So because it's been so long since I've updated and I want to get more chapters out to you guys sooner, I'm going to skip a bit and just post this one instead of writing one for in between. I've had this written for a while so it's just easier to post it now. Hope you like it!


Sadie woke up on the wrong side of the bed. She had been crabby all morning just because Jules said that she couldn't lift her up anymore because of her stomach. She had refused to get dressed so they could go grocery shopping and eventually Jules resorted to having her pull a raincoat over her pyjamas and go. She wasn't having a great day either. Her stomach had been hurting all day, which wasn't too comfortable considering she had a crazy three year old to chase around. Everyone talked about the Terrible Twos, but it was more Terrible Threes for Sadie. It was even worse because Sam was on day shift for the next week and a half, so he was only around when she was asleep.

Tonight was an exception. She had gone to bed as soon as Jules had told her and hadn't whined about wanting to see Sam or wanting more water or not being tired. She just fell asleep. Not that Jules was complaining. It gave her more time to read whatever parenting books she still needed to finish. Tonight it was 'Double Parenting'. More shitty advice on taking care of two kids.

So she sat in bed with the book resting against her stomach, but no matter where she put it she was uncomfortable. She used to be able to put it right on top and it was perfect. Now, well, not so much. Sam swore that the baby had dropped and that was the problem. Or maybe the solution, since she could finally fit her book on her stomach when the baby was out.

Sam was continually texting her, asking how she felt and did she want anything and was she in labour. She just told him that she was fine and Sadie was asleep and to focus on working. Besides, the baby wasn't due for another week and a half. After his night shifts he was done for a few weeks, so there was no point in him taking time off now.

She listened to the rain pattering against the windows. Hopefully there wasn't any calls for the teams on duty tonight. It wouldn't be very pleasant to have to negotiate with someone in a torrential downpour. She had to do it a few times and it was terrible.

Her phone rang and she picked it up. "Hello?" she asked. She and Sam had been texting, so why would he call? "Hey Jules, it's me." he said. "We just got a call so if you need anything call Winnie and she'll try and patch you through, okay?" he said quickly.

"Alright. Be careful."

"I will. Love you." And then he was gone.

She stood up and looked at the clock. It wasn't even midnight yet. She walked - or more like waddled - down the hall and into the kitchen. "What to eat," she whispered to herself. "Ice cream." she smiled. "Thank you Sam." She grabbed a spoon and sat down on the couch. The sound of the television was almost drowned out by the sound of the rain and she prayed that Sam's call was somewhere inside. Criminals didn't stop for rain.

Of course, it was showing the call on the late night news. A man with a gun had tried to rob a bank and took a hostage. Classic call. She frowned and ate another spoonful of ice cream from the carton. "We should get a dog." she pondered. Sam had been trying to convince her and maybe after the baby was born it wouldn't be such a bad idea. She had never had a dog but it sounded like fun.

"What am I doing?" she laughed. "Talking to myself? This is crazy." She paused and held her breath as the baby kicked inside of her. It was his new favorite activity. "What're we going to call you, little kicker? What about David? Like David Beckham? Yes, I think that's a wonderful idea. We'll have to tell Daddy when he gets home."

She knew that it wasn't a normal kick. That was a special kick. It was a Sadie kick. Sam thought that she was unconscious, but she felt the kick. It meant something.

But it was too soon, she thought. She had another week and a half. It didn't mean anything. She stood up and pushed the carton into the freezer. The baby was not coming now. She wouldn't let it.

And then she felt a contraction. She doubled over in pain and reached for the phone on the counter.

"Hi, Winnie? Can you put me through to Sam?"


Trevor was trying to negotiate with the subject. He had been for an hour now. Sam could hear the rain pounding outside and he was glad that the guy had picked a bank to rob. At least they weren't in the park.

"But is this really the way to solve your problem? All this will do is get you in some pretty big trouble with the law. Your kids need you to be there for them. They need you to love them. Put them before everything else." If he hadn't had all this training, he might have laughed. Here he was, holding a gun on a guy who just wanted some money for his kids. He was telling the guy to put his family first when he should have stayed home with his own because something was going to happen. He could feel it.

"Sam, Jules is on the phone. Should I patch her through?" Winnie's voice asked in his ear.

He kept his breathing steady and the sights stayed on the man. "Not now Winnie. What does she want?"

"I'll check."

Trevor kept talking. "I'm asking you, I'm begging you, Alex. Please, put the gun down. Be there for your kids. They're going to need you to protect them and take care of them and just plain love them. You can't do that if you pull that trigger." And he surrendered. Just like that, it was over. Simple. A routine call.

"Sam?" Winnie asked again.

"Yeah?"

"She says she's in labour."

"Patch her through."

He heard the click. "Jules?" he asked.

"Sam? Oh thank god." she almost laughed. "They're only four minutes apart. You gotta get here."

He told Trevor what was going on and hopped in the truck. "I'm leaving now. Do you have the hospital bag with you?"

She groaned and he cringed. He hated hearing her in pain. "Jules?"

"Hospital bag, I know. It's upstairs in the closet. And Sadie's still asleep."

"Can you get it and wake her up?" he asked. As much as he wanted to turn on the siren, he couldn't. It was killing him.

"I don't think I can move. Sam, it hurts really bad. I think something's wrong."

"What do you mean?" he asked, driving faster.

"I don't know. It just hurts and it's not the labour. Something could be wrong with the baby, I don't know. I just don't think I can move."

He turned on the siren.