Sorry for the wait and the typos in this chapter. I tried to finish before I fell asleep. Hope everyone is enjoying reading this as I am writing it!

His heart was racing; head throbbing. Andy wanted to throw up. He felt like he was having a hangover. Boy when a song was written about being drunk on you, the writer wasn't kidding. He sat down on a bench in the court yard of the hospital. He dipped his head into his hands. Then he pushed his head through his hands so his fingers could go through his hair. Flynn pulled his hands back. He looked at them. They had wrinkles; old hands from hard working. He rubbed his fingers. The usually roughness was gone. They were clammy which meant he was nervous.

Never to the day did he think he would have a second chance at being a father. His ex-wife convinced him he wasn't cut out for the job. Maybe she was right for once. Andy didn't want to fail another child. He also didn't want to fail Sharon. She meant everything to him. He loved her very much.

Provenza was standing at a fair distance. He pulled up to the front row parking about two minutes ago. Louie was only there to help get them home. He saw Andy sitting on the bench with a slight frantic look on his face. He slowly walked pass the fountain, and moved out of the way of a jogger. His pace picked up a little when he noticed he was walking too slowly. Before he came to a stop, about three feet away from his destination, Andy stopped him. He jumped up and pointed a finger at his best friend/ partner. "Don't you dare get closer."

"What this hell is wrong with you? I haven't done anything!"

"You didn't tell me."

"Tell you what…"Then he realized Andy was talking about the pregnancy. "You never told me you were sleeping with her!" Flynn was starting to pace and bite his nails. "Look the point is, it wasn't any of my business. She was crying and it slipped. Sharon didn't mean to say it-"

"Oh, so it's Sharon now. Not the wicked witch? "Andy was getting angrier and the conversation was getting uglier. Obviously as the seconds pasted his comebacks were becoming more childish.

"What the hell has gotten into you? Where is she anyway?" Provenza looked around. She wasn't anywhere to be seen. Andy stopped and caved into a guilty look. Louie become conscious of what his partner might have done. "What did you do to her?"

"Why do you care?"

"Why do I care? Because she is probably the last person on this earth that will love and care for you unlike some people who have cheated on and lied to you. She's your greatest strength yet your worst weakness. For God sakes, she is giving you a second chance to become a father. Don't screw up this time lord knows you've done many times before" The speech took a second to make Andy aware how badly he screwed up this time. He sat down again, and Provenza did the same. "Now what did you do to her?"

"I did screw up. I was questioning her. Accusing her of hiding things from me. Things she clearly never did. God, would she ever forgive me."

"For being an ass or knocking her up?" Louie jokingly said followed by his own sound of laughter.

Andy gave him a glare. "I'm serious."

"So am I. There is only one way to find out." Flynn looked at his partner. He thanked him for the talk without speaking.

He came back up the elevator, and went to his room. He knocked on the door twice but she never answered. Andy slowly crept in aware not to make too much noise. Flynn saw her lying in the bed fast asleep. She looked like angle for the most part. The runny make up made him feel like an ass. He shouldn't have been angry at her like that. Sharon turned to lie on her back, but she didn't wake up though. Her hair was tousled. She looked like a hot mess. Her hands slid slowly up to her belly and back down in her sleep.

He looked at it. It looked like a hill growing on her stomach. Andy looked back at her to make sure she was in deep sleep. Flynn sluggishly moved his hand toward the hill. Sharon stirred a little, and he pulled his hand back swiftly. When she stopped, he began to reach out again. Andy gently set his hand on her belly. It was soft unlike last time. Last time it was as hard as a rock. Maybe it only felt that way because he only touched it for a moment before he became pissed at Sharon for no reason.

All he could see was visions of happiness with his family. Sharon, their child, and himself were going to a family; the one he was never given a chance to have. If they had a son, Andy could see it now. Him being a momma's boy, playing baseball with dad, and helping them both when Sharon and he got too old. If they had a daughter, she'd be a daddy's girl. She would love to shop or do whatever girls do with their moms. Their daughter would have her mom's looks and intelligence also attitude, or their son would have his dad's handsome looks and boldness and hopefully his mother's intellect.

Andy caressed it for a while before he realized what he was going to Sharon before he flat lined. What would be a better make-up present than this? He looked at his watch to check the time. It read almost six o'clock. Flynn needed to wake her, but he didn't want to deprive her of the sleep she desperately needed. He did it anyway.

"Sharon, wake up. We should get going before it gets dark." Andy moderately shook her on her shoulder. As she began to stir, he rubbed her forehead and smiled like the joker.

"What?" She spoke softly as she continued to rub the bridge of her nose and eyes.

"Nothing it's just we should turn these papers in and go to dinner." Sharon looked at him in a slight confusion.

"Honey, shouldn't you be taking it easy. You've only been up for full hours for a few days." She said to keep him aware of his situation.

"True, but it's only dinner. What could it hurt?" Andy still had a smug grin. His idea was crazy, but hopefully worth it.

"Ok…" She agreed to go along with whatever he was planning on doing.

"Good, but first we need to stop by the house. We need to drop off these bags, take a shower and change.

"I couldn't agree more."

He helped her off the bed and fixed the bed. Andy then finished packing and grabbed the bag. Sharon started to walk in front of him to leave when he grabbed her by the arm, and spun her around to face him. She was so close to him; he could feel her breathing. He kissed her. Although it may have looked like nothing to people, it meant everything to them. It was a symbol of the words that were never spoken, heard but never listened to. It meant love. They love they had for each other and their baby.

They hooked hands and walked out the hospital doors.

In your opinion, should I leave this story completely or start a sequel? I'm so conflicted.