Authors Note: This takes place about six months after 'Hiding in the Light'. A case is involved, but the story focuses on Martin, Samantha, and their upcoming baby.

At seven am, Samantha sat at the kitchen table attempting to eat a bagel. She knew she'd be lucky if she could keep it down; apparently her baby wasn't a big fan of breakfast foods. In the past month alone, she'd given up orange juice, English muffins, French toast, and bananas. But so far, the bagel and milk seemed to be agreeing with her.

"You're up already?" Martin asked as he walked into the kitchen tying his tie.

"I couldn't sleep. It seems our baby thinks its fun to kick my organs." Samantha said as she took another bite of her bagel.

"You should rest; maternity leave isn't just because you're too big to go to work." Martin said jokingly and kissed the top of her head.

"That's funny." Samantha said as she stood up and walked toward the sink to wash her plate. Martin sipped his coffee as he rummaged though the newspaper.

Martin moved in with Samantha about three months into her pregnancy and within a month, they were engaged. Samantha was in her seventh months and was anxiously waiting the arrival of the baby. They had found out a couple months ago that the baby was a girl, but they had yet to agree on a name.

"What about Paige?" Samantha asked as she walked back toward the table.

"Paige? Maybe for a middle name."

"Oh." Almost everyday they asked each other about possible names. They had already vetoed 'Elizabeth' because Sam thought that 'Elizabeth Fitzgerald' was a mouthful, and she was afraid people would call her 'Lizzy Fitzy.' Sam put a hand on her growing belly as the baby kicked. "Ouch."

Martin looked up at her, startled, "What is it? Are you okay?" he walked over to her.

"I'm fine. The baby is just kicking. Here, feel." She felt for the painful spot and replaced her hand with Martin's. "Can you feel it?"

"Yeah," Martin said softly, "Wait, what's this?" He said as he felt around the spot where the baby had kicked.

"What's what?" Samantha put her hand under Martin's; she felt a tiny bomp-bomp-bomp. "That's where the heart is."

Martin smiled at Sam and kissed her. Martin's cell phone rang. They both sighed as Martin went to answer the phone, which seemed to always be interrupting them.

"Fitzgerald… Okay…yeah…I'm on my way." Martin hung up his phone and went searching for his jacket.

"What is it?" Sam asked walking toward his jacket and handed it to him

"Thanks. I have to go to the office." Martin replied

"Oh. Say 'hi' to everything for me." Even though Sam liked resting at home, she still missing going to work and seeing her friends.

"Sure. I'll see you later." Martin leaned over and kissed Samantha on the cheek. "Get some rest. I love you."

"I love you too. See you later." In this line of work, "later" could be anything from twelve hours to forty-eight hours. Martin smiled apologetically as he left; Sam knew that he felt guilty for leaving her each morning. She didn't really mind, but she knew it would be even harder on him once the baby came.

Sam walked toward the baby's room that used to be a guest room. Not that Samantha ever had any guests when she lived alone. The walls were painted off-white and the wooden floor had a light pink rug in the middle. A changing table beginning to be filled with diapers and changing supplies was on one side of the small room, and a crib filled with pink blankets was on the other side. A dresser was leaning against the third wall which was also beginning to be filled with baby outfits. The baby was expected to come in the second week in November. Samantha walked toward a box in the middle of the room that held the contents of a yet-to-be-assembled playpen and moved it next to the dresser. She couldn't believe was really having a baby, she had never thought of herself as maternal. She was equally scared and excited for the baby to come, but Martin was ecstatic. Samantha was beginning to feel tired again, and crawled back into bed.