Author's Note: This is my first fic in a LONG time. But I just finished the entire Uncharted series in 2 weeks and I couldn't help but wonder about some of their life moments in the middle. Drama follows the Drake family, and you can only imagine that the same would happen with their baby! So enjoy :)

It was late September on the coast of Germany and the air was beginning to turn cool, but Elena was sweating as she gave her new, very expensive camera a good lens cleaning. Nate would be coming to back the surface any moment now with his latest find.

The boat swayed lazily underneath her, but her gravity was compromised and she struggled slightly to stand in one place. Now 32 weeks along in her pregnancy, even going from sitting to standing was a task. She looked up to scan the surface of the ocean for tell tale bubbles of a scuba ascent, but nothing yet.

"You know, you should really take it easy, kid. I think you're going to give Nate an aneurysm with you waddling around on the high seas." Victor quipped as he strolled over to where she was standing, unlit cigar in his mouth.

Her only answer was an eye roll. Elena was glad he was there, though. Her and Nate had arrived in Germany in mid July after a successful job in the Gulf of Mexico. Some unexpected "business" of Victor and Sam's had landed them in Munich two months ago, and they had joined up with Nate and Elena three weeks ago in the small coastal town where they had been researching a possible 13th century Viking wreckage. Sam, citing that the last time he was on a boat with Nathan had caused him to be marooned on an island, opted to stay back at their rented townhouse.

Victor was a comforting presence to Nate, too. His stress level seemed to be reaching critical levels as Elena's pregnancy progressed. He had insisted almost the minute he found out she was pregnant that she take time off, and they would settle in one place for a bit. But there was no way she was backing down from that argument. She lived for the adventure as much as he did. And there was no way in hell that she was getting stuck with the paperwork all that time while he was off exploring.

A year after chasing pirate Henry Avery's treasure into almost getting them all blown up, they had bought Jameson Marine, sold their house, and began booking jobs all over the world. Legal jobs. There was no shortage of collectors, historical societies, and museums that weren't looking for the next old wreckage or great historical find at the bottom of the ocean, and the newly minted Jameson-Drake Marine was fast becoming the go-to for such a request.

"Put yourself to use then, gramps" She smiled, standing up straight, handing him the camera with one hand while the other went straight to the small of her back, massaging the constant pain that had developed there.

Victor chuckled at the nickname, "Hey now, I'm too young and good looking to be called grampa anytime soon. The kid will just have to work with Sully."

Elena shook her head and smiled, thinking of how he might have a change of heart in about six weeks. Six weeks. How she would last six more weeks, Elena didn't know. It didn't help that their little girl was constantly on the move, kicking her straight in the bladder every 5 minutes.

"Can't sit still can you? You definitely get that from your father…" She smiled as she rubbed what she thought was a tiny foot poking out at the top of her stomach with her now camera-free hand.

Finally, looking at the water's surface again, she saw the bubbles, and motioned to Victor to turn the camera on her. Absentmindedly, she fixed her hair and wiped her face, camera ready as she'd ever be. She began reciting the details of the 13th century Vikings that had torn through the coastal cities of Germany, pillaging what could possibly be the biggest horde of Viking treasure and artifacts to date. She brandished a worn, silver coin that Nate had picked up around the time that Victor and Sam had arrived. It had been the first clue that they were on the right track after weeks of searching.

She winced suddenly at a sharp streak of pain that came shooting up from her abdomen. Victor looked up at her, causing the camera frame to go off center for a moment. She recovered and motioned for him to keep rolling. A light splash and sputter behind alerted her to Nate's surfacing as he spit out the mouthpiece, excitedly yelling something indistinct. As she turned her body to look at him, she felt a white-hot searing pain that was definitely NOT a kick come from her bulging belly. Doubling over, she reached out a hand as she hit the deck and caught herself, but just barely. Her thighs felt wet, and when she looked down, she saw only red.

Elena heard the shouts, but couldn't tell whether it was Victor or Nate, or both. Nate was frantically swimming for the boat, only yards away, but was weighed down by something he was carrying in a net behind him. Victor was suddenly next to her, and she had a moment of clarity where she craned her neck looking for her camera. Another wave of extraordinary pain enveloped her again and she flung her left hand out, searching. She needed Nate, she needed her husband.

She felt a cold, wet hand grasp hers and squeeze. Looking up, she saw the utter panic that mirrored her own.

"ELENA!" she heard him yell, but he seemed far away.

Tearing off his flippers and stripping himself of his oxygen tank, he gently cradled Elena's head in his lap, taking her hand once again in his right, and with his left reached out to her stomach. His hand froze when he caught sight of the dark red blood now staining her blue capris. "What do I do? What do I do?" ran on a loop inside his head.

Loose strands of blonde hair were whipping around his fingers. The boat was moving, and fast. Dazed, he looked around. He could see Sully at the wheel, yelling into the boat's radio receiver. Nathan looked down at Elena again. He smoothed his hands over her face, trying to rouse her.

"Elena, baby, wake up, please? We're going back to shore. You'll be okay. You'll both be okay. I promise. Please wake up," his pleas grew louder and he shook her shoulders. She was entirely limp in his arms, her skin pale and clammy. The pool of blood around them grew. It was starting to drip over the side of the deck. Nate felt chilled. "Is this shock?" He thought to himself.

"HURRY SULLY!" He yelled into the roar of the wind and motor. Sully couldn't have heard the words, but turned around at the sound, looking to Nate's face. Fear was etched into his expression as well.