"Are you two ready to see your baby?" Dr. Ramirez asked.

Sheridan squirmed as Dr. Ramirez began to maneuver the ultrasound wand. She had felt so certain that everything was going to be okay when the rescue team pulled them out of the rubble, but right now, she wasn't so sure.

What if something had happened to their baby? What if she had made a horrible mistake when she pushed Luis to come here?

It couldn't have been a mistake. They had found Martin.

They had righted a really big wrong.

Dr. Ramirez touched his hand to her wrist. "I know this is difficult, but try to relax, señora."

Sheridan's eyes snapped to Dr. Ramirez's, her heart beginning to race. "Is something wrong with our baby?" she asked, her eyes flying to Luis's.

"I don't know," Dr. Ramirez said. "I can't get a clear picture yet."

Luis picked up Sheridan's hand and feathered his lips over her knuckles. "I'm right here with you, Sher."

"I'm just so scared that something has happened to our child," Sheridan whispered.

Luis took a deep breath in and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let's try not to go there yet."

"Señor y señora?" Dr. Ramirez said softly. "As far as I can tell, everything looks normal."

Tears sprang to Sheridan's eyes.

Behind her, Luis steadied his breathing and squeezed the crook of her shoulder.

Dr. Ramirez pointed to a small kidney bean–shaped image and smiled. "That is your baby right there."

"Our baby . . ." Sheridan gasped.

Luis swallowed a lump in his throat and grabbed Sheridan's hand. "I can't believe we can actually see her, Sher," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Dr. Ramirez smiled again as he pointed to a small blinking spot on the screen. "This is your baby's heartbeat. It seems to be quite strong."

Tears spilled down Sheridan's cheeks.

Luis clutched her hand to his heart.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about," Dr. Ramirez continued. "This niño or niña appears to be quite healthy."

Luis brushed a tear from his cheek, his eyes beaming at Sheridan. "That's because she's a fighter—just like her mother."

"Or maybe," Sheridan said, her eyes glistening at his, "it's because she's a Lopez-Fitzgerald."


Eve laid her head on Julian's chest, her smile stretching to her cheeks. "I'm so glad you're okay, Julian!"

Julian stroked her hair. "It was just a little scratch, Eve."

"A little scratch?" Eve's head whipped up. "That beam could have killed you!"

Julian smiled ruefully. "Better me, than you and Sheridan."

Eve's face dropped. "Don't say things like that, Julian."

"I can't help it, Eve." Julian stroked her cheek. "You and Sheridan have always had good, pure hearts. That's more than I can say for myself."

Eve's eyes fell to the hospital bed. "Well, I can't speak for your sister, but that's certainly not true for me."

"Don't you think you're being a little hard on yourself, Eve?" Julian raised his brows.

"What about the fact that I was using drugs and alcohol when I was first pregnant with our son? Or that, when it looked like our past was going to come out, I set fire to Orville's apartment?" Eve's voice quieted. "I've done a lot of things I'm ashamed of, Julian—things I wish I could take back."

"Maybe so, but you acted out of fear when you set that fire," Julian insisted. "And there wouldn't have been any drugs or alcohol in your life if it hadn't been for me. Eve, you cleaned up your act the second you found out you were pregnant—and you proactively made things right for Orville by offering to financially support him and make sure he received the care he needed."

Tears sprang to Eve's eyes. "How can you be so forgiving of me?"

"You have a good heart, Eve." Julian covered her hands with his own. "I know things are strained between you and your family right now—but you deserve to be happy, Eve."


Gwen squeezed Hank's hand as they strolled down the hall and rounded the corner to the ER.

Hank smiled at her.

Gwen blushed and swung his hand. "You know," she said, smiling shyly at her feet, "if it hadn't been for you offering to come down to Mexico, we might not have gotten here on time."

Hank grinned and nudged her chin. "I think you had something to do with it, too."

"Maybe so." Gwen's eyes searched his. "But you were the one who got the ball rolling."

Hank laughed and hung his head. "Remind Sam of that, will you?"

Gwen stopped and turned to face him. "Things are a little bit strained between you two, aren't they?"

Hank shook his head. "Sam thinks I'm a screw-up. It's as simple as that."

Gwen touched one hand to his arm.

Hank's eyes flew to her fingers.

Gwen's blush deepened as he looked back up into her eyes. "You're anything but a screw-up, Hank."