sipped her tea. "Why don't you want to find out what you're having? If I were you, I'd be dying to know."

"Because we want it to be a surprise. When we first found out I was pregnant, we agreed that we didn't want to know the gender." She ran a hand through her curly hair. "Besides, we have a bet going. He thinks it's a girl and I think it's a boy. The winner gets fifty bucks."

Trish's jaw dropped and her eyes widened comically, causing Ally to bust out into laughter. While her friend was in a state of shock, she whipped out her phone and snapped a picture.

When she finally snapped out of it, Trish stared at her friend and shook her head. "Who are you and what have you done with my best friend? The Ally I know would never make a bet on her baby's gender."

"So you don't want in?"

"Oh, I want it. I'm with Austin on this. You're definitely having a girl."

The brunette raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by her choice. "And I thought we were best friends."

The Latina chuckled. "We are, but I want to win fifty bucks."

"Too bad you're gonna lose." A smirk graced Ally's lips, and that smirk quickly turned into a grin when she felt the baby kick once again.

The two young women hung out and relaxed for hours, chatting and laughing about everything and anything. Since the day's of being pregnant were coming to end, Ally didn't get to see Trish as much. She hated not being able to see her best friend, and she knew Trish felt the same.

When the clock hit five, Ally's worry for her husband increased followed by her heart rate. He had promised he would leave the station at four-thirty, and since they lived only a few minutes away from the station, he should have been home by now.

"Do not panic." Trish stated, noticing her friend's internal panic. "He's fine, do you hear me? He probably got stuck with paper work."

Ally nodded, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Maybe she's right. He probably just got stuck with paperwork.

Wanting to get her mind off her husband, Ally stood up and offered to bring out some snacks. What she needed right now was a huge pickle covered in chocolate. What was probably the grossest thing to eat for her friends was the most delicious thing to eat for her. She would definitely be eating it after having the baby.

Just as Ally opened her mouth to question what the Latina wanted to eat, the phone rang, cutting her off as well as her heartbeat. With a trembling hand, she reached for the cordless phone and answered it, listening on the other end to whoever was calling.

"Als, it's me."

Dez. This caused her heart rate to increase and force her to sit down on a kitchen stool.

"What happened? Is he okay? Please tell me he's okay." Question after question escaped her mouth, not giving the redhead a chance to answer. His breathing on the other end was the only thing confirming his presence.

"He was shot, but he's okay." He paused, only increasing Ally's worry more. "He's having surgery."

Her body completely froze, and the grip on the phone was the only reason it wasn't on the floor. Dez's words echoed in her head, and she found herself sobbing, the sound so loud that Trish came running into the room, questioning what was going on. Noticing the phone in Ally's hand, she gently pried it out of her fingers and held it to her ear, listening to her husband repeat the information he had just relayed.

"But he's gonna be okay?" She finally questioned, rubbing her friend's back as she continued to sob.

"The doctor said he'll be fine. They just need to remove the bullet that was lodged in his shoulder. It shouldn't take that long."

Trish nodded and thanked him, hanging up the phone before turning to Ally. "Als, he's gonna be fine. The surgery is just to remove the bullet that was lodged in his shoulder."

Sniffling, the brunette lifted her head, her bloodshot eyes staring into Trish's. "That doesn't matter, Trish. It's the fact that he was shot. Shot! I knew this day would come, and I hate that it finally did. I can't take it anymore, I can't."

The Latina wrapped her arms around her friend, whispering soothing words in her ear and rubbing her back. "Let's go to the hospital, okay? He'll most likely be out by the time we get there. Everything will be okay, I promise."

Xxx

Resting her head in her palm, she watched her husband sleep peacefully, the only sounds in the room being the machines he was hooked up to and his soft breathing. His left shoulder was completely bandaged, and his eye was bruised.

Dez had explained to her what had happened, and she cringed as she replayed the story over and over. Austin, being the hero he was, was chasing after a robber without waiting for his partner. He hadn't excepted the robber to be quick on his feet, and he hadn't expected the hit to his eye followed by the gunshot wound to his shoulder.

"Why do you have to be such an idiot." She mumbled softly, closing her eyes.

"That's not the greeting I expected."

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of her husband's groggy voice, and tears immediately spilled out of her eyes. "You're an idiot."

He looked at her tiredly, a small smile on his face. "I think we've established that. Now can you come here?" He patted the spot next to him, and she hobbled over to the bed, climbing under the covers. "So, no kiss hello? No, 'thank God you're alive?'"

Ally stared at him, an unamused look on her face. "Not funny, Austin. You got shot. This is no time for jokes."

How could he take this lightly? He got shot and he was making jokes.

The blonde let out a sigh, running a hand down his face. "Why are you mad? It's not like I asked to get shot."

"Because you didn't wait for Dez." She replied. "You just went off after the robber. It's like you were asking to get shot."

The anger and frustration was clear on her face, and he knew he really did it this time. "And this isn't the first time you've done this." She continued. "You're always doing stuff like this and it's killing me. Do you know that I worry about you everyday when you leave for work? Do you know that there are some nights that I can't sleep because I'm afraid a phone call will wake me up and I'll be told you're dead?" Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she buried her face in her husband's chest as she sobbed.

Austin remained silent, opting to just rub her back as she let her emotions out. But he would be lying if he said he didn't have tears in his eyes. He had no clue she felt this way, and it broke his heart to see his wife like this.

"What do you want me to do, Als? I'll do anything." He croaked, a tear leaking out.

She looked up at him, her cheeks stained and her eyes red. "Quit. Quit the force. I-I can't keep worrying about you, especially with a baby on the way. I can't risk our son or daughter growing up without a father, and I can't live without my husband. So please. P-please quit."

Without a second thought, he nodded and kissed her forehead followed by her lips, letting them linger for a moment. "I'll do it. You and our baby are more important to me than a job. I know what I did was stupid, but I couldn't let him get away. I know that doesn't help and I'm sorry, but don't be mad at me."

Ally couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at her husband's pleading eyes. He looked like a child, so innocent. "I'm not mad. I mean, I was, but I understand why you did what you did." He stroked his chin softly, feeling the slight stubble that was evident. "You're really going to quit the force for me?"

He nodded, smiling softly. "For you and our baby." He placed his hand on her growing belly and grinned when his son or daughter kicked his palm. "I can't imagine living my life without you and our baby. Quitting the force is worth it if I get to spend my life with my family. I'd kill myself before I let something happen that stopped me from doing that."

"I think I'd kill you first." She teased.

He chuckled. "I'd let you."

So how was that? I could make this a two-shot, and the next chapter would be how Austin is doing after quitting the force and raising a baby. Review on what you thought of the first chapter and let me know if I should make this a two-shot. Favorite, follow, review! Love you, guys!