Gareth's POV

I awoke even earlier than my usual timing, to be sure I was up before Sadie was, so I could surprise her with a little something I'd been saving for just about the right time.

Given that the baby was expected in another few weeks or so, I figured this was as good a time as any.

I sat up on my side of our temporary bed, watching her stir just a little more than what was usual for her particular sleep habits…..even nowadays.

She stirred some more, muttering something I couldn't quite make out.

I reached, to gently shake her awake, but she shot up and out of her restless sleep before I had the chance.

She sat, catching her breath, as she tried to calm down from whatever it was she had awoken from.

I took her hand, attempting to comfort her. "Sadie, Sadie, it's okay. It's okay...it was just a dream. Okay? I'm here, I'm right here."

She nodded, putting her free hand to her face as she processed this.

"And I thought bad dreams were my department." I teased.

That got a laugh out of her, and she relaxed a little. "You're such an asshole, you know that?"

"So I've heard." I chuckled. "You wanna talk about it?"

"You reeeaally wanna go down that road?" She smirked.

I chuckled. "I meant the dream, silly."

"Ohh...right, that."

"You don't have to." I told her.

She nodded, sitting there, not saying anything for a few moments while she collected her thoughts.

"...It was about the baby…." She finally answered. "...It was- I was…..we were…...s-something went wrong…" She trailed off, about to break down again.

I put my arms around her, holding her tightly while she sniffled into my shoulder.

"It's all over now…" I reassured her. "It's not real, everything's okay, right?"

"Yeah…." she whispered. "Baby's moving now…"

I chuckled softly, putting my hand over to see if I could feel it. "See, then? Baby's fine. Nothing to worry about now."

She smiled, placing her hand next to mine. "Yeah, I guess you're right…..sorry if I scared you."

"Don't worry about it." I insisted. "It happens...nothing to be ashamed of."

"Thanks…" She whispered.

"Of course…" I held her for a moment before she broke away, allowing me to grab what I was saving in my bag. "...You know….I've been saving this for a while….just been waiting for the right time." I turned to reach for my bag, which I'd set on the floor next to my side of the bed.

"What have you done, Gar?" She teased.

"You'll see…" I promised. "Close your eyes...and hold out your hands"

"Gar…"

"Just trust me" I insisted.

She rolled her eyes, but obliged

I pulled out of my bag, and placed in her hands, a little plush dog, which resembled her dog from just before shit hit the fan, that I'd found a while back and managed to keep safe up until now.

"You can open them now…" I said.

She obliged, again, and began to curiously examine the little pooch. She smiled. "It looks just like my Presley"

"Doesn't he?" I agreed. "I found him, back at Terminus, where we used to keep all the stuff we took. It was right after that first pregnancy scare you had…..I figured we might want him, if it ever became more than just a scare."

Her face lit up even more. "Really?"

I nodded. "...Or if you wanted to keep him for yourself...I won't judge if that's the case."

She shoved me back, playfully, and laughed. "Very funny."

"I thought it was."

"...You're the best…" She said, wrapping her arms back around me."

"I try."