"Oh my gosh, he's so cute!"

While looking down at little baby Joshua, Morgan felt something change inside of her. This wasn't like her to say a baby looked cute! She didn't like babies, she never had! They cried all the time, kept you up at night, couldn't do anything themselves and she didn't even want to think about diapers. When her mother had told her she was getting married again, all she had been worried about was a baby in the house. Luckily both her mother and stepfather had reassured her very quickly that they didn't want any more children, that she would always be the only one. She had been happy back then, but now she didn't understand why anymore. Little Joshua had wrapped his hand around her finger, which made her smile.

"He looks like you, David," she told him, still smiling. He blushed a little. "You really think so? Everyone says he looks more like Amy."

"No, definitely you," she insisted. "But maybe I do see a little bit of Amy in him…"

"Babies change when they grow up," her father suddenly spoke up. Up until then he had been standing quietly behind them, just looking at baby Joshua with a smile on his face. Now he looked up. "When Morgan was little, she looked just like me, but now she looks exactly like her mother. So, who knows, David, in eighteen years time he might just be your mirror image!"

"Well, it doesn't matter who he looks like most, I think he's beautiful anyway," Morgan stated. She softly rocked Joshua in her arms. "Hey, there, little guy… Yes, I think you're beautiful! But I bet your Mom and Dad tell you that every minute, don't they? And everyone else who comes to see you…"

"Has he had a lot of visitors?" her father asked David and Amy. David nodded. "Yeah, almost everyone has seen him already! Doc and Hodges were here first and then Finn and Nick came to see him… Sara's been here, Russell of course with his wife, Henry and Mandy… Even Captain Brass has been for a visit!"

"What about…" Morgan started, wondering if her favorite colleague had seen the baby already, but she didn't get the chance to finish as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," David smiled at Amy, quickly leaving the room. Amy watched him as he left before looking at Joshua again. She smiled at the sight of her happy, quiet son. "I think he likes you, Morgan!"

Surprised, Morgan looked up. "Really?"

With a smile, Amy nodded. Feeling a little proud, Morgan continued to rock the baby softly in her arms. She didn't know why she suddenly felt proud after Amy's comment. She didn't have any experience with babies and whenever she saw one with his Mom in a store, the baby usually already started crying when she just thought about looking at him. Joshua didn't cry in her arms, though. He even seemed to fall asleep with his thumb in his little mouth. Morgan couldn't help but smile when she saw it. He was absolutely adorable!

"Guys, there's another visitor!"

David returned to the room, closely followed by Greg. Morgan's heart immediately skipped a beat. She managed a normal smile. "Hey."

"Hey," Greg repeated before smiling at Amy. "Hey, Amy, congratulations! How are you feeling?"

"Fine," the new Mom smiled. "And Joshua's fine as well, that's most important for me."

"Definitely," Greg agreed. He looked at the baby in Morgan's arms. "So, this is him then? Are you going to introduce me, Dave?"

Almost reluctantly Morgan gave Joshua back to his father, who proudly showed him to Greg. "Meet Joshua Adam Phillips! Would you like to hold him?"

"Yeah, sure!" Greg held up his arms so David could give him the baby. Smiling, he looked down at the little boy. "He looks like you, David!"

"Really? You and Morgan are the only ones who think so!" David told him. Greg looked up at Morgan. "Well, we agree every now and then on something, don't we?"

His smile made her heart skip another beat while she noticed how natural it seemed for him to hold a baby. He'd be a perfect Dad, she thought, almost immediately shocking herself. Where did that come from? She quickly turned around and looked at her father. "Maybe we should go."

"Yeah, you're right, it might get too busy for Joshua," her father agreed.

"I'll show you guys out," David offered, but Ecklie quickly reassured him he didn't have to. After saying goodbye to Amy Morgan followed her father outside and got into the car with him. As he was driving, she had the opportunity to look out the window and get lost in her own thoughts. Something had woken up inside of her after holding baby Joshua, something she had never expected. And something she didn't know how to deal with right now.

"You okay?" her father asked. "You're kinda quiet…"

"I was just thinking," she admitted.

"About Joshua? I saw how much you loved holding him."

"You did?" A little unsure she looked at her father. He smiled. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, don't worry, M! As far as I know all women loves babies, so I'm glad you're no exception!"

"I never liked them before…"

"I know," her father nodded. "I even already almost gave up hope of ever becoming a grandfather. But I have a feeling that might change…"

Morgan shook her head. "Don't get your hopes up too much, I don't even have a boyfriend!"

"Things can change…"

"Well, not for me!" she said, leaning back into her seat again. She stared out of the window. The image she had in her head almost seemed to appear in the darkness as if she was watching a movie. She tried to focus on the houses she saw outside, but the image wouldn't disappear.

"What about Greg?"

She immediately felt her cheeks going red. Had he been reading her mind? How did he know she had been thinking about him?

"We work together, we can't date," she reminded her father. He shrugged his shoulders. "Says who? As long as you can stay professional at work, I don't mind you two dating!"

She could just hold in a happy 'Really?' and a smile. Instead, she said: "There's no way we'll end up dating."

"There isn't? Come on, M, I saw the way he looked at you when he walked in and saw you with the baby in your arms. And I know you know exactly what I mean! Don't make me spell it out for you, please, I'm not sure if I can handle that!"

She didn't answer his smile, she just stared out of the window. He was right: she knew exactly what he meant. Greg was crazy about her, he always had been. And she knew she was lucky he was, because he was the most amazing guy she had ever met. He was cute, funny, smart, passionate, caring… Basically everything she could ever want. And yet she never really gave him a chance to become more than friends with her. Why? What was wrong with her?

By the time her father dropped her off at home, she still hadn't thought of an answer. Was she too focused on her career to think about a personal life? No, because she thought about it quite a few times every week. Was she scared of getting hurt if she told Greg how she felt? That was ridiculous, because he would never hurt her. What was it then? Why couldn't she just admit how much she liked him and that she dreamed about a future together with him?

The two questions kept going through her mind as she tried to get some sleep. She stared at the red numbers on her alarm clock, which almost seemed to shout out: 'You're not gonna get any sleep as long as you don't tell him…'

"I know, I know," she muttered. "Just leave me alone…"

Suddenly she sat up in bed. Did she really just talk to an alarm clock? Yes, you did, she answered her own question. And you know what that means…

Half an hour later she rang a doorbell, her heart beating wild with nerves. When he opened the door, he looked surprised, which she couldn't blame him.

"Morgan?" he said, smiling, but with his eyebrows frowned together. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," she confessed. She saw his eyes light up hopefully after her words, which made her smile. He already knew what she was going to say.

I thought of this as a one-shot, but if you'd like me to continue, just let me know! :)