Hi guys. It seems my updating isn't very frequent or scheduled. I'm sorry about that. This one was a bit difficult to write. I'm not sure why, it just was. I'm trying to focus more on my style of writing. Teachers were always like "more detail." So I tried that. Specifically in the second part. After the … . Yeah! So, heey! New chapter! And I promise I know where I want to go with this, I just have to get there!

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Jules woke up a few hours later. Sleeping four hours at the hospital helped her rest but the comfort of the bed and Sam's smell in the pillows soothed her anxious mind to a more peaceful sleep.

Her hands rested on her stomach while she starred at the ceiling. Why did things have to be so complicated? Why can't Sam be here right now with this baby?

A soft but noticeable growl could be heard from beneath Jules' fingertips. A smile slowly crept to the corners of her lips; not enough for a full smile but enough that her mood lightened and her thoughts drifted past Sam current state. "Hungry now, are we? See, if I didn't know about you, I don't think I would be able to take care of myself right now. I miss your daddy, but we'll get through this. You and I. We'll be there by his side when he wakes up. He's going to love you, don't worry about that. Let's go get you something to eat, that sound okay?"

Her feet softly padded across the carpet down the hall and down the stairs. She directed herself toward the refrigerator for the baby but a paper on the counter caught her attention first.

Jules,

Please eat something.

Call me when you're done. I will drive you.

-Greg

Rumbling could be heard from her stomach again. "Okay, okay. I get it. You're hungry. I really hope you let me sleep when you're born."

She ate a light amount of food. A mango smoothie and toast was all she felt like making.

The idea of Sarge driving her to the hospital wasn't her first option; she didn't want make him go out of his way for her. When she reached for her car keys she noticed they weren't hanging on key rack. That's when she remembered her keys and jeep were still back at SRU headquarters. Either Sarge knew or he was just being polite. Regardless, she felt she owed him.

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Shortly after eating, Jules had called Sarge to pick her up. While in the car they stayed silent. Jules had the conflict of informing her boss of her current predicament and Sarge was waiting for her to start talking. The past hours had been difficult on everyone, especially Jules. And after seeing the pregnancy stick on her nightstand, things defiantly weren't getting any easier even if Sam were to wake up once the medicine wore off.

Now Jules sat in the same uncomfortable spot she occupied earlier next to Sam's bed. The constant beeping resounding next to her helped even out the constant tapping in her right foot. His hand was idly placed near the edge of the bed while her hands constantly fumbled with his fingers. Looking at his pale skin and the tubes connected to various parts of his body, she wondered if he sat in her same position after she was shot and questioned if maybe everything wouldn't be okay; that perhaps they had gotten lucky numerous amounts of times in the past that the short stick may have consequently just been drawn.

What if Sam didn't wake up? How many people actually survived head wounds? Would the little baby growing inside her see a father? Each new question plagued her mind. Each new thought made it harder to breath.

"I'm sorry Sam. Why am I such a mess?"

She looked up at the white, speckled ceiling while taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling.

"I'm sorry. I would blame hormones, but I'm not exactly sure when those go overboard. It's just, I don't know, this is a lot to take in. But, um, you're going to be a father. We're having a baby. I brought the test in case you didn't believe me. It's right here. Hold on." She reached into her purse and blindly felt around as her eyes were filling with tears. Unsure of when she started crying, she didn't bother wiping them from her eyes because she knew they wouldn't be stopping any time soon. Eventually she found the test. It was wrapped in a Kleenex. While she was happy the test was positive, and eventually wouldn't mind others knowing, she didn't want a stick she peed on touching any of the things she constantly needed.

"See Sam, we're going to be a family." She stood up to place the stick on the table next to his head. Her other hand gently caressed the side of his face. "But you have to wake up because this is only one kid and you promised me a big house with a white picket fence, a dog, and 2.5 kids. Don't back out on me now."

Another deep breath was required as she sat back down. Shaky hands gripped the white, plastic handles. Her teeth gnawed lightly on her bottom lip. Brown eyes looked uncertain while she watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. That wasn't done by Sam himself. Amongst other things, breathing had become machine operated. While he looked as if he was just sleeping, the different sounds echoing in the room made it difficult for Jules to believe he would be okay. Something, maybe her gut instinct, was telling her things wouldn't be okay; that no matter how hard she wanted to believe it would be, it just wouldn't.

Her left hand caressed her still unnoticeable stomach as if trying to sooth the churning that had harbored itself there. Swallowing required an extra effort because every time she felt as if her stomach would reject anything and she would be racing to the nearest toilet or trashcan. Morning sickness was ruled out. She hadn't experienced any such symptoms aside from dizziness and an absent period. This she chalked up to nerves; nerves which made stress more apparent in everyday tasks. And stress is never good on an unborn baby.