Disclaimer: Don't own Rookie Blue.
A.N. Thanks for all the reviews/alerts/favorites!
As for the medical stuff that takes place in this chapter - I'm not a medical professional and thankful nothing even remotely similar has happened to anyone I know. I did do a little research but all medical mistakes are my own (so please, don't assume that because I wrote it, it is reality). As for the baby comments - that is really beyond my realm so no, Andy is not pregnant. She was tired because Sam was coming home late every night and she waited until she was sure he was safely at home before she was able to sleep...and she has an active little boy.
Had to throw in a Flashpoint reference...
The second flashback, the paragraph before (well, most of it) and the line right after were the inspiration for this story. It was the first part of the story that I wrote, which is ironic because now this chapter feels more like a filler chapter to get to the next part of the story.
For those of you who are going to comment about my choice in name - I wrote this after 3.09/3.10 and seriously, it was probably the first thought of many writers who write future ficts...I know that it has been used before.
Hope you enjoy!
Hauntingly Familiar Chapter Three:
"Surgery went well. She's in recovery now. We hope to move her into the ICU within an hour."
"Can we see her?" He needed to see his wife, needed to be able to touch her, to know that she was still breathing.
"Family only, when she is moved to the ICU...but I'm sorry, you won't be able to bring your son in."
Sam nodded. "Thank you."
The doctor turned away and Sam looked at Tommy. "You should tell them son," the older man replied to the silent question.
Sam looked at Frank. "She's in recovery and they hope to have her in the ICU within an hour."
"Family only?" Frank asked.
Sam nodded.
"Okay. I'll tell everyone to clear out. Keep me posted."
As Frank started to make his rounds, Sam sat down in a chair, carefully cradling his son, and drifted back into his walk down memory lane.
Flashback
A few weeks after Andy informed him that she was pregnant, they were lying on their bed. It was late but neither one was attempting to sleep. Sam had one hand spread out on her stomach, tracing patterns, while he used his other hand to support his weight so he could see her. She was flat on her back, watching him. "What're you thinking about?"
Sam met her gaze. "Getting married."
A small smile played on her lips. "Oh?"
"Yeah. You're the bride, I want this day to be your day. Whatever you want."
"Sam...I don't need anything big and glamorous. I don't want anything big and glamorous. I just want our family and close friends."
Sam nodded. "If that's what you really want."
Andy glared at him. "Would I say it if I didn't really want it?" She bit her lip for a second. "Can we just do something casual?"
"Meaning what?"
"Get married and then instead of a reception have a barbeque here with all of our friends."
Sam grinned. "And that gives us more money for the honeymoon." He had an idea of where he wanted to take her and convinced her to let him surprise her.
Andy nodded. "C'mon, one hint."
"Nope." He fell silent, tracing his hand over her stomach. "Maybe we should tell them," he said after a few minutes.
"Sam?" She didn't understand what he was talking about.
"About the baby. You know, at the wedding we can share our news."
"No!"
"Andy..."
"No. Number one, they just did that on a TV Show so it is cheesy to do it now. And number two, I'm not ready to tell people yet. Give me some time."
Sam sighed. "Andy, your job is dangerous. You can't not tell people."
Andy rolled her eyes. "I know my job can be dangerous. That is why I told Nick and Frank. Sam, after the first trimester I will tell people. Right now, this stays a secret. No one is being told yet." She looked serious. "End of discussion!" she said quickly before he could protest. She leaned in and kissed him, effectively halting the conversation.
End Flashback
Nick waited for almost everyone to clear out before approaching and interrupting Sam's memories. "Sam, let me take him for the night."
"No. It's -"
"Sam, listen," Nick interrupted. "This way both of you," Nick nodded towards Tommy, "can stay in the room with Andy. It's not like he's never slept at my place before."
"Not without Andy."
Nick rolled his eyes. "He'll be fine, he sleeps through the night. And if he wakes up, I'll call you and bring him back." Before Sam could say anything, Nick moved into Sam's personal space and touched the boy's back. "Hey little man."
"Sleepy Uncle Nick," was the whiny reply.
"I know. Your Daddy has to stay here. Do you want to come with me to my house so you can sleep in a bed?"
The boy lifted his head and stretched his hands to Nick.
Sam passed his son over and then handed Andy's jacket over to Nick. "Put this near him. He's in a 'Mommy' phase right now, if he wakes up, the jacket might be enough to get him back to sleep."
Nick nodded and left, cradling the sleeping child in his arms.
Within the hour, a nurse came to find Tommy and Sam. She led them to a room and told them that the doctor would be in shortly.
Sam's breath caught in his throat as he looked at Andy. With the exception of the IV, she looked like she was sleeping.
The doctor walked in a minute later. "Your wife is a fighter Detective."
Sam smiled. He recognized the doctor from some of the cases he had worked on. "When will she..." he trailed off, not really knowing what exactly he needed to be asking.
"She'll wake in a couple of hours. She might be in a lot of pain, we want to assess her pain levels before we give her anything else. Surgery went well and I expect that she'll make a full recovery. Looking at her medical records, she'll probably look at my time table for recovery and speed it up."
Tommy chuckled. He knew that if the doctor said four weeks for recovery, Andy would do it in three. She had that determination to prove doctors wrong from the first time she broke her arm trying to climb a tree at the tender age of four.
Sam nodded and stepped out to text Nick and Adam as Tommy grabbed a chair.
When he returned, he leaned against the doorway, watching her. He remembered the last time she was on a similar bed, he couldn't believe it had been over four years already and how different the circumstances were.
Flashback
He exited the bathroom to find her eyes on him and quickly made his way over to the bed. "Hey sweetheart."
She smiled at him as he bent over to plant a soft kiss on her lips. "Hi."
"How are you feeling?" He couldn't help but ask.
"Good." She glanced down for a second before softly admitting, "exhausted."
Sam smirked as she met his eye again. "Well, that's understandable. It's been a long day."
Andy nodded. "But totally worth it." She glanced down again at the small bundle in her arms. "Right little man?"
Sam kissed her forehead. "Yes it is."
Andy took a deep breath and then looked up at him again. "A baby needs a name Sam," she said softly, biting her lip.
Sam nodded. They had decided not to find out if the baby was a boy or girl and since Andy gave birth three weeks early, they didn't exactly have a plan. He saw the gears turning in her mind. "What are you thinking of?"
She sighed and refused to meet his eye. "I just, I mean, I, he probably would have been the baby's godfather and I think it would be a fitting tribute to who he was. But if you think it's too soon or you're not ready, I totally understand and I won't be upset, I just, I don't -"
"Andy!" He cut her off, knowing that she would be rambling for a while otherwise. "You're rambling but I think I follow your train of thought." He kissed her softly. "I like it. Do you think Traci will be okay with it?"
Andy nodded. She would never tell him that she had mentioned it to Traci once, early on in her pregnancy, and after crying, Traci had told her to let Sam decide but she was happy that it was a possibility.
"Then I think we have a name."
Andy looked down to stroke her son's cheek. "Hey Jer-Jer. Mommy and Daddy are so happy to finally meet you."
Sam chuckled and she looked up. "Nickname before you refer to him by his given name? Only you McNally."
Andy ducked her eyes and kissed her son's forehead. "Don't listen to Daddy Jerry. He likes to tease Mommy." She yawned.
Sam rolled his eyes as she spoke to their son but his features morphed to concern with her yawn. He reached out and took Jerry from her. "Sleep," he said softly.
"Okay." She watched Sam rock their son for a few minutes before her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing evened out.
He continued to rock his son, taking his eyes off of his sleeping wife to look at the tiny human within his arms, his son. He couldn't believe that she wanted to name their son after his best friend. It was a fitting tribute to Jerry.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a soft knock on the door. He wondered who it was. Claire had been there for labor and delivery (Andy had insisted - turned out to be a great decision even though he had been against it originally; especially when there was a medical emergency and the doctor ran out - Claire realized that Andy needed to start pushing and practically coached Andy through the whole thing while a nurse located the doctor), but left shortly after Andy was settled in her room. She and Tommy still didn't see eye-to-eye. All of their other friends were either in the waiting room or on shift.
Sam opened the door and saw Tommy. "Come in," he said softly.
Tommy stepped in, eyes immediately on his daughter. ""How is she?"
"Sleeping, exhausted, but really happy." He shifted the baby. "Here, meet your grandson." He passed the boy over to his father-in-law.
Tommy took his grandson. "When's the last time you closed your eyes Sam?"
Sam sighed. "Over twenty-four hours ago, I think. I honestly can't remember right now." He had been on shift and got home to find his wife in labor. She had said that it wasn't so bad and they didn't have to go to the hospital yet but he had stayed up with her, afraid to leave her alone when she was clearly in pain.
Tommy nodded thoughtfully. "You need to sleep son."
He shook his head. "I need to be here."
Tommy smiled. Sam and Andy had had their fair share of ups and down as a couple but his son-in-law was putting the needs of his daughter first. "So stay. I spoke to her doctor, she said I could take the baby to the visiting room. Most of your friends are there but it looks like Andy is not up for company."
Sam nodded in agreement. He knew Traci and Sarah were waiting, his son was in good hands.
He pulled up a chair and sat, letting his head rest next to her hand.
End Flashback
He pulled up a chair. Only this time, he wouldn't fall asleep.
A.N. Sorry that this chapter is a little shorter...I struggled to decide where to cut it. Next chapter is when Andy wakes up.
I think I know where I'm going up until a certain point and then I'm debating between two ideas. If anyone has time to be a "beta reader" and just let me bounce some ideas, please let me know through a PM or review.
Reviews make my day...and encourage me to write/edit faster (most of the next chapter is already written, it just needs to be edited) so let me know what you think.
