A/N Alright I have a feeling this may turn into a long, rambling "note" so I apologise in advance.

First off (kinda) hi there! You're back! And to new people, wow! You're new! Yeah baby! So, I hope you guys are as pleased as me, which is about as pleased as punch, that I'm starting a new story! I love writing about the Roomies, so that's why I'm pleased, hopefully you're pleased because you like the way I write about them.

So, I would recommend that since this is a sequel, you read the first story "If You Were With Me Tonight" but it's not necessary though there will be many many references. Because, as I said, this is the sequel! Quick sum up though, Gallant never died, Neela and he moved elsewhere for a year and a half, she was unhappy came back to Chicago for a bit and who did she find? Non other than her lov-a-ly ex-room-mate! After an incident involving a gun and Ray jumping in front of said gun to save her life she realised there was only one way for them all to be happy, split with Gallant and confessed her love to Ray at the hospital bed (god I'm sorry guys, I didn't realise how unoriginal that was. I'll do better with this one, hopefully) while wearing the t-shirt she refused in that all too sad episode. You know the one I mean. Anyway we left our loved up couple at Christmas, and we shall join them again in January, they've been together about two and a half months (but who's counting). Oh and the gorgeous Jasmyn (Abby and Luka's daughter) is about twenty one months old... something like that anyway. Almost two in my book. Oh talking of which, I'm planning a spin off -lmao- yup, all about Jazz when she's fifteen. Probably will just be a one-shot (maybe an extended one-shot of two or three chapters) but I hope you guys'll read!

Disclaimer: As usual we have the chapter from Neela, then Ray and so on. And we have our little song bit at the beginning. I own none of the songs, and they are all accredited. I also don't own Ray and Neela, but because this story is set so far after the series, I guess this version of them is kinda mine. In a way. Anyway... Oh! There will be no season 13 spoilers, because I don't know nor want any. Please don't tell me anything. However if any of the things that happen in my story do end up happening in the series, it is purely coincidence. Or ER have stolen my ideas but that seems a little far-fetched. A girl can dream though!

Rating: As always the same as the show. I rate it as a T, but if you think it should be bumped up just tell me, I don't mind!

Oh one more thing, I don't know when Neela first moved in with Ray so I'm guessing/ changing-it-to-suit-my-story. Hope you don't mind! And the first bit of this is meant to mirror the first bit of the last story. I'm not just boring. Honest.

Chapter One- Neela

"I'm sick of the things I do when I'm nervous,

Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires."

-"Everything is Alright" Motion City Soundtrack

"Happy Anniversary." I opened my eyes, sunlight pouring into the bedroom and saw... no, not my husband Michael, but the man I was in love with –my rocker boyfriend Ray. Ok, he was also a doctor, but sometimes it's nice to play up his "dangerous" side. I sat up, propping myself on pillows and he gave me the tray he'd been carrying with a wide grin. There was a bowl of Lucky Charms, a bottle of chocolate milkshake and paper napkin made into a lily. It wasn't what us girls were meant to think was romantic, there were no roses, but it was Ray all over and that was enough for me.

"Thanks, but what anniversary are we celebrating exactly?"

He feigned shock, and pouted, "If you don't know I'm not going to tell you. And I shall take your breakfast away."

I held onto the tray, "The Lucky Charms are mine, Barnett."

"I love it when you call me Barnett."

I winked, "I know you do. I'll call it you more often if you tell me what this is about."

He smiled, "You making some sort of bargain? I didn't know I'd ever see the day that Neela Rasgotra would be bargaining with me -especially over a date she'd forgotten."

"I haven't forgotten I've just... misplaced the information."

"Oh tactfully done. This my dear, is the day you first moved in with me."

I looked at him, shocked. "You remember the date that I first moved in?"

"You want the truthful answer or the yes-I've-been-in-love-with-you-forever-slightly-stalker-answer."

"Um... the truth... I think."

"Ok, no I did not put this date down in my mind when you first moved in, then it was a necessity for me as it was for you. But last year I was doing some clearing out, came across an old calender and by then I was hopelessly devoted so I started to remember."

"Hopelessly devoted?"

"Oh yeah. It was all our Summer Lovin' that did it."

"Mmm, You're The One That I Want."

He laughed, "I'm glad. I gotta go get a shower, care to join me?"

"You have work."

"Yeah... so."

"You'll be late if I join you."

"Oh, that sounds like big talk."

I grinned, "We've tried it before, we can't share a shower and be quick about it."

"True," he said, leaning over and kissing me. "I'll see you in a bit then." He went to the door.

"Ray?"

"Mmm?"

"You need to take your clothes."

"Why? Nothing you haven't seen before," he said, winking.

"You need to take your clothes."

He raised his eyebrows, "Why do I... oh I see. Can't resist me can you?"

I thought about denying it, but it was true, "Nope."

"I'm glad," he said again, grabbing a pile from the side.

I sighed, then started eating my breakfast. I didn't have work today, luckily, so I could enjoy a day of rest and eating. Two things you don't always get to do while working a shift at the ER. Ray and I mainly shared the same shifts, or near about, but I'd done Caroline a favour and she was repaying me today. Caroline Smith was the doctor who had come to take over Archie Morris, who'd left around the same time as me. Although she was a better doctor she was worse at making coffee. And none of us had thought that possible. But she was also one of my friends, once I'd moved back to Chicago we'd become close and she'd often join Abby and I on our girls nights.

I heard the shower start and thought that perhaps I could join him. But I needed to talk to him when I was in a clear mind, hence my request for him to be clothed. I needed to talk to him about serious things, and that was impossible for me when he wasn't clothed. A lot of people when they first met Ray thought it would be hard to have a serious conversation with him -he was a joker. But it wasn't, he was actually one of the most serious people I'd met, especially when it came to feelings. When he felt something he felt it deep down with a passion. It meant he got hurt, like when I'd left. I hated the fact that I'd hurt him, I loved him I hadn't wanted to hurt him. Stupidly I'd thought it was for the best. But everyone just ended up getting more hurt. But now I was back with him, and I hoped that was making it up for him. He said it was.

I got up and pulled on a jumper. Ah Chicago winters. I didn't know whether today would be the best time to tell him. But I had to tell him at some point and I didn't know when else I could, he had a gig tonight and I didn't think I could wait until tomorrow. One more night would kill me.

I walked round the living room, straightening the cushions on the sofa, using my sleeve to dust the t.v. Oh yes, if the room was clean my bombshell wouldn't seem so big. Or that was the way I felt. I was so nervous. I didn't know how he'd react...

"All done, and half an hour to spare," he said, cheerfully.

"Good because I sort of... I need to talk to you."

"You sound serious."

"Yeah, it is serious. Well it might be," I said, motioning him to sit on the couch next to me. He came and sat down looking at me with a little smile.

"What's up?"

"Ray I..." I took a deep breath. "I've missed a period."

His eyes widened. "Oh... you... wow." He paused a minute then broke out in a wide smile, "Have you taken a test?"

"No, I wanted to wait until you knew and then..."

He grinned, "Ok, I'm going to go get one, you sit there. Rest, relax." He jumped up and pulled on a coat, heading for the door, "I'll be back in five minutes. Rest!"

I smiled as I heard the door closing. Whatever I'd thought his reaction might be, that surely wasn't it. I hadn't expected him to be... excited. Shocked, even upset was what I'd prepared myself for. But he was happy... I didn't know what to think. He came back, still smiling.

"You should have seen the looks I got buying this. Here," he said, handing it to me.

I went to the bathroom, taking deep breaths. I didn't know what to think, I didn't want to have a baby yet, but it might be nice... he seemed so pleased and... God I didn't know what to think. First things first, take the test. I let him in once I was done, the stick was on the toilet top. We had to wait two to three minutes. He came behind me and hugged me as we both watched it. This could change our lives forever.

He kissed the top of my head, "I love you, you know that, whatever happens I will always, always love you."

"I know," I said quietly. "I'm so scared."

"It's alright," he said, squeezing me tighter, "It's me and you, we can get through anything."

I jumped as the alarm on my watch went off. "Three minutes... I can't do it. I can't look."

He went and got it, then looked down, "It's negative," he said quietly.

"Oh."

"Yeah..." he gave me a small smile. "Well, at least there's no big decisions to be made."

"Yes I suppose so." Was it just me or did we both sound a bit disappointed. Which of course was stupid because we weren't ready to have kids. I mean, we'd only just got together, a few months in is not enough time to start planning a family. I was getting a divorce, he was in a band. That didn't seem like ideal parentmaterialto me.

"I suppose I should go to work, Weaver will bust my ass if I'm late, I seem to be late more often since you moved back in."

"I'm sorry," I said with a small smile. I loved him so much, he could always get me out of my depressing thoughts, and bring me back to the real world. "And I'm sorry to give you a scare. False alarm, silly me."

"I'm glad you told me, I know that must have been hard." He glanced at his watch, "We'll talk more tonight."

"You have a gig."

"Shit... yeah. You wanna come?"

"Always." He kissed me passionately, one of those kisses that leave your knees weak.

"See you tonight." I could only mumble in reply.

A/N So my prettys. What thought you? I like to jump in with a bang, I don't know if you noticed... anyway hope you liked please review! PLEASE! I'll love you forever if you review! This was sort of hard to write, as a first chapter often is for me, so I hope you liked it anyway.