A/N: Well, this is it. I've finally finished my first story. I want to
thank everyone who reviewed this story. I really appreciate that you took
the time to tell me what you thought. I would like to give a special thanks
to Sweet Preserves who read through the chapters and told me what she
thought of them before I posted them and gave me some ideas (If you like
M*A*S*H you should read her stuff. It's really good.) Also to Missy Jane,
who reviewed ever single chapter of this story.
Thank you: MissyJane, A Bloom, Emily, Melindotty, Sprinkles143, Franny, pdhtgal, i love johnny *hee hee, loco, Mia, Lisa, Silent Bob, kas, Jen, Fallen-Angel, adpi24, teej, Candance, Karen, AssortedJellyBeans, Mim, sertvs, drvvh, just a fan, Pagan, Gert, Sweet Preserves, Diana, CajunCutie, oOoOo, allikat, Kris, teej, Ally Sidle, Zarek, Sara Stokes, Sara Sidle Stokes, :.:.:, Lynn, undacoveragent9, Concrete Angel, alwaysforever, csi424, krisnina77
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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"Nick." Sara whispered into the darkness. "Nick." She said again, only this time a little louder. He didn't stir. "Nick!" She shouted and punched him in the arm.
"Ow! What was that for?" Nick replied groggily, still half asleep.
"I think it's time."
"Time for what?" He mumbled stupidly.
"Time for dinner, what do you think?" She asked sarcastically. "The baby."
At this Nick perked up. He turned to and looked at her as it registered in his brain. "Oh my God, the baby!" He jumped out of the bed and dashed across the room stubbing his toe on the dresser. He spent a few minutes hoping around on one foot and ended up tripping over a chair and landed with a loud thump on the floor.
"Anything I can do for you honey?" Sara called out, while Nick lay on the floor moaning.
"A stretcher would be nice."
He finally got up, and fumbled for a few minutes trying to find the light switch. Finally succeeding in completing his mission, he turned to look at Sara breathing heavily. "I'm cool." He said. "Come on. Lets go."
"Wouldn't you like to get dressed first?" She asked, glancing down at his boxers.
"We don't have enough time." He replied, running around the room, collecting random items.
"Nick! Calm down and relax. We have lots of time." She said, a slightly amused look on her face as she saw him tossed a lamp into the bag. He ran out into the hall and she could hear him collecting items from other rooms in the house.
She entered the kitchen a few minutes later as he was about to throw a can opener into the bag. "Nick honey, babies don't come in cans."
He glanced down at the can opener in his hand. "Uh right."
"Come on, let's go."
"We have to call everyone!" Nick said running to find a phone.
"Already done."
"What?"
"Yeah. While you were running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, I took the liberty of calling Catherine, who's going to call the rest of the team."
"Good. We better go." He said, ushering her towards the door.
"Nick. Please get dressed first."
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They reached the hospital in a quick 15 minutes and rushed towards the front desk in Emergency. "How can I help you?" The blonde nurse sitting behind the desk asked.
"My wife's having a baby." Nick practically shouted while trying to catch his breath.
"Ok, hold on one minute." She said, and paged a nurse. "How far apart are the contractions?"
"25 minutes." Sara replied.
Another nurse rushed towards them. "This is Nurse Able, she'll show you to your room and I'll send the doctor right up."
"Follow me." The nurse said, and she led them down the hall, towards the elevator.
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"Hi Sara, how are you doing?" The doctor asked, entering the room.
"Fine. All things considered." She replied, giving him a weak smile.
"How far apart are the contractions?" He asked Nick, who was holding a stopwatch.
"They're down to ten minutes."
"Ok. I think the baby's in a hurry to come out." He said, smiling. "It usually takes a lot longer than this. I'm going to go scrub up, while the nurses prep you." He said, and left the room.
"I'm starting to get really nervous." Sara said, looking up at Nick.
Nick, who was sitting on a stool beside her bed, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Everything's going to be fine."
"Yeah, you're right." She replied, giving him a smile.
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"Come on, we're almost done." The doctor said encouragingly. "One more push. There we go."
Sara finally loosened her grip on Nick's hand, which had now turned white from loss of circulation. They had been in the delivery room for 2 hours now and they were both exhausted.
"Congratulations. You are the parents of a beautiful baby girl." The doctor said as he brought the baby over for them to hold.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Nick asked as he reached out to touch her tiny hand. "She's my beautiful princess."
"What should we name her?" Sara asked.
"How about Miranda?"
"Miranda Elizabeth Stokes. I like it." She replied smiling.
"Me too." Nick said, wrapping one arm around her and the other around the baby.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but you said on the phone that you wanted to do a paternity test."
"Right." Sara said, glancing at Nick. "Can we do that now?"
"Sure, just give me about an hour, and I should have the results."
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"I'm terrified to know the results." Sara said, lying on the bed in her hospital room.
"You know what? Maybe we shouldn't see the results." Sara looked at him questionably. "I mean, whatever the results, we're still going to raise her the same. It doesn't make a difference if I'm her real father or not."
"Maybe you're right." She replied. "I'm afraid I'll treat her differently if she's Hank's."
"And whether I'm the father or not, I will always love her, because she's your daughter, and I love you."
"That's so incredibly sweet Nick." She said, as Nick leaned down ad kissed her softly on the lips.
The End
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A/N: I know, you all hate me. I just couldn't decide, so I left it undecided. *Runs away from angry mob* I know a lot of the technical stuff probably isn't accurate, but don't hurt me. Anyways, please review and let me know what you think. Oh yeah, I was thinking about writing a sequel that takes place later on when Hank gets out on parole, but I don't really have any ideas, so if you have any, please let me know.
Thank you: MissyJane, A Bloom, Emily, Melindotty, Sprinkles143, Franny, pdhtgal, i love johnny *hee hee, loco, Mia, Lisa, Silent Bob, kas, Jen, Fallen-Angel, adpi24, teej, Candance, Karen, AssortedJellyBeans, Mim, sertvs, drvvh, just a fan, Pagan, Gert, Sweet Preserves, Diana, CajunCutie, oOoOo, allikat, Kris, teej, Ally Sidle, Zarek, Sara Stokes, Sara Sidle Stokes, :.:.:, Lynn, undacoveragent9, Concrete Angel, alwaysforever, csi424, krisnina77
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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"Nick." Sara whispered into the darkness. "Nick." She said again, only this time a little louder. He didn't stir. "Nick!" She shouted and punched him in the arm.
"Ow! What was that for?" Nick replied groggily, still half asleep.
"I think it's time."
"Time for what?" He mumbled stupidly.
"Time for dinner, what do you think?" She asked sarcastically. "The baby."
At this Nick perked up. He turned to and looked at her as it registered in his brain. "Oh my God, the baby!" He jumped out of the bed and dashed across the room stubbing his toe on the dresser. He spent a few minutes hoping around on one foot and ended up tripping over a chair and landed with a loud thump on the floor.
"Anything I can do for you honey?" Sara called out, while Nick lay on the floor moaning.
"A stretcher would be nice."
He finally got up, and fumbled for a few minutes trying to find the light switch. Finally succeeding in completing his mission, he turned to look at Sara breathing heavily. "I'm cool." He said. "Come on. Lets go."
"Wouldn't you like to get dressed first?" She asked, glancing down at his boxers.
"We don't have enough time." He replied, running around the room, collecting random items.
"Nick! Calm down and relax. We have lots of time." She said, a slightly amused look on her face as she saw him tossed a lamp into the bag. He ran out into the hall and she could hear him collecting items from other rooms in the house.
She entered the kitchen a few minutes later as he was about to throw a can opener into the bag. "Nick honey, babies don't come in cans."
He glanced down at the can opener in his hand. "Uh right."
"Come on, let's go."
"We have to call everyone!" Nick said running to find a phone.
"Already done."
"What?"
"Yeah. While you were running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, I took the liberty of calling Catherine, who's going to call the rest of the team."
"Good. We better go." He said, ushering her towards the door.
"Nick. Please get dressed first."
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They reached the hospital in a quick 15 minutes and rushed towards the front desk in Emergency. "How can I help you?" The blonde nurse sitting behind the desk asked.
"My wife's having a baby." Nick practically shouted while trying to catch his breath.
"Ok, hold on one minute." She said, and paged a nurse. "How far apart are the contractions?"
"25 minutes." Sara replied.
Another nurse rushed towards them. "This is Nurse Able, she'll show you to your room and I'll send the doctor right up."
"Follow me." The nurse said, and she led them down the hall, towards the elevator.
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"Hi Sara, how are you doing?" The doctor asked, entering the room.
"Fine. All things considered." She replied, giving him a weak smile.
"How far apart are the contractions?" He asked Nick, who was holding a stopwatch.
"They're down to ten minutes."
"Ok. I think the baby's in a hurry to come out." He said, smiling. "It usually takes a lot longer than this. I'm going to go scrub up, while the nurses prep you." He said, and left the room.
"I'm starting to get really nervous." Sara said, looking up at Nick.
Nick, who was sitting on a stool beside her bed, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Everything's going to be fine."
"Yeah, you're right." She replied, giving him a smile.
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"Come on, we're almost done." The doctor said encouragingly. "One more push. There we go."
Sara finally loosened her grip on Nick's hand, which had now turned white from loss of circulation. They had been in the delivery room for 2 hours now and they were both exhausted.
"Congratulations. You are the parents of a beautiful baby girl." The doctor said as he brought the baby over for them to hold.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Nick asked as he reached out to touch her tiny hand. "She's my beautiful princess."
"What should we name her?" Sara asked.
"How about Miranda?"
"Miranda Elizabeth Stokes. I like it." She replied smiling.
"Me too." Nick said, wrapping one arm around her and the other around the baby.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but you said on the phone that you wanted to do a paternity test."
"Right." Sara said, glancing at Nick. "Can we do that now?"
"Sure, just give me about an hour, and I should have the results."
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"I'm terrified to know the results." Sara said, lying on the bed in her hospital room.
"You know what? Maybe we shouldn't see the results." Sara looked at him questionably. "I mean, whatever the results, we're still going to raise her the same. It doesn't make a difference if I'm her real father or not."
"Maybe you're right." She replied. "I'm afraid I'll treat her differently if she's Hank's."
"And whether I'm the father or not, I will always love her, because she's your daughter, and I love you."
"That's so incredibly sweet Nick." She said, as Nick leaned down ad kissed her softly on the lips.
The End
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A/N: I know, you all hate me. I just couldn't decide, so I left it undecided. *Runs away from angry mob* I know a lot of the technical stuff probably isn't accurate, but don't hurt me. Anyways, please review and let me know what you think. Oh yeah, I was thinking about writing a sequel that takes place later on when Hank gets out on parole, but I don't really have any ideas, so if you have any, please let me know.