A/N: For those of you who miss the big headed below that says FOUR MONTHS LATER, this chapter takes place four months after the previous one. Jules is about eight/eight and half months pregnant now. Please read, enjoy, review!

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*FOUR MONTHS LATER*

"Looking pregnant Jules," Spike called over to her as she came into the front lobby.

Jules was on maternity leave, had been for a few weeks now, and she was missing work like crazy. She was even missing the desk work because desk work was better than no work.

She growled in response to Spike and leaned against the front desk to talk to Winnie while she waited for Sam. She had started dropping Sam off and picking him up just so she had an excuse to get out of the house and visit her friends. Although, right now she wasn't sure why she called Spike her friend. Every day when she came to the station, he said the same thing. In fact, he'd said the same thing every day for the past month, even before she left for her leave.

"Don't you know better than to irritate the pregnant lady?" Raf laughed as he came out of the changing room. He walked over to Jules and kissed her on the cheek, to show he missed her around the station.

"What are you doing kissing my Jules?" Sam asked as he followed Raf out. He went over to Jules as well but, instead of kissing her cheek as a friend would, he pulled her into a full windswept kiss.

"Ready to go?" she breathed when he let her go.

Sam nodded and took her hand. They left the station, waving goodbye to everyone as they passed. They went out to the parking lot and climbed into the truck.

"How was your day?" Sam asked, knowing what her response would be.

"Horrible," she groaned. "I miss work and I miss seeing you every day."

"You do see me every day silly," he reminded her. "We do live together, remember?"

"It's not the same," she said.

"I know," he said. "But think, you're eight and a half months. The baby will come soon and then you won't be alone all day. I've already asked to get the first few weeks after the baby is born off of work so I can be around to help."

"Yeah," Jules sighed wistfully. "Have they replaced me yet?"

"We're not replacing you Jules," he said. "We're finding a temporary person to fill your spot while you're off. And no, we're still deciding. We have it narrowed down to three people."

"Oh yeah? Who?" Jules asked.

"Well, I know only two of them," Sam said. "I was at the doctor's when they met with the third but I have heard she is brilliant though nowhere near as good as you."

"She?" Jules said. She knew she wasn't the only female who could make it onto SRU but she hated it when they replaced her with another woman.

"Yes, Jules. She. But the other two are men," Sam said. "Come on, let's just let go of the topic?"

"Fine," she sighed. "I hate this though, not being allowed to work."

"I know you do, baby, I know," he rubbed her hand. "I know."


"Sam?" Jules whispered late in the night. It was about midnight and he was asleep but she really needed him to wake up.

He groaned and rolled over in his sleep, not waking up. Jules leaned over to poke him again but found she was unable to - he looked so cute asleep. She watched him sleeping for a moment before the pain came again. It had been a while since she'd felt it first but she knew what it was. She was in labour. Her water had broke. She nudged him again and again and finally he woke up, looking very disgruntled and confused.

"Whatsamatter?" he mumbled.

"Sam," Jules said, a little scared, "I'm in labour."

That woke him up and in the count of a minute he was out of bed and changed. He grabbed her bag and helped her up.

"I can walk," she snapped at him.

It didn't bother him. He knew that this was going to be a rough night for her, probably the roughest in her life. She had every right to be cranky and miserable. He knew he would be and if was allowed to, she certainly was.

"Sorry sweetheart," he apologized sweetly. He switched on the lights as they walked through the apartment. He opened the door for her, let her go out and then turned to lock it behind them.

"Sam!" she screeched again. Her contractions were bad and it scared her. If they were this bad at the beginning, she could only imagine how much worse they would get. And she'd start getting them closer together. Every time she thought about it, it made her wish she wasn't pregnant. For the past eight or so months, she had managed to not think about the birth as much. But now she couldn't not think about it. It wasn't coming, it was here.

Sam rushed over to her and held her hand as she climbed into the passenger seat. He went to the other side of the car and climbed in. He drove to the hospital as quickly as he could. They managed to get there before the next contraction, though only just.

"Yes, this is Jules Callaghan," Sam said, some how keeping his calm voice, when they reached the front desk. "She's in labour and needs a room as soon as possible."

Jules doubled over as the contraction came and the nurse found them a room. They went into their room and Jules laid down on the bed. A nurse came in to give her a hospital gown.

Jules groaned as Sam helped her put it on, "I hate hospitals."

"I know," Sam said. "But this is a good thing. This time, you're leaving with a baby. You're not here because you're sick or injured, but because you're giving birth to a miracle."

"When you put it that way," Jules giggled. "I still hate hospitals though."

Hours passed and more passed still before it was even a reasonable time to call anyone. He called Team One first. Though the first person on the team that he called was Ed and Sophie. It was around seven in the morning so he knew they'd be awake. And he knew that Jules need Sophie around right now. He called Wordy and Shelley next, then Greg, then Spike and finally Raf. Once the team was notified, he called Jules' home in Medicine Hat and got the message out to her father. He called his family next. Everyone was ecstatic about it. The person probably least excited was the one in the room, about to give birth. Well, not about to, since she still had to wait a while for the time to be right.

In the room, Jules used her phone to call a few of her friends and tell them that it was time.

Since Team One did not have a shift that day, luckily, everyone arrived at the hospital within a few hours of being told. They didn't want to crowd Jules so everyone went in to say hi and left only Sophie and Shelley with her.

"Does it hurt? More than this right now?" she asked the two women who had both given birth before.

"Not as much as getting shot," Sophie said, "from what I've heard."

"Well, I've been shot," Jules said. "But nobody on my team has been shot and given birth so they really aren't good judges on that."

"Well, let us know afterwards, will you?" Shelley asked. "Kevin is always saying that getting shot is the most painful thing in the world but I'm not sure."

"It does hurt," Jules agreed. "Like hell, but I have a feeling that this might just be a bit worse..."

"Jules?" a voice came from the door.

She looked up to see her friends there. Jill Montgomery and Darcy Hastings were standing in her doorway.

"You called?" Darcy said, a smile on her face. Her long brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and she had minimal make-up on, basic hospital look. It was not often that Darcy was without make-up since she was a major fashion consultant and had to constantly look presentable.

"Kind of having a baby here," Jules shrugged. "No big deal."

"Yeah, you might have mentioned," Jill said. Her short but spiky blonde hair had been dyed brown and was getting longer. It had been a while since Jules and Jill had seen each other.

"Sophie, Shelley, these are my friends," Jules introduced everyone. "Jill Montgomery and Darcy Hastings went to school with me here in Toronto. Darce, Jill, this is Sophie Lane and Shelley Wordsworth, the wives of the team."

"Or ex-team," Shelley added. "Nice to meet you," she stuck her hand out for Darcy and Jill to shake.

"Or ex-team," Jules agreed. "Shelley's husband used to be on Team One with us," Jules told the her friends.

Jill and Darcy shook Shelley's hand and then Sophie's as well.

"How far along are you?" Jill asked. She had two older sisters and was a nurse so she knew what was going on here.

"Almost there," Jules smiled weakly. "Nine centimetres, I think they said. But they'll be back to check again...soon."

"You scared?" Darcy asked.

"More than anything," Jules nodded just as the doctor came back in to check. She was quick, checking how many centimetres Jules was in under a minute.

"You're ready," she said. "Are you ready?"

"I'm a police officer, we're trained to be ready for anything," Jules said.

"So you're not ready?" the doctor guessed.

"No, I'm scared. I guess I don't have a choice about this though, do I?"

"Not really, no," the doctor shook her head.

"We'll go tell Sam," Jill motioned towards the hallway where everyone was waiting. Sam had spent a lot of time with Jules but was now keeping everyone else company out in the hall.

"Thanks," Jules said as they took her over to delivery. She looked down at the stomach that had been growing for months and whispered, "Let's do this."


A/N: Alrighty! So this is the last chapter for a little. I have the next eleven written and ready but I will not post them unless I start to get more reviews! I'm thinking, five reviews will get you another chapter? So if you like this story, and want more, tell me! Tell me in a review and I will update! Thanks for reading!

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