A/N: Have been waiting to post this story for awhile now ... it's taken from the amazing fan art that alittlelight's has created on her tumblr page titled 'Yoga Babies' :)

If you haven't seen it yet, you should definitely check them out ;)

Felt this might be the perfect time to post this little three chapter arch story.

The timeline: well...season five'ish I guess *shrugs* ... either way I hope you enjoy it :)


[chapter one]

"Sam..," she whispers into the darkness turning her head in the direction of where the light snoring is coming from.

No reply.

"Figures," Andy grumbles turning her head back to stare into the ceiling with her arms crossed on top of her cotton-clad chest.

Gazing into the bedroom ceiling, Andy can't help but remember how her dad has always said that if you can't sleep, you should try and count sheep.

Well, she's tried that. She's tried everything and for what seems like the umpteenth consecutive night in a row, Andy can't fall asleep for shit.

It's kicking her ass on the job.

The real kicker is that her very asleep boyfriend is fast asleep next to her, and all Andy really wants to do is to smack him upside the head. That way he'll at least be as awake as she is at the moment.

She's never had trouble sleeping in her own bed before, and things are good between her and Sam after a year of going back and forth after her return from the taskforce with Nick.

She loves Sam a crazy amount, and he loves her too. It's a ritual of theirs these days to start every day and end every night with those three little words.

'I love you'.

They never go to bed angry, they make sure to share a minimum of three meals together a week as well as a night a week where it's just about the two of them.

After having tirelessly searched for their 'normal' following her return from Temagami, they had decided that finding a normal hadn't been as important as finding a them again.

Everything they had gone through following Andy's return from the taskforce had made them that more focused on remembering who they both are, and to give as much as take in their relationship.

A factor they had forgotten about the first time around.

But back to the no sleeping thing; she has tried everything. Listening to music on her iPod, drinking tea in the evenings – no coffee, only small snacks before bed, reading a good book, taking a warm bath before bedtime – the list goes on and on.

Sam had even offered to rock her world earlier in the evening, saying that sex would be a sure fire way to make her relax, but Andy had merely scowled at him, and nearly thrown a plastic cup at his head.

She's frustrated, okay?

And not in a good way.

The alarm clock on her bedside table reads 04:12 am; Andy huffs out a breath before turning her head towards Sam's again.

The moonlight that's pouring through the blinds in the bedroom is showcasing the very features of her very handsome boyfriend that made Andy weak in the knees the first time she had met him.

Turning on her side, mimicking Sam's position next to her, Andy lets the pad of her index finger trace a circular motion on his left bicep.

She loves his tattoo, and she knows that Sam loves hers as well.

Hers had been born out of a need to remain Andy McNally, while undercover so she had gotten a tattoo consisting of three names. Three names of women in history that she to this day admired for their tenacity and fighting will.

"Can't sleep?" Sam groans pulling Andy out of her thoughts of tattoos.

"God, you're insightful," Andy quips. "No wonder you made Detective," she adds, and despite the fact that she can't make out what he's doing with his mouth right now, she knows that he's grinning at her.

"I did offer to help you out earlier," he reminds her pushing his lips against her forehead before burying his face in his pillow again.

"I know."

"You called your doctor yet?" Sam asks rubbing his eyes.

Oh, that's right. She had actually promised him to make a doctor's appointment to see if there is a reason for her insomnia. But it isn't that she never sleeps, she usually falls asleep a couple of hours before they have to get up, which leaves her yawning throughout most of her shift.

"Uhm..," Andy begins to say gnawing at her bottom lip.

"McNally..," Sam's T.O.-voice booms at her making her realize that he might not be able to see what she's doing, but even the reluctance in the tone of her voice with that 'uhm' made her easy for him to read.

"Not yet, I will though." She promises.

"When?"

"Tomorrow," she answers.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," he says engulfing her hands in his closing his eyes, being well on his way to sleep land again.

And that's the exact moment that Andy's stomach decides to turn on her. Saliva is gathering in her mouth; a tell-tale sign that she'd better make her way to the bathroom.

On the double.

Gasping, Andy bolts up straight in bed snatching her hands out of Sam's usually tight grip.

"What is it?" Sam asks pinching the bridge of his nose wondering if he'll ever gain an entire night of sleep anytime soon.

"I'm gonna be sick."

Andy wrenches the covers off of her, and bolts out of bed slapping a hand across her mouth before high-tailing it into the en-suite bathroom.


"Oh my God..," she whispers resting her forehead against the porcelain edge of the toilet.

"Is it over?" Sam asks holding her hair in a make-shift pony tail.

He had followed her into the bathroom, and had without any hesitation squatted down next to her at the toilet, holding her hair back, while Andy had heaved.

She hated throwing up.

But what she hated even more than throwing up?

Sam Swarek watching her throw up.

"I think so..," Andy weakly replies using the back of her hand to dry away some of the stickiness that has taken up residence around her mouth.

"You have a rubber band for your hair?" he asks using his free hand to rub up and down her back knowing from past experience that it calms her down when she's sick.

Holding up her hand, Sam notices a black rubber band twisted around her wrist. Taking the band off of her, he pulls Andy's tresses into a pony tail before moving to the sink.

Wetting a wash cloth, he squats down next to Andy again, drying away the stickiness around her mouth, enjoying the feeling of taking care of her.

When she has her period, the first couple of days are always the hardest with cramps. Painkillers and a heating pad can only do so much. No, what Andy lets him do these days is to rub her stomach, spooning behind her in bed, letting his touch soothe her pains.

"What did I ever do to deserve you..?" Andy smiles softly when Sam removes the wash cloth from her mouth.

"You're just lucky I guess," he quips winking down at her before standing up to rinse the wash cloth out at the sink.

"If anyone had ever told me that Sam Swarek would be holding my hair back, while I heaved, I'd have laughed them in their face." Andy tells him flushing the toilet before putting the seat down and sitting down on top of it.

Turning away from the sink to look at her, Sam gives her a raised brow before walking towards her, squatting down in front of her, and placing his hands on her cotton clad thighs.

"You will go see your doctor tomorrow," it's a statement, not a question.

Andy can't get around it anymore, something is up with her. Being unable to sleep is what it is, but adding in the nausea and her throwing up; Andy can't beat around the bush anymore.

"I will," she sighs when Sam goes to fetch a glass of water for her at the sink.

"You want me to go with you?" he asks passing the glass of water to her.

Looking up at him from behind the rim of the glass, Andy swallows what feels like a lump the size of Toronto.

"Just saying, that sometimes it's good to have someone there with you..," Sam says when the woman in front of him seems to have lost the ability to speak. "It's just an offer," he adds when Andy's eyes all but pop out of her head.

When he turns around to the sink again, Andy's mind begins to do tailspins on her because she actually does have a doctor's appointment in the morning - already scheduled.

She's late.

Like period-late.

She's uncomfortable, cranky, nauseous and throwing up – and that's just what's been going on for the past couple of weeks.

Andy is thrilled that the wash cloth Sam had used to clean her up with had actually been sitting on the vanity. In the drawer where she keeps that sort of stuff, there's a pregnancy stick – still in its packaging - resting underneath a cloth or two.

She wants to include Sam in this, she does.

But she isn't even sure that she is pregnant, all that she does know is that all the signs she knows to look for are there, but then again it could just as well be an on-coming flu.

Granted the fact that she's late isn't explained by that, but maybe the stress of not knowing what is going on with her could have that effect on her period as well.

"You okay?" Sam's soft voice is suddenly asking her.

When Andy's eyes find Sam's, he's on his knees in front of her, holding her toothbrush in his hand – coated with toothpaste.

Could this guy be any more perfect?

"I am."


How weird is it that a white stick can tell you whether or not your entire world is about to be turned upside down?

After Sam had left for work, Andy had gone into the bathroom, peed on the previously well-hidden pregnancy stick and is now waiting for the designated ten minutes to pass before facing the truth.

He had been very attentive this morning, not that he isn't on an average morning, but even more so this morning. Sam had made her herbal tea, toast as well as fresh-pressed orange juice – and had presented it to her in bed.

Today is Andy's day off and thank heavens for that. Despite having to wait these ten minutes to see if she's pregnant, she also has a doctor's appointment.

Might as well get it verified.

If she's pregnant, there's no doubt in Andy's mind, this is when it had happened.


Wrapped around each other, they stumbled through the front door of Andy's condo quickly slamming the door shut when they were safely ensconced in her home.

Bumping Andy up against the back of the door, Sam's hands began to explore her body; hitching up the hem of the tank top she was wearing putting her tattoo on full display.

"What does it mean?" he groaned against her inked skin letting the pad of his tongue trail across the letters.

"Oh my God..," Andy grabbed fistfuls of black hair letting her head fall back against the back of the door before realizing that Sam had actually asked her a question. "What does what mean?"

"Your tattoo..," he clarified standing back up, divesting her off the top before reclaiming her mouth with his again.

"It's..," she started to say when Sam's lips drifted to her throat, nibbling the delicate skin at her jaw. "…names of women I admire..," she added on a whimper.

"Uh-huh..," Sam nodded his head, as Andy's fingers began unbuttoning the dark blue dress shirt he'd worn for work that day.

"And yours..?" she inquired slipping the shirt off of his muscular torso before letting it drop on top of her own divested tank top on the floor.

"Same..," he hummed against her collarbone. "A man I highly admire," Sam elaborated before trailing his lips down. When his fingers began to pull the zipper of her jeans down, Andy covered his hand with her own with a disbelieving look in her eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Sam asked with an arched brow.

"Not here," Andy told him grabbing his face and pulling him upwards, until he got the message and stood back up. "Bedroom," she mumbled against his lips.

Standing, she curled one leg around his hip, Sam placed both his hands on her butt, urging her to curl her other leg around his hip, which she did.

"Bedroom it is then."


Five minutes to go.


By the time they'd arrived in the bedroom, all bets were off.

The remainder of their clothing was thrown all over the floor, some of it not even making it to the chaise; like they'd normally do when undressing.

Sam climbed onto the bed; still with Andy swathed around his hips. The minute her head hit the pillow, he went on a southward trail to where her panties where hiding her core.

Slipping his index fingers into the flimsy material, Sam pulled them down her legs before throwing them in the vicinity of the damn chaise.

"What are you going to do?" Andy asked perched up on her elbows watching on, as he pulled her legs apart making room for him.

"What does it look like I'm about to do?" he asked with a raised brow twisting his hands around Andy's thigh, thereby pulling her closer to that wicked mouth of his.

"Oh-my-God!" Andy gasped the second his mouth made contact with her clit. It felt like everything was tightening, the only thing she could focus on was that tongue of Sam's and the sounds of him sucking on her clit.

"You always say that," he mumbled turning his head to kiss and gently bite at her inner thigh.

"Shut up!" she grumbled sitting up to unclasp her bra before flinging it across the room. "And come up here, and give me what I want," Andy threw back at him.

"Yes, ma'am," Sam all but saluted her climbing up her body, his legs on the outside of hers when his mouth descended to hers.

Andy's fingers twisted in his dark mane of hair, coiling her long legs around Sam's muscular waist arching her back against him loving the feeling of his chest hairs tickling her soft breasts.

"Sam..," she whimpered when the friction they were creating, grinding against each other wasn't doing it anymore for her.

"What, McNally?" Sam sucked a nipple into his mouth making her arch her back against him urging him on. She wanted him; there was no question about it.

"Take me," she told him when he held himself rigidly over her using the muscles in his arms to carry his weight, as to not crush her.

"Thought you'd never ask."


The ten minutes are up.

Walking to the sink where the pregnancy stick is placed, Andy takes a deep breath with her eyes closed before picking it up in her hands.

"It's now or never," she breathes before opening her eyes.

'If two pink lines appear in the window, it's positive,' Andy recites from the booklet located on the vanity before letting her eyes take in the pregnancy stick in her hand.

It's positive.


"Detective Nash," Traci's no-nonsense Detective-voice states when she picks up her cell phone.

"It's me," her voice squeaks.

"Andy?" her best friend asks with a concerned tone of voice. "You okay? You sound…I don't know…off..?" Traci tells her frowning.

"No kidding!" she exclaims in complete freak-out mode.

"Calm down," Traci's soothing voice tells her. "Wait..," she says as a light bulb goes off in her head. "You took the test didn't you?" she asks knowing about Andy's suspicions since she'd been with her the other day when she'd bought the pregnancy test.

"Traci!" Andy scolds her best friend. "Is he there?"

"He?" she asks dumbfounded right before yet another light bulb goes off in her head. "Oh, Sam! No, no, he's down in the interrogation room."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Andy tells Traci what the test has just said. But that's not all that she tells her, she also confides in her best friend that she's beyond petrified.

Andy may be a lot of things, but mother material she is not.

"When is your appointment?" Traci asks.

"In an hour," Andy grumbles.

It tears Traci apart that her best friend thinks so little of herself.

It's true, that aside from Leo, Andy hasn't had much experience with children, but she knows that most of her ambivalence towards becoming a mother is stemming from her own mother's absence from her life while growing up.

"You need me to go with you?" she asks.

"No, I'm fine," Andy maintains vehemently.

Sighing, Traci admonishes her best friend like only she can. "I didn't ask you if you were fine, I asked you if you wanted me to go with you to your doctor's appointment," she reminds Andy.

After what seems like several minutes of silence Traci gets her answer.

"Yes."

"Okay," Traci nods her head noticing that Sam is making his way through the bull pen. "And you're sure that you don't want Sam to go with you?"

Picking the positive pregnancy stick up in-between her thumb and middle finger, Andy tells Traci that she needs to make sure first that she is indeed pregnant before telling Sam.


"Ready?" Traci asks when she watches Andy get into her car with a thoughtful look on her face.

"I guess," she shrugs her shoulders grabbing hold of the seatbelt and buckling herself in.

Pulling away from the curb, Traci tells her that everything will be okay. She knows that the look on Andy's face isn't because she doesn't love Sam – quite the opposite.

They have just been through so much these past couple of years, and she imagines that Andy would have liked for it to just be them for at least a little while longer.

"Sam loves you," Traci ends up saying covering Andy's hand with her own on her knee.

Turning her face towards her best friend, she gives Traci the most convincing smile she's seen out of her lately.

"I love him too, Trace. So much."


A/N2: Next up: Andy has some news for Sam.