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Chapter 11: On Bad Indian Food and Being Careful

"Sam," Andy said, nauseated, "You've got to pull over."

Sam looked over at her, concerned. "Again?" He asked, pulling over onto the shoulder.

She nodded and was able to get her door open before leaning out of the car and throwing up on the side of the road. Sam winced at the sound, but leaned across the squad car to rub a comforting hand up and down her back.

"I wish you would have just stayed at home," he told her when it seemed like she was finished. "You're sick."

"No, I feel fine now." Andy shook her head, coughing once more before spitting on the ground. He handed her a water bottle and she took a sip, swishing it around in her mouth before spitting it out. "Its probably just something I ate."

"That's it," Sam said, irritated. "I swear, we are never eating at a restaurant whose name I can't pronounce again, period. I don't know why I ever let you talk me into getting Indian food…"

Sam continued to ramble on about having to eat with his hands as he pulled back onto the street, but Andy immediately fixated on one word. "Oh God," she mumbled to herself. She flipped her phone open and quickly checked the calendar. "Oh no."

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, not really paying attention.

"Sam," Andy said, flipping her phone closed and squeezing her eyes shut, a headache suddenly developing. "I'm late."

"That's the great thing about being coppers, McNally, people wait on us." He turned to grin at her but stopped short at the look on her face.

"No," Andy explained, "I mean, I'm late… late."

"Oh. OH," Sam's eyes widened in understanding. He paused for a moment before asking, "Like just a couple days or…?"

Andy shook her head. "No, I've only had that one since we've been together. Remember?"

Sam smirked, "How could I forget?" He had planned a romantic evening for Andy, hoping to make their first time together special… only to have it shot to hell when she'd kindly informed him that there was no way he was getting anywhere near her that night.

"That was what? Two and a half months ago? I should have had at least one more since then. I don't know how I didn't realize… " she trailed off, rubbing her temple.

"Maybe you've just been stressed," Sam offered, "That could make it late, right?"

"Yeah," Andy nodded. "Yeah, I guess."

"Okay, and we've been careful…" He trailed off when Andy raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" He asked innocently.

"We haven't been that careful," Andy said, fixing him with a look.

"You're on the pill though, right?"

Andy shook her head. "Remember that weekend when my prescription ran out on Friday and I couldn't get it filled until Monday?"

"Oh yeah," Sam said, giving her a significant look and working his dimples, "I remember."

"Gah…" Andy said, leaning back against the headrest. "This is all your fault you know."

"My fault?" Sam asked, his eyes wide. "How is it my fault that you can't resist me?"

Andy rolled her eyes at his cocky grin. "Just think about it Sam," she said, "I'm late, I've been moody," Andy ignored the nod of agreement that Sam gave to her last statement, "I've been tired all the time, I've thrown up everything I've eaten in the past 48 hours…"

"Your boobs have been sore," Sam interjected.

Andy shook her head, caught off guard by his comment. "How do you know that my boobs have been sore?"

"Aside from the fact that you've practically levitated off the bed every time I've tried to touch you this week?" Sam asked. "You slamming your elbow into my stomach last night was a pretty good indicator."

"I don't remember that."

Sam shrugged. "You were asleep."

Andy narrowed her eyes. "You tried to feel me up while I was sleeping?" She asked accusingly.

"Don't act so scandalized," Sam said, rolling his eyes at her tone, "I was just putting my arm around you. I didn't even realize what I had done until I was doubled over in pain and gasping for air."

Andy couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry," she told him.

"It's okay," Sam said, shrugging. "You didn't know."

He looked over at Andy and saw her fidgeting nervously, wringing her hands. Reaching over, he placed one of his hands over hers, stopping the movement. "Hey," he said, getting her attention. Her eyes flew up to meet his and he could see the fear that was in them, could see the worry that she tried to cover up with the small, shaky smile that she gave him. "Andy, it's going to be okay," he assured her, his voice warm and calm.

"How do you know?" She asked quietly, timidly.

Sam squeezed her hand. "Because I do," he said simply.

Andy exhaled, nodding. "How are you so calm about this?" She didn't know why she expected him to act any differently… Sam was always the calm, controlled one, unfazed by any situation they found themselves in.

"Andy," Sam said sincerely, "First of all, we don't know for sure. Second, I know we haven't had the whole 'what's in our future' talk yet, but I was planning on marrying you and knocking you up at some point anyway." Andy rolled her eyes at his choice of words, but couldn't help but smile at the sentiment and commitment behind them. Sam grinned at her. "And yeah," he acknowledged, "It's kind of soon, but if you are pregnant it won't change anything… it'll just speed things up a little bit."

They had yet to actually say the word pregnant and hearing it spoken out loud caused Andy to take a sharp intake of air.

"It's going to be okay, Andy," Sam told her again. "I promise."

"Thank you," Andy said, her eyes filling with tears. "You can be really sweet sometimes."

He nodded and winked at her. "I have my moments," he said, flipping his phone open.

"What are you doing?" Andy asked, wiping her fingers underneath her eyes.

Sam held up a finger. "Hey, Oliver," he said into the phone, "Listen, I need a favor. McNally and I were on our way over to Memorial to talk to that tractor truck driver but something came up. Could you handle it? I'll get your drinks at the Penny later. " He paused for a moment, "Thanks man, I appreciate it."

"What was that?" Andy asked as he flipped the phone closed.

"Well," Sam said, "We're not going to drive around all day wondering if you're pregnant or not." He made a sharp right turn, "So we're going to go to that drugstore," he said, pointing in front of him, "and we're going to get a test. Then we'll know, one way or the other, and we can go from there."

"Yeah," Andy said, unable to argue with his logic. "Yeah, okay."

Sam parallel parked in front of the drugstore and went to open his door.

"You're coming in with me?" Andy asked, surprised.

Sam shook his head, confused by her question. "Nope," he said, "I figured I'd just drop my sperm off and let you take care of the rest." Andy wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes and Sam realized the remark sounded much harsher than he had intended. He softened, "Of course I'm coming in there with you Andy."

She nodded quickly and smiled, trying to put on a brave face. "Okay," she said, "Let's go."

When they walked in the store Andy was relieved to find that it was almost empty. They quickly made their way to the feminine products aisle before standing in front of the pregnancy tests, slightly overwhelmed at how many options there were.

"No, don't get the cheap one," Sam said when she reached out to pick one up. "Get the good one."

Andy waved a hand towards the shelf, exasperated, "Care to tell me which one is the good one?"

Sam sighed before grabbing the most expensive one. "We better get two," he said to himself, grabbing another one, "Just in case." Sam reached for her hand and pulled her towards the checkout. The clerk glanced back and forth between the two uniformed officers and looked like she wanted to say something, but wisely decided to stay quiet. Sam was being sweet to her, but Andy didn't want to see what might have occurred if the clerk had made some smart remark.

Sam paid for the tests without a word and took the plastic bag, grabbing Andy's hand again and tugging her out of the store.

"Okay," he said, opening her door. "There's a gas station down the street," he jerked his thumb in its direction, "or we can go to my house."

Andy looked around, trying to decide what to do. "The gas station's fine… I guess."

"You sure? We can go to my house if you want," Sam told her, "It's not that far."

Andy shook her head, getting in to the car. "No, the gas station's great."

Sam nodded and shut her door before rounding the front of the car and getting in. The short ride to the gas station was silent, filled with tense anticipation.

Andy couldn't help but laugh when they pulled up. "What's so funny?" Sam asked, amused.

Andy pointed to the sign, still laughing, "We're about to find out what could be huge, life changing news at a place called 'Frank's Stop and Go' with a picture of a giant cartoon moose on its sign."

Sam grinned, "It'll make a good story one day." He looked over at her and held her gaze for a moment. "You scared?" He asked.

"No," she told him, shaking her head firmly.

"Why's that?"

She smiled at him with watery eyes. "Because you're here."

Sam smiled back, remembering how she had spoken similar words to him the first day they worked together. His chest had swelled with pride at the trust that she put in him then but it was nothing compared to the enormity of responsibility and love he felt at that very moment. "I love you," he told her, simply, honestly.

"I love you, too." She said, leaning towards him across the console. He met her halfway and pressed a sweet, sincere kiss against her lips. Pulling back slightly, he winked at her before kissing her once last time.

"Alright," Sam said, opening his door, "Ready to go pee on a stick?"