A/N: Hello Everyone! This will be a series of sporadic one-shots. It may contain some spoilers to certain storylines throughout the show. The first chapter is meant to be set around the middle of season three, meaning the year is 2008. It is canon with all of the events from seasons 1 through the beginning of mostly 4, but I have always hated that the writers decided to kill Jim off. Even if the storyline was amazing and definitely worth it, Jim does not die in this story and it differs from the show from there on.

UPDATE 12/14/2018: WOW! It's been three and a half years since I first published this story on! I thought it was time to update my fanfic account and fix this story up. I will mainly be posting on here instead of archive now but will update my stories on archive for those who read through there still :) My oh my do years pass without you really knowing haha. To think of back then, I was a sophomore in high school and I would have never thought I'd be still writing it at twenty now, let alone have over one hundred chapters! I thought it was about time for me to comb through this whole series and edit the little mistakes I've noticed over the years.

One of those little mistakes being that I never named or addressed the baby Melinda had lost in this chapter other than a few more times throughout the story. I thought it was time I came and fixed the name part. I picked Parker partly because it's my last name, but also because I love it for a boy's name and I will never name my son that for the fact that it's my maiden name. Moving on, I'd like to address how thankful I am for each and every one of my readers, silent or not. I thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my stories. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I hope you've enjoyed them as much as I've enjoyed writing them all for you. Lots of love and I hope you all enjoy! xx Mariah

Melinda laid there on the exam table, breathing as her hands cradled her stomach like she would the baby within. She had grown larger than she had expected, for being twenty weeks with her and Jim's first child. Her stomach was swollen to about the size of a large watermelon, much like much of the rest of her body. Her ankles swelled sometimes too, but only after long periods of walking.

She fitfully moved around to try and get comfortable, but it was useless. Nothing was comfortable about lying on a doctor's table. "I don't know how much longer I can wait," she sighed, continuing to look at the ceiling. "I don't see how a concussion test will help. I didn't even hit my head."

"It shouldn't be much longer. You know they are just taking every precaution because you're pregnant. That's their job, honey." Jim reassured her, his voice scratchy. There was a slight pause as he cleared his throat before he spoke again. His hand was resting on top of hers on her stomach, his leg bouncing nervously. "There could've been a complication with the machine."

She nodded, moving her other hand on top of his, squeezing it. His hand brought hers to his lips for a reassuring kiss that made her worries ease for a moment.

There was only so much he could do. They still didn't know if everything was okay. Melinda had fallen earlier the previous morning and Jim had brought her straight to the hospital when she complained that her side hurt.

She'd bruised a few ribs, nothing too serious, and they'd gone home without another thought. Melinda was told to take it easy for the next few weeks and Jim was only working nights so he could be with her during the day. It helped with studying for his medical exams to become a doctor.

It wasn't until the next morning when the baby still hadn't kicked when Melinda got worried.

"Jim," she muttered, looking over at her husband. "I can't shake this feeling of dread."

"I know, honey," he told her, squeezing her hand. "I know."

"I can't lose another baby, Jim." She spoke softly, closing her eyes as tears ran down the sides of her face. "I just can't."

Jim stood from the chair he was sitting in, taking a step closer to her before he leaned down to kiss her forehead. He reached up with his thumb to wipe a fallen tear. He leaned over her, in an attempt to hug her, but it was short-lived. The door opened and the doctor interrupted him.

He pulled back and sat down, crossing his fidgeting leg. He was getting anxious too.

"Sorry for taking so long you two," Dr. Carr said, closing the door behind her. "There was a problem with the machine and we couldn't get the results right away."

"See, I told you." He gloated as she sat up, rolling her eyes at him.

"Rejoice all you want," she sighed, looking over at him with a stern look. "I was just worried."

There was a moment of silence as Dr. Carr logged into the computer, entering a few things before she turned around, grabbing the file from the table. "Alright, let's take a look at your concussion test results." Dr. Carr said, opening the chart. "You suffered a minor fall, correct?"

"Yes. I slipped on some ice yesterday morning," she explained, for what seemed like the millionth time today. "I fell on my side."

"Your results for a concussion are negative," Dr. Carr said, closing the file. "So we can move on and see how this baby of yours is doing."

"Oh good," she sighed, lying back. "I was hoping you'd say that."

If Melinda was being honest, she was hoping that she'd tell her if her child was okay. Not that anything in her chart would be able to tell her that, but she'd hoped.

This whole day had just been terrible. She wanted it to be over with. She wished yesterday had never happened.

Why hadn't she been more careful when she got out of the damn car?

"Okay," Dr. Carr sighed, turning a machine on before she grabbed herself a pair of gloves. She grabbed the wand and jelly, smiling. "You know the drill."

"I do," she said, sliding her shirt up and over her stomach.

Dr. Carr squirted a drop of the blue jelly onto her abdomen, bringing the wand to it and sliding around.

She knew the moment she didn't hear the heartbeat that something was wrong. Without fail, her child's heartbeat would fill the room every time the wand touched her stomach.

What was different this time?

Dr. Carr investigated, moving the wand around her stomach slowly. She'd grown too sad to stare at the monitor and looked to the ceiling again. She didn't dare to look at Jim, she would have been able to read it on his face.

Melinda counted the squares of the office like ceiling, breathing with each number she said in her head, trying to grasp onto something as if her whole world hadn't stopped. She knew the second she'd fallen. Not only had the baby stopped kicking, like he or she had been doing all morning, but it was like the life got sucked out of her.

Jim spoke first, breaking the silence. "What can you tell us doc? Is the baby okay?" He asked.

A moment later, the doctor turned the machine off, using her gloves to wipe the jelly from Melinda's stomach and the wand before discarding of them. The doctor sighed, turning her stool to face the couple.

"I'm very sorry," Dr. Carr spoke slowly, almost as if she was still deciding her words. "Your son didn't survive the fall."

"Son?" She asked.

"I thought it would give you peace to know. I'll give you both some time and then we can talk about where to go from here." The doctor explained before she turned to leave.

The minute the door closed, Melinda crumbled, her sobs taking over her.

Jim's mouth opened a little as he stood, but he was at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say? He took a deep breath. When he exhaled, a loud sigh came forth, evidence of his pent-up fears being revealed.

She startled at the sound, her eyes hands going up to wipe her tears away. "I'm sorry," she said, her face twisting into sorrow again. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have been in such a hurry."

He shook his head, moving to pick her up, doing so and sitting back into the chair. He held her to his chest as she cried, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Melinda, it's not your fault."

She shouldn't think that. If anything, he was at fault. He should've opened the damn door for her. He should've helped her like he usually did. What had he been doing instead? He couldn't even remember.

"We were going to have a son," she looked up at him, a small smile somehow adorning her face. "You were right."

"I was," he smiled at her, enjoying the moment of enlightenment. "We should give him a name."

"I've always liked the name Parker," she said softly.

"That's nice. I like it." He nodded and leaned forward, capturing her lips in a short kiss as he pulled her closer, her head lying on his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too Jim," she whispered, holding him close as she grieved their son. She didn't know what she would do without him here. He was holding her together right now. His strong arms wrapping around her and his lips pressing into her forehead. "I don't what I would do without you. I don't."

He only held her tighter, whispering into her hair how much he loved her and how they would try again. They would try again. They would.