Kim Zambrano walked into a firehouse, much like her own, but also very different. She didn't know many of these people, she didn't know the furniture, the smell of the food being cooked on the stove, and she didn't know who these people were laughing about. She instantly missed her firehouse. DK, Walsh, Carlos, and Levine; they were all family to her. Jimmy should be there, not here, not with people that she didn't trust with the man she loved. Kim was here for one reason, and that was to see Jimmy.

"Hi, I'm looking for Lt. Doherty," Kim said to a man with the name Ashter on his chest.

"He's upstairs, mam, in his office," Ashter told Kim before adding, "by the way, I'm Joe."

"Hi, Joe, I'm Kim…Kim Zambrano, Jimmy's ex…um, wife, um…" Kim stuttered on to a smiling Joe.

"Yeah, I kind of figured, besides, that's how Jimmy gets when he tries to explain you," Joe said to Kim. Kim instantly took a liking to Joe, and she could see why Jimmy liked the guy. He was nice enough, and he was very nice to her.

Kim walked up the sturdy stairs and knocked on the closed door.

"Come in," Jimmy said, sounding professional.

Kim opened the door to see Jimmy with his hand on his forehead looking over paperwork. Jimmy never liked paperwork. He was a hands-on kind of guy. That's why he wanted to be a firefighter. If he wanted to look over paperwork, he would be in a different profession. The sight made Kim stop dead in her tracks. She loved to see him that way, forehead wrinkled, and managing to look frustrated, angry, and drop dead gorgeous all at the same time.

"Jimmy?" Kim asked, suddenly worried that he wouldn't be happy to see her.

Jimmy looked up and Kim saw the loving smile with his trademark dimples and scolded herself for thinking that he would be angry that she came to see him. He stood up and grabbed her, holding her close to him.

"Kimmy! It's so good to see you. I've been thinking about you all day," Jimmy said, his mood changing at the mere fact of seeing her. He kissed her before putting her down again.

"This is a pleasant surprise! Everything is okay, right?" Jimmy asked, sudden panic hitting him. Was it Joey? No, she wouldn't be so casual about that. She would be in hysterics if something had happened to their son.

"No, Jimmy, it's not Joey. He's fine," Kim said, smiling as she read his mind. When it came to Joey, she could always tell what he was thinking.

"I came to tell you something important, though," she continued, in her mind trying to figure out just how to tell him that there was another baby on the way.

Jimmy sat down on the couch in his office and patted the space right next to him, urging Kim to sit down. He loved when she got nervous, rambling on about nothing and something all at the same time. Kim sat down and turned so that she could look him in the eyes as she spoke.

Memories of telling him about Joey were swirling around in her head, and just thinking about his reaction was tearing away at the lining in her stomach.

"Kimmy, what is it?" Jimmy asked, starting to get impatient with her silence.

"Jimmy, I'm pregnant," Kim spit out, all her rehearsed monologues about her being pregnant with his child going to hell.

She searched his face for some kind of reaction, happiness, sadness, anger, whatever kind of emotion would be good at this point.

"I'm going to be a dad? Again?" Jimmy questioned, a smile that was so sincere, so loving she wanted to cry on the spot.

"Yes, Jimmy, you're going to be a daddy again," Kim said, the tears that were before threatening to fall flying down her face now.

Jimmy stood up, bringing Kim with him, kissed her than hugged her hard.

"I love you Kimmy, I love you so very much," Jimmy whispered in her ear, meaning each and every word he said.

"I love you too Jimmy," Kim replied, crying freely because of the thought of having another child with Jimmy.

Jimmy pulled away, and asked her something that was eating away at him.

"So, who's going to tell Joey?"

"You and me, Jimmy, you and me," Kim said, grabbing Jimmy in another hug and thanking God that they had given each other a second chance at happiness.