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So, Sam and Andy hit the road again…

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5 hours and 200 kilometers later, Sam and Andy were walking back to their parked car, hands laden with bags of clothes they had just bought.

For Sam, the experience of shopping with a woman's eye at him all the time was more than stressful, but he thought he managed to keep his cool, although he nearly snapped at her when she made him try new colors on, which were not his usual Black, Grey or Bordeaux. She also made him buy a couple of work pants and buttoned tops, and allowed him only two pairs of jeans. On the bright side, she did let him choose his own underwear and socks.

Andy didn't get many cloths for herself, as she knew she'll soon need a new wardrobe anyway.

Next on their list was the drug store, which Andy would have been glad to skip but Sam dragged her in, and made her buy the vitamins his sister prescribed, as well as all the soaps, shampoos and creams they needed. They also found one suitcase to hold all their belongings so they will pass as newlyweds on their honeymoon.

From there they headed straight to a motel for a long over night rest. Sam located an Italian restaurant on the way, and they stopped to take a takeout meal. When they got to a motel they had a picnic on the floor as there was no table in the room, being able to stretch their limbs at all directions.

When they were done, Andy pulled her notebook and pens from her bag and started writing. Sam picked up the trash and set on the armchair, intrigued by her feverish writing, as if she was driven by some demon. He decided to let it go, and kept playing with his phone, trying to download all the apps he had on his former one using the free wi-fi the motel had.

"Sam?"

"Uh?"

"If you were not a cop, what would you have been?"

"Is this one of your 'what tree would I be' quizzes, Andy?" he flashed his dimples at her. She threw one of the pillows at him in reply.

"I mean it, Sam. See, I think we already spent a major part of the money we have in our wallets, and I don't know how much is in the envelope Boyde gave you. We have to assume that one day all the money will be gone, and we cannot rely on the force to keep giving us paychecks forever if we're not working. We also don't know if we'll be able to get the money transferred to us regularly. So we need to decide how to get our own money. We both need to get a job."

Sam bit his lips. Once again – Andy was the calculated one, and kept being one step ahead. "I don't know, McNally" using her last name made him feel weird for the first time in several months. Saying 'Andy' felt so much better now.

"When you were undercover, what jobs did you usually take?"

"At my first UC I was a Zamboni driver. Then I was a bartender, a laundromat guy, a warehouse carrier, a truck driver and a delivery guy. Does that help? In most of them I wasn't really doing the job I was paid for, but rather what the big bad boss told me to do at all hours of the day. I don't think THAT will qualify on a CV. What about you, Andy? What did you want to do if you were not a cop?"

"I never thought that I will not be a cop. I was thinking about it now, and I think maybe I'll find a job in insurance, but I don't' think it will be very interesting. So maybe I'll apply for a pre-K teacher job. I mean, I could do that for a while, until I'll be too big to move around, and then my precious husband will take care of me, right?" She winked at him.

Andy left her notebook on the bed and went to brush her teeth. When she came out of the bath Sam was on the phone, telling Sarah they're heading to Timmins, and she gave him a name of a friend OB/GYN she'll talk to and set an appointment for Andy in two days. Sam wrote the name and number in Andy's book, and then hang up.

As Andy overheard most of the conversation, Sam didn't feel the need to share.

"Will you come with me to that doctor?" She asked as she was climbing up the bed, covering herself with the blankets, the uncertainty in her voice made him quiver.

"I don't think so. It's kind of a womanly privet meeting, isn't it? And I am your TO…"

"Sam, you said this morning you wish to be my husband. Unless I got the whole 'ring on your finger' thing wrong. And going with your wife to her first sonar is kind of a big thing for husbands nowadays."

"Andy, please. Don't. I can't. Just Can't."

"Can't or Won't?"

No answer came from Sam's direction.

Andy laid her head on the pillow and curled on herself. Sam grabbed the pillow she previously threw at him from the floor and headed again to the only arm-chair in the room. He heard her sobbing, and it tore his heart away.

"Sam, can you please come? I need a friend now. If I was home I would call Traci over, and make her hug me and whisper in my ears that it will all be fine until I fall asleep. Do you think you could maybe do that? I must have someone with me right now. I don't think I'll make it through the night alone. It's just so hard right now."

Sam thought about it for only a minute, and he realized his rookie needed him and she was calling him for help. No matter what, he had to back his partner up. So he grabbed the pillow and slowly walked to the bed, lying down at the opposite end from Andy's and reaching his arm to gently stroke her forearm. Something was stirring in his guts. As much as he respected Andy's decisions in this matter, there was something that nagged him since they heard about the pregnancy a couple of days ago, and he had to ask.

"What about Callaghan?"

"What about him? He broke up with me the night before all this started. He doesn't care about me. And he definitely will not come to my side if I said I needed a friend."

All this was new to Sam. He didn't know they officially broke off, he thought it was just a phase or something. And it still didn't answer his question.

"Why not tell him about the baby? Maybe this will change some things. I mean, he should be the one with you in that room, hearing the heartbeat for the first time, not me."

Andy's answer came after a couple of minutes' thought. He could feel something was bothering her, but he could not tell what. She was biting her lower lip nervously.

"Will you come with me to the doctor's as a friend, not a husband? I don't want to be in there all alone."

Again, not answering the question.

Sam decided to give her a direct answer. "Andy, ever since I was a little boy I was told that the first time you hear the heartbeat is very special. specifically speaking – your first born's heartbeat. And I've always hoped that one day I will get to hear that. If you want, I can come as your friend and wait outside while the doctor is giving you the test, but don't ask me to go in there and pretend to be your husband and the father of this child. I want to save this for my own child one day."

"So why did you offer to be this child's father as long as we're undercover? You thought you won't have to help me while pregnant? To support me no matter what? What's the point in pitying me and putting this whole charade if you're not playing by the rules? Ah, I forgot. You play by your rules. So here, take your ring and I don't need any favors from you." By now she was sitting up, tearing the ring off her finger, and tossing it at him then throwing herself back on the pillow.

Sam was insulted to the depths of his soul. He had no idea Andy thought he pitied her. He himself didn't know that till now.

"Andy, can we please start this talk all over again? I don't' think you understood me. Andy, please?"

Andy's sobs were loud for a moment, and then started to cool down. Without lifting her head she said he can now start talking.

"Andy, look at me, please."

Reluctantly she turned her head on the pillow to face his side of the bed. She saw him tweaking the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, and she knew he was searching for the right words.

"This is me, Andy. This mess, this not knowing how to say what I know I should say and what I want to say. This is me Andy – messy."

"When I gave you the ring this morning, I thought about the future. I thought about what will happen in 6, 7, 8 months – whatever the timeframe is. I thought about the present, too, in terms of getting a house together and acting like a couple for the neighbors to see. I did not think about the process of the pregnancy. This, to me, is entirely yours – and by that I mean you and Luke. I cannot go into the doctor's office and pretend to be the baby's father. I just can't and I already told you why."

"Then don't"

"Don't what? You really want to get a place for yourself all alone? You really want to raise a child single-handedly? Look at Traci, Andy. Look at her, and tell me this is the life you choose for yourself." He looked at her, his eyes wide opened, expecting her to diverse the conversation to how good a mother Traci actually is.

"I meant don't pretend. You can go to the doctor's and see the sonar, and not pretend that this is your child, because it is."

A/N: I know some of you already guessed it, and some wished for it. This was really inevitable.

And this is how this story turns to another chapter...