Hey Guys!

I can't believe we're 20 chapters in, and I'm still far from my original end point for this story!

When I started this and outlined the chapters, I had about 8 or 9 and that was it. But somehow, McSwarek here got me rolling, and adding twists and turns and prolonging the chapters for you to enjoy…

Hope you will!

As always, your reviews are welcomed!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.

The truck was coming around a curve in the road, and Sam expected they'll see their destination any second. He lifted his eyes from the map he was holding, eagerly waiting to see Andy's response. When they bought the map she told him to navigate while she was driving. She had no idea which hotel he chose...

And there it came - a gasp of air, eyes widening, and mouth drooping open. It was like watching a kid enter a candy store for the first time. He wanted to spoil her from now to eternity.

"Sam, we can't! It's too much. I don't think what I have in my wallet right now will even cover for the parking tip, not to mention anything inside… we can't stay here tonight, sorry."

"Andy," he placed his hand on her thigh, "with what Boyd gave me we can afford two nights in a place like this, and then we'll move on."

"Sammy, we'll need this money for the baby. I don't think it's wise to spend it all here"

"No point in arguing, honey. We're staying here tonight. I always thought I'll spend my honeymoon in a place like this, so please… mommy… pretty please…." He pulled out his dimples with a begging puppy look, and Andy couldn't resist. She knew Sam was independent long enough to manage his own money, and if he said it's okay then it probably is.

"Okay then, you win" she smiled back as Sam did a little joyful dance in his seat.

Sam closed the door and looked back at his wife.

"Finally, alone!" he said and walked towards her.

Her look on him was so inviting and so… so... he tried figuring out what it was and then it hit him – she was tired. Her red nose reminded him that she still had the flu, and with everything else – sleep was what she needed most.

They both did.

"You want to help me with this?" he took a cream out of his bag. "I'm supposed to rub it on the blisters, and I think it will smell better than the yogurt you forced on me this morning."

"If I had known you had the cream, I wouldn't send Traci to get the yogurt in the first place, and besides, you need to take a shower first, and then rub it on. You go first, and I'll shower next."

"Andy, you go first, I need to shave. I think it's time we get out of our costumes and start being ourselves again – the new 'us', no itchy beard and definitely no ugly wig. If you shower first, your hair won't be wet when we go to sleep."

He didn't have to persuade her too much, she already saw the huge lush shower, the size of her entire condo. She took out her toiletries bag and stepped lightly in.

"You know what?" she looked back at him "Why won't you shave while I'm in the shower and keep me company?" her inviting look left no room for interpretation.

"Sure, just gotta do something first"

"ehhm?" she raised her eyes in question, and found the answer soon enough when his lips met hers. His kiss was so gentle, and extremely loaded. It was like he tried conveying all his feelings by it, all he couldn't yet bring himself to say out loud. She got the message, understood it and gladly responded to his surprise kiss, but as the kiss started to intensify she pulled back and took a deep breath. It was impossible to kiss and breathe when her nose was so clogged up.

The hot shower steams helped Andy ease her breathing for a while, and as Sam was lying on the bed she gently rubbed the cream over his chest and abdomen. In any other case Sam wouldn't control himself, he knew. But there was so much pain by her touch that he didn't feel at all aroused. The look on Andy's face every time he shrugged in pain made it clear she, too, was not enjoying the massage.

When she was done, Andy got up to wash her hands and came back to find Sam half asleep.

She quickly returned to the bed, and lay there under the satin sheets looking at Sam. He felt her gentle gaze and rolled over to face her, they now lay face to face.

"I think you'll make a wonderful dad, Sammy."

"Why d'you think so?

"Because… I don't know... You have the compassion, and the patience, and the humor, and the strength and… and… and many other qualities that would only help."

"I don't know, McNally, I.."

"Not any more" she interrupted him midsentence and he raised his eyebrows in question

"I'm not McNally any more, Sammy" she smiled "now I'm a Swarek"

"No you're not"

"really?"

"Yeah, look at the certificate. You're a DeCalma now" he grinned.

"Oh" she was disappointed.

"I said I don't know what kind of a father I'll be. I've never been around young kids or babies long enough to see if I don't lose it like my own dad."

"What about Sarah's kids?"

Andy knew she stepped in a mind field the second the words left her mouth. She could see the words hanging and hovering over his head as he was figuring what to answer.

"Sarah doesn't have any kids. Her attackers left her sterile" He said dryly and Andy shrunk. "They thought about adoption or new treatments, but somehow they never got to really do it. I think deep inside Sarah is afraid to see a child of hers go through what she did, so…"

He didn't have to say anything else. She understood. She reached her hand and placed her palm on his cheek trying to reassure him. She leaned towards him and kissed him, now he was the surprised one.

"I can get used to this, honey"

"You should"

He tried pulling her into a hug, but she sneezed and her hands flew over his chest in reflex.

"oooch" Sam yelled at her.

"Sorry" she truly was.

After another attempt and sneeze Sam rolled to his other side, to prevent Andy from hurting him again. She pulled closer to hug him from behind, act that set an agonizing burst of pain in him. He pushed her away and she turned to her own other side.

Afraid she was insulted by him. He turned to face her back and tried hugging her. That was not such a good idea, either, as it was both aching for him and for her when he touched her hormonal enlarged and oversensitive breasts.

"Arrrgggggg" they both exclaimed together, and decided to lay on their backs, holding hands.

They kept talking for a short while until they both fell asleep.

At some point Sam woke up and realized he was lying on his side, and Andy's body was against his, only this time they were sleeping back to back. He felt her round buttocks and her tender back and long legs. It was the most intimate thing he ever felt. There was nothing erotic about it, but he never felt so intimate with a woman before.

'Man, I got to start a new list of moments with her. As each day brings its own new best moment' he thought to himself. After that he couldn't fall asleep again, he was afraid to move to lose the tingle of her all over the length of his body.

He realized he dozed off when he woke up to feel her back arched and her legs shoot forward. She was curling on herself and letting out painful sobs.

Sam turned the night light on and turned to her

"Are you alright?"

"I don't know, Sammy. It's just… it hurts so much… my stomach. I don't know what it is, but it hurts."

Sam didn't think twice and jumped out of bed. He walked around to get the phone from Andy's bedside and dialed the hotel's front desk. Five minutes later he already called the hotel's on-call doctor, as the receptionist explained it will be faster than going to the nearest hospital.

A knock on the door brought Sam back from his thoughts. He was standing by the large bay window and staring into the big black void outside, thinking about anything that will keep him from hearing Andy groan in pain.

Sam stepped forward and opened the door.

Dr. Stevens stepped in, his bag in his hands and walked straight to Andy lying on the bed.

"Hello there, dearie" He said in a comforting tone "I'm Doc Stevens. Can you tell me your name?"

Andy looked at him and started mumbling "Andy Mc…St...DeCalma"

"Okay Mrs. MekSaintDeCalma, what's wrong?"

Sam stepped forward and gave the doctor Sarah's letter from the St. Catherine hospital. The doctor read it briefly, noting the highlights, and looked at Andy again.

"So, you're pregnant and now your tummy aches?"

All Andy could say is a short "ye"

"Can you please roll over to your back? I need to check you"

Sam was unsure what he should do. Should he step out of the room and let Andy have some privacy? Should he sit on a sofa or a chair?

While he debated with himself Andy raised her arm and called him. "Sammy, come sit on the bed next to me"

He gladly obeyed, and held Andy's hand while the doctor checked her thoroughly.

"So" Doc Stevens started "You've been arrested? Is that why you were hospitalized under custody?"

"Yes"

"Can I ask what for?" The answer was not relevant, he just needed to see her relax and cooperate.

Andy didn't answer for a second and then said "shoplifting"

"Reeeeeally?"

"Yeah, they caught me stealing clothes"

"And why would a girl like you that can stay in a hotel like this be stealing clothes?"

Andy looked at Sam, perplexed and not knowing what to say. They never got to have the talk about their story. Sam took the rein and continued the story.

"Our house was burned completely two weeks ago. We have no insurance so we'll get nothing. We only have our car and what's in these bags." And he indicated to the duffel bags thrown at the corner of the room.

"So you travelled to St. Catherine's?"

"Yes, we're trying to find a new house. We were both recently fired from our jobs when our boss found out we're a couple, it was against company rules. And after the fire we decided to look around for a new start somewhere else."

"And you're from…?"

"…Toronto?"

"And you're married?"

"Got married today, actually" Sam was happy to report.

"And the charges against Andy?"

Sam felt like he was under interrogation, but this was just a small talk the doctor was having with him while examining Andy.

"Well… the store owner dropped the charges when he heard our story."

"So how did you get to this hotel if you have no money?"

Sam looked shyly at the physician, and smiled "I've planned and pre-paid for this visit a long time ago. I planned on proposing to her here. Didn't think that by the time we finally get here she'll be my wife and we'll have a baby on the way." Sam flashed his dimples at the doctor.

Over 40 years of being the village doctor taught the physician a lot about people. He knew Sam was not telling him the truth, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that they were newlyweds, in love, and in need of a place to stay until the baby is born. And they seemed to be honest people. Lying about their situation, but that can be understandable in some cases.

As the doctor placed his stethoscope over Andy's lower abdomen, Sam realized this might mean there's a problem with the baby causing this pain. He was so wrapped up in Andy's pain he didn't see the ramifications.

'Please god, let everything be fine. You know I don't ask a lot from you, but this is important for me. These are important to me.' He thought a silent prayer.

"Okay" the doctor concluded, got up from the bed and started packing back his bag.

"What?" Sam was standing next to him, pulling him away from the bed, his eyes wide opened waiting for the verdict.

"Are you a good handyman, Mr. DeCalma?"

Sam was thrown back by this question. How could his handy skills be related to Andy's condition?

"My wife passed away nearly three years ago. A car accident in the middle of the day."

Sam didn't feel like listening, but he respected the elderly and invited the doctor to keep talking by saying "Sorry to hear that"

"When she died I couldn't walk back to the house and to all the memories of her, you know?"

Sam nodded.

"So I've left the house and came here to live with my son and his family. My son went there once to take all the food out of the fridge and lock it properly. Other than that no one was there for the past three years."

The doctor stopped reminiscing, and looked at Andy.

"Don't worry. She'll be fine. She ate something today that doesn't agree with her stomach, it can happen to all of us. She'll be fine in a couple of hours after it will all come out. The baby is safe, too. Because she's pregnant, have a tough flu and looks generally exhausted, I don't want her to move out of this bed for the next 48 hours. She can go to the toilets and that's it. In two days you can check out of here, and travel as far as Lively."

"Why Lively?"

"If you're willing to put some work in an old house no one lived in for more than three years, you can go live in my old house. Don't pay rent, just fix it and bring it to a selling condition, okay?"

Sam was shocked. No one has ever done something like that for him, such a pure favor done so subtly that it wouldn't feel like a charity. But this wasn't done just for him. It was done for Andy and the baby as well. His family.

Sam looked in disbelief at the good doctor, tears glimpsing at the corners of his eyes but not falling down.

"Go on, son. Go tell your wife she'll have a home in a couple of days."

That's it for now. I hope I'll get a chance to update real soon, as my ophthalmologist warned me to bring my screen time down to minimum. How can he understand that this is a necessity?