I can't believe I'm already posting the epilogue. It feels like yesterday that posted the first chapter. Thank you all SO much for your support and wonderful reviews in the past month or so. I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Again, I can't thank you enough. I hope you enjoy the final chapter of the story.

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"I don't know why you're so upset about this, Andy," Sam whispered calmly, holding her tight around her waist and running his hand slowly up and down her back. "Everything's gonna be fine."

She wriggled out of his hold and shoved his shoulders back. "You don't know that," she replied through broken sobs. "You really don't."

"Yes," he assured her confidently. "I really do. There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise."

"Yeah of course you can say that"

He reached for her and she quickly shoved his hand away. "Andy," he started, sympathetically.

"Please don't touch me right now, Sam. Can you just back off?" she cried angrily.

"Okay, okay. I'm not touching you." He threw his hands in the air and took a step backwards. "Can we just sit down and talk about this? Please?"

She looked up and immediately saw the hurt in his eyes. She visibly softened but couldn't back down completely. "I don't want to sit down and I don't want to talk. I just want to be alone right now," she choked, crossing her arms. She shook her head and quickly turned walk to into the bedroom.

He gave her a solid ten minutes to calm down before he knocked on the door and slowly pushed it open. He felt a twinge of nervousness in his stomach when he saw her lying in their bed. She was facing away from the door making it tough for him to tell if she was still crying. She lay on her side, hugging a pillow with her legs curled up. She had their framed wedding photo in her hand from the year before.

He hadn't seen her upset like this in a long time. Truthfully, it was one of the rare times when he didn't know how to make her feel better, especially because he didn't understand why she was so upset.

"Andy?" he called softly from the doorway. When she didn't answer him, he tiptoed over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "You okay?"

Eventually, she rolled over and looked up at him with her swollen, red-rimmed eyes. She opened her mouth for a split second to speak, but quickly closed it again before sniffling and rolling back onto her side.

He wanted to say something, preferably something that would fix the entire situation, but it wasn't something that could be fixed, exactly. He warily lay down behind her and put his arm around her waist, slowly tugging her closer to him. At first she stiffened and then shifted around to push his arm away, but he ignored it and finally felt her sigh in defeat. He hugged her tighter against his chest and tangled his legs with hers. He began rubbing soothing patterns on her stomach and whispered into her ear, assuring her that everything would be fine.

A few minutes later, she acknowledged that he was there. She gently ran her fingertips up and down the arm that was resting on her waist before placing her hand on top of his and giving it a soft squeeze. "What if I'm a bad mom?" Her voice sounded raspy and exhausted, as if she had been crying for hours.

Andy had taken two pregnancy tests that morning while Sam was out running errands. She hadn't even considered it to be a possibility until she realized she was two weeks late. They were careful most of the time, but Andy had run out of birth control pills before they went away for the long weekend and didn't bother to get a refill for a few days after.

Initially, she had been somewhat excited at the thought of having a baby but once she saw that the test was positive, she panicked. When she shared the news with Sam, he was overjoyed, which only made her feel guilty and more upset. Part of her wanted him to be as scared as she was, just so she wouldn't feel alone. She couldn't help but think that people are supposed to be happy when they find out they're pregnant, which only caused her to continue to spiral into ball of stress.

How could she possibly take care of a child like a good mother would, when she never got to experience what it would be like? A good mother doesn't walk away from her family and erase them from her life, she told herself, they just don't. She was terrified at the thought that she might not love her child the way it would deserve to be loved. How can you have maternal instincts when your mother didn't?

He sighed and gently touched his lips to her neck. "Is that why you're so upset? Because you think you won't be a good mother?" he said carefully.

She flipped over to look at him, resting her head on his arm. "What if it's genetic? What if I'm destined to be a bad mother because I had a bad mother?" she asked softly, furrowing her eyebrows in concern.

He brushed her bangs off of her face and ran his hand up and down the side of her back gently, something he had always done when he wanted to calm her down. "It's not genetic, Andy," he replied confidently. "And you are not your mother."

She sniffled. "I know that. I'm just scared, Sam. What if I can't do this? What if I can't be everything that our baby needs? Look how hard it's been for Traci and Noelle."

"We'll do it together. I'll be here for you and I'll be here for our kid. We'll make it."

"But what if we can't? We already have a hundred different bills to pay every month. We're still paying off the car and the renovations. Do you have any idea how much a baby costs?"

"Andy." He quickly cut her off, trying not to grin at her nervous babbling. "We're fine, okay? Listen to me. Yes, there are probably going to be nights when we want to tear each other's heads off because we haven't slept in weeks. Yes, we'll go months without a minute to ourselves and we'll constantly have baby puke on our shirts. And we'll probably get so mad at the stupid car seat that we'll want to throw it out the window," he chuckled, cupping her face with his hand and running his thumb along her jaw. "But I promise you, we're going to love this baby and he or she is going to be the best thing we've ever done."

Truthfully, Sam wasn't nearly as sure of anything as he attempted to sound but at the moment, Andy didn't need to hear any hesitance from him or anyone else. He had no doubt in his mind that Andy was going to be an amazing mother, despite what kind of mother she grew up with. In fact, he was positive that she would do everything in her power to be the opposite of anything her own mother was.

He had heard stories from Oliver, more times than he could count, about the situations he had mentioned to Andy. Oliver came to work for about five years with spit-up on his clothes and massive bags under his eyes. But, regardless of his appearance, Oliver had always told him that it was completely worth it.

Sam was extremely happy that he was going to be a father. His own father hadn't been around when he was a kid as he spent most of his time in prison. He vowed from the second he found out Andy was pregnant that he was going to be there for everything. He'd be there for every soccer game and every Christmas recital. He'd be there for the first steps and the first day of school. He wanted to experience everything his Dad was never around to see and more.

Her eyes had begun to well up with tears as she nodded. She lifted her head up and kissed his lips lightly. "I love you, so much," she told him sincerely. "You're gonna be such a great Dad. This baby is going to adore you."

He smiled. "Now you're making me anxious," he admitted, quickly thinking about what kind of role model he would have to become. "You're gonna be an amazing mom, Andy, I know it. And we'll make up the rest as we go."

The corners of her lips slowly lifted into a half-smile. "I'm really sorry for being such a bitch to you earlier," she apologized. She really hadn't meant to take her frustrations out on him; he was simply the easiest target.

"I might have to get used to that. Oliver warned me about the hormones," he laughed as she scowled at him.

Andy wriggled out of his arms and sat up. She started to shuffle to the edge of the bed until she felt his hand grip onto her arm. "What are you doing?"

"Calling some people to…"

"No you're not," he smiled, reaching for her.

"Sam!" she shrieked. He got an arm around her waist and yanked her back over towards him to trap her underneath him, resting on his forearms overtop of her. "Saaam," she almost whined, putting her hands on his chest. "I need to tell my Dad and I need to tell Traci."

Sam shook his head and grinned. "No you don't," he told her smugly as he licked his bottom lip and lowered his face closer to hers.

"Do people have sex when they're pregnant? Isn't that weird?" she asked as he began leaving a warm trail of kisses down her neck.

"I don't know. But if you think we're not having sex for the next eight months, you're crazy," he muttered, in between kisses. "And you'd never last that long."

"Right," she replied sarcastically, gently grabbing a fistful of his thick hair and tugging him up from his focus on her collarbone. "You better enjoy this now, because when my feet swell three sizes and I feel like a whale, this won't be happening."

He smiled and lowered his lips down to meet hers.

"Come on, sweetheart, you can do this," Sam said calmly, standing beside her hospital bed and holding one of her hands and one of her knees. "Push!"

"The head is crowning. One more big push and the baby will out, Andy," the doctor told her.

Andy took a deep breath and pushed; face reddening as she bore down. She had a death grip on Sam's hand that he was sure was going to cause an injury at some point, but he didn't mind. Andy had been in labor for the past fifteen hours and he was extremely eager to meet the newest addition to their family. She went into labour while Sam was at the station, only a couple hours away from finishing up his shift.

"I warned him man, I swear. It's not my fault he wanted to play against us," Sam laughed. "Epstein's a smart kid but five years on the job and he still hasn't learned anything about poker night."

Jerry laughed and shook his head. "Just take it easy on him, I know it feels to lose an entire paycheck."

"Swarek!" Frank called from his office. "Tommy McNally has been trying to reach you."

Sam quickly shot up out of his chair, instantly feeling his heart jump into his throat. He felt around in his pockets for his cell phone before realizing he didn't have it with him. "What's going on?"

"It's alright, calm down, everything's fine," Frank smiled sympathetically. He had been through it before with his now two-year-old daughter and knew the anxiety that arose when it came to your very pregnant wife. "She's in labor. Tommy's got her and he's bringing her to the hospital. It could take hours, so stay calm..."

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before Sam had started jogging to the locker room. "Thanks Frank!" he called out over his shoulder. Sam quickly changed out of his uniform and into his street clothes, not bothering to shower. There were many things he would take his time for, but he knew that he would certainly not be missing the birth of his child. He exited the locker room and headed for the parking lot, stopping only to shake a few other officers' hands who had wished them both the best of luck with the birth.

"Sam!" He heard from behind him just as he was about to climb into his truck. "I think you're going to need these, brother."

Sam looked down and saw the keys to his truck dangling from Oliver's fingers. He chuckled and reached over to grab them. "I'm a mess right now," he said honestly, shaking his head.

Oliver reached in and gave Sam's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Don't worry about it. The first time Zoe went into labor, it was in the middle of the night and I got down to the end of the street before I realized I wasn't wearing pants," he laughed. "Listen… good luck alright?"

Sam smiled and thanked him. He turned on the truck and sped out of the parking lot to head for the hospital.

Sam let go of her hand and moved to the end of the bed just as the doctor pulled the baby out.

"It's a boy!" the doctor announced.

"Oh my god!" Andy screamed. She immediately began crying as looked down at him being placed on her chest. "Hi, sweetie," she cried joyfully. Her emotions had gone haywire. Rushes of happiness and love and ecstasy jolted into her the second she saw his squishy little face. This was a tiny bundle of her and Sam, together. She couldn't believe the love she felt for Sam in that moment, looking at the little boy he helped her create.

Sam reached over to carefully cut the umbilical cord and just after, the baby was taken to be weighed and checked by the doctors.

"I love you." Sam grinned, pushing her hair back and cupping her face to tilt her head up. He began planting kisses all over her face and whispering so only she could hear him. "You're amazing. He's beautiful, honey, he's so beautiful."

"He's perfect, Sam." Andy wept, trying to catch her breath as she began wiping the tears from under her eyes. He leaned in to kiss her once more before walking over to take pictures.

Sam reached into the hospital crib and very lightly petted his tiny hand. "Hi, Mason," His voice cracked. "Welcome to the world, little man."

When the doctor handed Mason to Sam, he blinked back tears. He walked back over to Andy, not able to take his eyes off of their son. He handed Mason to Andy and sat down on the bed beside them as she cooed at him.

"Is he the most perfect baby you've ever seen or what?" she giggled, gazing up at him and noticing his glossy eyes.

Sam nodded in agreement. Mason truly was the most precious baby Sam had ever laid eyes on. Of course he loved his niece and nephew and was elated the first time he held them, but this was different. This was his son. He had never felt something so strong and so quickly for a child. A few years before, he didn't even know if he would have children but seeing Andy with their son made him wonder why they hadn't had a baby sooner. He leaned down and lightly kissed Mason's forehead, smoothing his hair down with his fingertips. He was absolutely smitten.

Sam jogged to the waiting room minutes later, just a few doors down from where Andy was. "He's here!" Sam announced. The room was packed full of family and friends. There was a quick cheer and multiple hugs and handshakes passed around the room at the news.

"He's beautiful. He's, uh, seven pounds, little bit of dark hair, great set of lungs." Sam beamed, eliciting more cheering and clapping, along with some awe's from the women in the room.

He glanced around the room and caught Sarah's eyes. She had clearly begun crying at the news. He walked towards her with open arms and she hugged him tight. "Congratulations, Daddy," she said softly, into his ear. Sam just shook his head in disbelief to thank her as he quickly felt himself getting emotional again.

Oliver made his way through the waiting room to pass his on good wishes on to Sam. He cut in just as Sam was being congratulated by Chris and Gail. "It's a boy? God help us all. I don't know if this planet can handle another Swarek," Oliver scorned, shaking Sam's hand and pulling him into a hug. "Congratulations, brother."

"Thanks, brother." Sam responded cheerfully. He shook his head. "I get it now, man. I totally get it, this whole Dad thing."

Oliver laughed. "I know you do. I knew you'd go nuts over something like this. It's pretty wild." he said enthusiastically.

Sam was beaming. "Wild doesn't even begin to cover it. He was born what? Fifteen minutes ago?" he said more seriously, lowering his voice. "I would do absolutely anything for that baby, anything."

Oliver nodded and smiled, giving him a friendly smack on the back. "Go on; get back to your wife and kid," Oliver motioned with a nod. "Oh, and Sam? Keep him away from daughters, you hear me?"

Sam grinned and turned to head back to Andy's room.

When he walked back through the door, it was just Andy and Mason left in the room. She lay on the bed while she fed him. Sam immediately started blinking back tears again as he saw how thrilled, and exhausted, Andy was. When Mason began to fuss, Sam was immediately awaken from his daze and walked over to the bed to kiss Andy's forehead.

"You want to hold him, honey?" She smiled.

Sam nodded and reached down to pick him up. Sam began rocking him back and forth gently, quickly stopping the newborn's cries. "Hey little guy," Sam whispered, quickly glancing up at Andy. "How did we create such a cute human being?"

She shook her head drowsily, giving him a half smile. "I really don't know. Come here and sit down. I miss him already."

"Oh, I see I'm at the bottom of the food chain now," he replied, sarcastically, sitting down beside her on the bed and putting their baby in between them. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. "You should get some sleep, Andy. Do you need anything?"

"Mmm," she replied, letting her eyes close.

He turned to kiss the top of her head. "Hey, didn't I tell you everything would be okay?"

She nodded. "All I need is you two. I'd live in a shack, Sam," she mumbled. It wasn't until she saw Mason that she completely understood what being a mother meant. She couldn't help but think of her own mother during the pregnancy, but now that Mason was there, her mother barely had entered her mind. Long ago, Andy had vowed to be different than she was, but now, she could guarantee she would be different. She would die before she ever left her baby's side. She would never do to him what her mother did to her. Mason's birth had been the biggest push in the right direction for Andy. For the first time in in almost twenty years, she felt like she could truly move on.

Sam couldn't help but grin as he looked down at their sleeping son. "Andy?"

"Hmm?"

"Let's have another one."

She smirked as she cuddled closer to him and quickly drifted off to sleep, at least for a few minutes.