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Erin POV

I am so done with being pregnant. My feet are swollen, my back hurts almost all the time, and I have to pee every two minutes. I swear the kids are going to be soccer players or boxers or something because they don't every stop kicking. The cold months are winter are long gone, spring a fresh memory and the hot and humid months of summer have begun to set in, yet we're only in June. We've got a long way to go.

I'm pushing 35 weeks and I am so excited for these children to evacuate my uterus. I just want to meet them and see their little faces, study every feature and debate with Jay about who got what from who and start figuring out who they are going to be, learning their likes and dislikes and watch them shape their personalities. It's all so new and incredible and at the same time, so incredibly terrifying.

While I'm absolutely looking forward to being able to hold them and have my body back, it scares the crap out of me. While they're inside me, they're safe. They don't know our world yet, they haven't experienced the pain and the hurt and I haven't had a chance to screw up yet. That scares me.

I've always known that I'm a protective mom, probably over protective and in any other scenario people would probably say that I'm paranoid and to not worry about the worst case scenarios, but we've been pulled through some of the worst case scenarios. My daughter is five years old and she's had a gunman run rampant through her school. My husband was shot in the line of duty. We've lived through the worst case scenarios too many times. We know the worst case scenario all too well.

But I've been trying to convince myself not to think like that. I can't think like that. These babies are going to be fine. They have to be.

Jay and I went back to work a while ago and while being on desk duty is killing me, it's been so much better now that I have Jay in the office. Wes is still here, partnered up with Jay since I can't be out in the field and I know the unit has finally accepted him. It took a while, but we all came around eventually and it was definitely easier once Jay came home, the sense that he was there to replace him was finally gone.

Thankfully, Lucy is excited to meet her siblings, but I can tell already that she's not looking forward to sharing Jay and me. She and well Percy too I guess, are very upset that my lap space seems to have disappeared and I can't imagine what's going to happen when there are two crying infants requiring constant attention. I worry about that a lot too, not being able to be enough for all three of them. I love Lucy with my entire heart and soul, I would give my life for her's without a hesitation. How do you split that three ways? It just doesn't seem possible to me. I talked to Antonio about it for a bit and he didn't really give me anything solid, simply telling me that I wouldn't know that I could do it until they're born, which makes sense I guess. But still, I'm freaking terrified and every kick from them and every quip from Lucy reminds me of that.

I've been stuck on desk duty for almost seven months and I'm about to go stir crazy just sitting in the bullpen. The entire unit is out on a bust and I'm here. Alone. Again. Doing paperwork. Plus the fact that I have to worry about Jay is only making it worse. I mean I've always worried about him, but when we're in the field together, I have his back and he has mine, I'm still not totally comfortable passing that off to someone else. Especially today, I've been having this stomachache all day and it's putting me in an even worse mood.

While this has been driving me absolutely crazy, the one upside is that I can get out of the district early enough to pick up Lucy from school most days, and now we don't have to rely on our nanny Emily so much. That and my typing has gotten significantly faster.

I wince as I feel a slight tightening in my stomach. Contractions. No there's no way. It's too early. They aren't due for another six weeks. It's Braxton Hicks, it has to be. It only lasts for maybe 30 seconds before the pain quickly subsides. I brush it off before going back to my computer, quickly forgetting about it until another one comes. They don't hurt too bad, maybe just like cramps. But they aren't insufferable. I can deal with them without too much of a fight and I don't think anything of them. They come and go for an hour maybe. I'm not sure how Braxton Hicks are supposed to feel or how long they're supposed to last, but these can't be real contractions. It's too early. They aren't ready. They're not strong enough, they're too little. They're supposed to stay in there for a little while longer.

Suddenly I feel something else. It's not just discomfort anymore, it't pain and it's pulsing through my entire body. I want to curl in on myself. This is real. They're coming. I start to panic. I'm alone. Jay's not here. This is not how this was supposed to go. But I can't stop them. It's my body, but this isn't under my control anymore.

I grab my cell phone as the contraction subsides, punching in Jay's number from memory.

"C'mon, c'mon," I plead as I tap my foot on the wood floors, praying that Jay will pick up his phone, but I have a feeling in my chest of exactly where that phone is, locked in the glove box of the 300 as they finish up the bust. My feeling of dread is realized when he doesn't pick up the phone, that ever familiar message responding to my begs. It's not supposed to be like this. He's supposed to be here with me. That's how it's supposed to go. I hear the beep before I frantically leave a message.

"Jay, it's me," I stammer. "I think the babies are coming, I'm going to go to Med. Please meet me there and call me as soon as you get this, I love you," I hang up before panicking slightly. I punch out a quick text to Jay, Voight, Burgess, and Ruzek knowing that whoever is first to check their phone will hightail it with Jay to Med. But in the meantime, what the hell am I supposed to do? Platt.

I grab the phone sitting on my desk and dial the extension for the front desk. She answers immediately, thank God.

"Lindsay what the hell do you want?" She answers.

"Trudy I need you help," I say frantically.

"What's wrong?" She asks, her tone changes as she recognizes mine.

"I think I'm in labor,"

"What? Aren't they not due for another five weeks?"

"Yes, six. But that's not the point. I'm having my babies and I'm alone up here and I really need you to come up here and then drive me to Med!" I almost yell. I'm panicking. I know I'm panicking. But I'm really trying to keep calm.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming." She tells me. "Pierce come watch the desk, I'm going out!" She yells before slamming the phone back on the register. It's not even twenty seconds before I hear her stomping up the stairs and appearing in the pen.

"Did you call Halstead?"

"Of course I did," I snap, finding myself to be extra snarky in this whole scenario. "the whole unit is on a bust they won't be answering their phones right now."

"Alright what are we dealing with?"

"I don't know, I think I've been having contractions for maybe an hour?"

"An hour?"

"I thought they were Braxton Hicks," I defend as I make my way over to her, grabbing my bag from the back of my chair and slinging it over my shoulder. "Let's go, I want to get into the car before another contraction hits,"

"Oh okay," She stammers as she comes over to me, "You want to take my car or should I drive yours?"

"Yours please," I say as I begin to descend down the stairs, moving as fast as I can in my current state. I make the snap decision to turn towards the back exit, hoping to avoid questions from anyone and Platt follows me without saying anything. She helps me settle in the passenger seat of her SVU and I have a realization. Crap. Lucy. What the hell are we supposed to do with her?

I grab my phone from my back pocket and click on Emily's name, sincerely hoping that she will be available.

"Hey Mrs. Halstead," She greets politely.

"Emily I think I'm in labor and I need you to pick Lucy up from school okay?" I respond, cutting right to the chase, I don't have time to beat around the bush right now.

"Oh okay," She responds, the shock obvious in her voice. "Do you need me to say overnight at your place?"

"I'm not sure, can we play it by ear?" I respond.

"Of course," She says. "Oh and what do you want me to say to Lucy?"

"Nothing for now, I'll call her or have Jay do it when we get a chance,"

"Alright, good luck."

"Thank you Em, I'll call you when we have an update,"

"Standing by," I hear the line click on the other end and I shove the phone back into my pocket. I trust Emily with Lucy and I'm glad that that's one less thing that I'll have to worry about, for now at least. She's in good hands. I clamp my mouth down tight and squeeze my eyes shut as I feel another contraction coming on, trying to keep any noise from coming out of my mouth. They're getting worse. And closer together. I know that you're supposed to time them and whatever, but I don't really have any idea how long I've been having contractions so it's not like it'll be useful now.

"You alright?" Platt asks as she notices the look on my face.

"Just drive," I grimace through the pain.

Jay POV

"It was a good bust," I tell Wes as the two of us lean back on the hood of the 300. We'd just busted a major heroin ring and the perps had just been ushered away in a couple of patrol cars.

"That it was," He responds as he takes a swig from the plastic water bottle.

"Halstead," Ruzek calls as he comes over towards us.

"What's up?" I ask as I stand up.

"Have you checked your phone recently?" He asks.

"No why?" I ask as I come closer to him, that look on his face growing weirder by the second. "It's in the glove box like it always is during a bust,"

"You're going to want to check your phone,"

"Okay?" I respond confused as I open the door and grab my cell phone, it takes a minute to turn on before I see the call and texts from Er. Crap. In labor, meet me at Med ASAP. That message was sent 42 minutes ago. The district isn't that far away from Med, she's probably already there. The panic sets in before my heart can even beat again. It's too early. They aren't due for another six weeks. We aren't ready yet. They aren't ready yet. Wait who is she with? She better not have tried to drive herself to Med I swear.

"We got to go," I tell Wes as I make a mad dash for the driver's seat.

"What's up?"

"Erin's in labor,"

Erin POV

"How far along are you?" Natalie asks as she helps me out of Platt's car. Platt ran into the ER to grab someone as soon as we got here and as soon as she said the name Erin Lindsay, Natalie had grabbed a wheelchair before anybody else could even move. She's my sister in law so technically she isn't allowed to treat me, but I need somebody here with me, at least until Jay gets here. She and I got really close while Jay was overseas, she knew what I was going through and she was always there. I trust her. Plus she's had a baby before, she knows what the hell is going on. I feel a gush between my legs and I blush rush to my cheeks as I hear the liquid splash all over the floor.

"I don't know, but my water just broke all over your shoes," I say sheepishly as she lowers me down into the wheelchair. A nurse is behind me pushing, but Natalie is just here for moral support at this point.

"Alright you are most definitely in labor, these babies do not want to wait," She confirms, brushing off the fact that my amniotic fluid is currently soaking through her sneakers.

"Wait Nat, it's not too early for them to be born right?" I ask, this being the one question on my mind for the last twenty minutes.

"No," She answers quickly, "for twins we consider them to be full term at 37 weeks, you're what 34?" I nod. "They should be fine, they're just going to be a little small,"

"But they're going to be okay?"

"They're going to be fine," She assures me, a comforting hand on my shoulder. I can feel another contraction coming and I bite down on my lip, trying not to let it show. "We're going to get you up Labor and Delivery and then you're going to have a couple babies,"

"Just get Jay here,"

Jay POV

"Oh thank God," I hear Erin say as I bolt into her hospital room. After I got her text, I drove faster than I think I ever in an attempt to make it to the hospital as fast as possible. We ran into a little bit of traffic and I think it was the most infuriating fifteen minutes I have ever experienced. I had Wes drop me off at the main entrance while he parked and I know the rest of the unit is not far behind.

"I am so sorry," I gush as I run up to her, Natalie standing next to her bedside and Dr. Reaser pouring over Erin's chart in the corner of the room.

"Doesn't matter, you're here now," She says as she pulls me in for a kiss, being careful to avoid all the monitors and IV's currently hooked up to her.

"Alright where are we at?" I ask to nobody in particular, figuring that all three women in the room could probably answer my question.

"We just checked her and she's measuring at about six centimeters and we need to get her to ten to push," Dr. Reaser explains.

"But we're getting there?" Erin asks hopefully.

"We're getting there, but it's still going to be a little while," She answers.

"Wait how is she already over halfway there?

"Well Erin her has been in labor for like five hours and she didn't notice," Natalie says, giving Erin a look.

"Seriously?" I say as I look over at Erin, a smirk on my face as she just shrugs her shoulders at me.

"Your girl has got a damn high pain tolerance, most women would have been already been here for several hours by the time that your wife even called for help,"

"Well I've got a strong wife," I say as I shoot her a grateful grin.

"Okay," Natalie cuts in, "You are looking stable, so I'm going to run out really quick,"

"You're leaving?" She asks, the disappointment clear in her voice.

"No, no, I'll be here, I'm just going to change out of the scrubs and clock out. I'm not leaving you Erin," She promises.

"Thank you, I want you to be here when they're born, you were here for the entire pregnancy, I want you here," Erin had filled me in on everything that had happened while I was gone, and I know from both her and from Will that the two of them got super close and I'm surprised at all by her latest request.

"I'll be wherever you need me to be," She adds as she gives her hand a quick squeeze. I smile at the scene before me. I'm glad Erin has someone like Natalie. Kim too. I'm always going to be here, but she needs someone that she knows she can lean on and they've done a wonderful job of filling that role.

"I'm going to leave you to it, a nurse will be in soon to check you and just send me a page if you need anything,"

"Thank you," I add as she leaves the room with a wave, her lab coat swishing around her magenta scrubs.

"You ready for this?" I ask as I take a seat next to her, wrapping her smooth hands in mine.

"Not at all," She with a grin, those adorable dimples showing. "But I'm excited as hell,"

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