A/N: The previous chapter (11) was really the final chapter, and these next two are more what happens next = McSwareky goodness (at least in my opinion).

I'm trying to challenge myself to write more happily, but as you will see, it's not that easy for me; I gots to have me some dramah!

Anyway, hope you like this and the next one. I have another story under works, but I'm crazy busy with work and moving countries, which unfortunately doesn't leave a lot of time to write.

Enjoy!

PS: Sorry about posting Chapter 9 again to those of you who managed to catch that (I didn't read the description just went with the upload number. 10, 11, 12, comes before 2, 3, 4- because of the 1, I didn't think about that =P)

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or its characters or anything related to the series in any way, shape or form.


CHAPTER 12

2 months later

Explaining to Best why he had changed his mind about going to Guns and Gangs hadn't been as difficult as he had expected. The work he was doing over there, however, was.

He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't miss being undercover, to delve into another person and live their life while secretly gathering information to bring down huge criminal organizations. The feeling of constantly having to be on your toes, alert and ready, was a feeling he loved and that made him feel alive.

But he had something else making him feel alive now, and even though it was incredibly boring, most of the time, to be cooped up in a van or a small hotel room doing surveillance, it was still worth it to be able to come home every day and see her.

After having spent another whole day in the back of a van listening to a bug they had manage to place in the office of a small time drug distributor; his back was aching, his neck was sore and his mind was stuck on one thing; sleep. He dragged his feet all the way from his truck, up the steps and inside the house where he kicked his shoes off before walking into the living room.

She was sitting on the couch and it looked like she was crying. He was suddenly wide awake as he quickly made his way over to kneel in front of her. "Andy? What's the matter?" He asked grabbing her hands.

She just looked at him. Then her chin began to quiver and she began sobbing loudly.

"Hey." He cooed. "It's okay." He got up and sat down next to her on the couch, pulling her into a hug. "Shh."

Her arms found their way around his waist as she embraced him tightly. "I'm so sorry." She whispered.

"What? You're sorry? About what?"

She shook in his arms and he felt his shirt getting wet. "What happened?" He asked.

"I went to the doctor."

Sam's heart fell deep into his stomach and he felt slightly nauseous. "Are you sick? Is it serious?" She had been feeling a bit under the weather lately, nausea and fatigue in particular. He had started to nag her about going to the doctor when it had been going on for a couple of weeks; it had now been nearly two months.

He felt her shake her head against his chest in response to his questions.

"You're not sick?"

She shook her head again.

"Well that's great!" His heart made its jump back up from his stomach back into his chest.

She started sobbing loudly again.

"Andy, sweetheart. What's wrong?" He asked kissing the top of her head and rubbing her arm in a comforting manner.

"I'm pregnant." She wailed.

His heart was back in his stomach.

Sure he wanted kids. He loved spending time with his niece and nephew. But they had only properly been together for about two months it was way too soon to start a family.

"That's…" He was speechless.

She started shaking uncontrollably again.

"We'll manage." He tried to reassure her, but his words only made her cry even harder.

"Shh…" He whispered kissing her head again and tightening his hold on her. It made her calm down a little.

"I'm about eight weeks along." She whispered.

All of the muscles in his body went limp. His arms lost their hold on her and fell down on the couch and he could feel his mouth hanging open, but he wasn't able to close it.

She lifted her head from his chest and sat back on the couch. He just stared blankly ahead at the coffee table.

"Sam?" She said nervously.

"Is it…?" He felt dizzy and sick. Was it Callaghan's baby? He couldn't raise Callaghan's baby.

"I don't know." She breathed knowing what he had wanted to ask.

"When…?" He couldn't say anything else. He was so tired and his mind was spinning too fast.

"Not until it's born."

He finally managed to regain enough control of his muscles to turn his head towards her so that he could look at her.

"I'm so sorry." She said, silent tears streaming down her face.

"I love you." He said with a small smile. "I'm not going anywhere."

With a lot of effort he managed to lift his arms to invite her into a hug. After staring at him hesitantly for a couple of minutes, she finally crawled over to him; he kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her. He then laid back, pulling her on top of him. "I'll take care of you. Both of you." He murmured sleepily.

He wasn't lying. He would take care of them no matter what. Would it be easier if it was his baby? Of course, but he would still be there. He loved her, and nothing would change that.

He was so exhausted. "I love you." He murmured before drifting off to sleep, not able to keep his eyes open any longer.

He dreamt of blonde babies.


Sam woke up with a start from a clanging sound in the kitchen.

In his dream he had been trying to change the diaper of one blonde, blue-eyed baby while desperately trying to make another identical baby stop crying while a third, older child, also with blue eyes and blonde hair, was tugging at his leg. He looked around in a panic expecting to see toys scattered all over the floor but calmed down when he realized that his floors were as clean as ever and there were no babies around.

He could hear her moving around in the kitchen and got up, curious as to what she was doing. The sight that awaited him there brought a huge smile to his face.

She had been baking and the bowl in which she had put the flour, and from the looks of it cocoa powder, had fallen off the counter successfully covering her and the floor in white and brown.

"What are you making?" He asked startling her, which made her drop the bowl that she had been scooping the flour into, spilling its contents again. She glared at him, but couldn't keep her face serious for long.

"I was making cookies." She said pouting, picking up the bowl and starting to scoop up the flour again.

"When will they be done? I'm hungry." He joked as he walked over and crouched next to her to help her clean up.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Go get cleaned up. I'll fix this." He said gesturing to the flour covered floor. It earned him a big grin and a quick kiss before she got to her feet and hurried to the bathroom.

"Yeah." He sighed as he got up to get a broom and dustpan.

The kitchen floor was soon back to its pristine condition, and since Andy was still in the bathroom he thought he'd might as well try to make some cookies for his woman.

It was more difficult than he remembered. Granted, the last time he had done it he had been ten and had a lot of help from Sarah. First the batter was too dry, so he added more water, but then it was too lose so he added more flour, but then it was too dry again. It was an evil circle. He was adding more flour for the fourth time when he heard a squeak from behind.

He turned around to see her with a smile on her face, holding a hand to her chest. "You're so adorable." She squeaked as she walked over to check out his baking skills.

"I'm not very good though." He apologized. "It's been well over twenty years since last time."

"Yeah, I keep forgetting you're old." She said off-handedly as she added a bit more fluid to the batter before tasting it.

He was about to comment on her statement when she stuck her tongue out in clear distaste. "What's in this? Only flour, cocoa and water?"

"I put sugar in there." He said defensively.

She looked at him with an expression that made him feel way younger than her. "But no butter, eggs or anything else?"

"Ah, forgot about those." He said grinning sheepishly.

"A, for effort, but I think I'll be the baker in this house in the future." She said with a wink before emptying the bowl's contents in the trash.

"Fine by me." He smiled. "As long as I get to taste them first." He snuck his arms around her waist, as she was measuring flour for a fresh batter, and rested his head on her shoulder.

His hands came to rest on her stomach which made him remember their talk before he had drifted off to sleep.

"So, how are we going to do this?" He asked watching her put salt and baking soda into the bowl and mixing all of the dry ingredients together.

"Well, if you let go of me, I'm going to find some eggs and butter so I can finish these cookies." She said starting to turn around so she could go over to the fridge.

He tightened his grip on her, keeping her in place. "Not that. I meant this." He said running one of his hands over her stomach.

"Oh, yeah. Uhm…" She turned around to face him. "I don't know yet." She said looking up at him insecurely.

"Well, I guess we better tell Callaghan?" He could see her react to the pained expression on his face as he said it.

"The doctor said to wait to tell people until after week ten. But you're right." She said looking away uncomfortably. "I'm so stupid."

"What?"

"Yeah. I agree to marry someone that I only have shallow feelings for to leave him for the guy I love to find out I'm pregnant and I don't even know who the father is. That has to be a definition of stupid."

He put his hand on her cheek forcing her to turn her head to face him. "It's not stupid. It was just bad timing." He tried with a small smile.

"How can you be so calm about it?" She asked with a hint of accusation to her voice searching his eyes for an answer.

"Oh, I'm not." He replied honestly. "But, me screaming my head off won't change anything. And I should have been honest with you a long time ago."

He was amazed at himself for managing to keep this calm. Maybe it was because he had accepted that she had been with Callaghan and that it had involved all things that went with being with someone.

He knew she hadn't been with the detective since he had been at her house that day and that was, for some reason, enough for him. Just knowing that his confession about his feelings had made her end things, made him feel so good that he couldn't be upset about something she'd done before.

The only thing he was truly upset about; was not confessing it to her earlier.

"You're amazing." She said, admiration radiating from her eyes as she looked at him.

He smiled and captured her lips in a short kiss. "Make me some cookies." He whispered as they broke apart and he let her loose. He watched her mixing ingredients for a while before walking back into the living room to try to get some more sleep.


He woke up to see a large plate of cookies on the coffee table and lifted his head to see her sitting on the other end of the couch watching some drama on TV.

"How can you be such a heavy sleeper right now, when you wake up when I just turn around in bed other times?" She asked when she noticed that he was awake.

He grabbed a cookie and sat up. "I don't know. Guess I worry about you." He said before taking a bite. It was delicious. "By the way; you need to make more of these." He said with a mouthful of cookie spraying crumbs all over himself and the couch.

"Not if you're going to teach my kid those manners." It sounded like she had meant it to be a joke, but the expression on her face was not even close to humorous.

He could see her mouthing my kid with a frown.

He put the half cookie in his hand down on the table so that he could pull her to him.

"Maybe I should just terminate." She whispered into his shoulder. He pushed her back so he could look at her face.

"Why?"

"What if it's Luke's?"

"I won't leave if that's what you think."

"You want to raise another man's child?" She sounded skeptical.

"We don't know yet."

"But what if it is?"

"We'll deal." He said simply with a small shrug. "Not much else to do." He smiled crookedly. "Thing is; I love you. I want to be with you. No one has ever made me feel like this. And I don't want to give that up. I know I'm selfish." He added with a wink before getting serious again;

"I'll stick around no matter who the father of this child is because I love you. This kid…" He looked down at her stomach. "...is part of you. And I have no doubt that I'll love it too."

"I don't deserve you." She sighed falling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Of course you don't" He said with a big dimpled grin.

He heard her scoff against his shoulder before she poked his side. It startled him and he yelped involuntarily. "Want more?" She threatened.

"No, no. I'm good!"

"You sure?" Her fingers were drawing patterns on his side and he knew that if she just added slightly more pressure he would be unable to keep from laughing his head off.

"Yeah, I'm sure!" He said. He really hated being tickled. "I'm sorry I said that."

"Said what?" He knew she wasn't letting him off until he said what she wanted to hear. She was steadily increasing the pressure of her pattern-making and it was becoming unbearable.

"Of course you do."