Disclaimer: See others. The only new people in this chapter are Nick and Marie and they're mine. And Samantha is mine, but I'm not sure if I mentioned that yet because this is the first time she's actually appeared in the story. Whatever.

Author's Note: The ending is a little weak, but I'm not quite sure what goes on in the maternity ward or how something like that would work. I tried my best. Enjoy!

"It's a girl!" the doctor said. The small, mucusy baby with the tuft of brown hair on her head screamed. She was very little, but she was beautiful. Her name was Samantha Marie Boscorelli. The doctor handed the tiny girl to her mother Sarah as her father Maurice looked on in pride. They cooed over the child with the big green eyes. That was the only big thing about her. She was born three weeks early, but she was healthy. That was all the proud parents could ask for.

"Do you wanna hold her, Maurice?" Sarah asked Bosco, after the baby had sat on her chest for a few minutes. He nodded, still in awe over his daughter. Sarah carefully lifted Samantha into Bosco's waiting arms.

"Am I doin' it right?" he asked quietly. The baby wiggled in his arms, but had stopped crying. She gazed up into his face and right then Bosco knew that she would have him wrapped around her little finger.

"You're doing just fine, honey," Sarah replied. There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Sarah called. Sarah's parents, Nick and Marie, Bosco's mother, Rose, and Faith entered the room. They immediately surrounded Bosco and Samantha.

"Oh Maurice," started Rose. "She's so beautiful."

"Sarah, honey, I'm so proud of you," said Marie.

"She's perfect," said Nick.

"Look at those eyes!" exclaimed Faith. They said all this at once.

"Guys!" Bosco said. Samantha was beginning to get agitated and he could feel it. "Relax! You're scaring her."

"Sorry, baby," said Rose. "So does she still have the name you decided on?"

"Yep," Sarah spoke up. "Samantha Marie Boscorelli. It's perfect for her."

"Sorry folks," spoke up the doctor. They had forgotten she was in the room. "We have to take her away for a while. Make sure she's really healthy." Bosco parted through the crowd of proud grandparents and Faith and placed Samantha in the little glass crib. Everyone watched as they wheeled her out of the room. "The rest of you, meaning anyone here whose name isn't Sarah," the doctor said, "needs to leave the room so we can also take care of the mother." They reluctantly left the room, kissing Sarah on the way.

"Did you notice her middle name, Marie?" Bosco asked once they were in the waiting room.

"I did, sweetheart. Thank you," replied Sarah's mother. Bosco heard his cell phone ring and excused himself from the group. He walked to the end of the hall where he figured he was out of earshot before he answered.

"Hello?" he said. Then he heard it again. He heard the breathing.

"How did you get this number?" he demanded. This is the first time the caller had called his cell phone. For a moment, there was nothing as usual.

"I just wanted to say congratulations on your new baby girl, Boscorelli," came a sickeningly sweet male voice. Then there was a dial tone. Bosco stared in shock at his phone. Well, now he knew it was a man. How did the man get his number? And why did he decide to talk now? The only reason he could know about Samantha was….

Bosco dashed down the hallway towards where the newborns were being held. As he got closer to the nurses station, he saw a female nurse talking to two security guards. The three of them glanced up as they saw him run towards them.

"I'm looking for my daughter, Samantha Boscorelli," he said out of breath. "Did something happen?"

"I don't know how you knew something happened, sir, but your daughter is fine," said the nurse.

"Apparently someone tried to break into the newborn wing, but one of the nurses saw him coming in and screamed and scared the guy away," said the shorter of the two security guards.

"The nurse said she walked in to check on the babies and she said she found the man standing over one of the babies. Samantha Boscorelli," said the other one. "We've had men standing at every entrance to the hospital, but we've found no one matching the man's descriptions."

"Can I see my daughter?" Bosco asked shakily.

"Yes you can. Follow me. She's just fine, I assure you," the nurse replied. The nurse handed Bosco an apron and led him over the glass bassinette where Samantha was. Just like the nurse said, she was alright. She was fast asleep and had no idea about what had just about happened. Bosco wasn't quite sure what was going on or who had tried to abduct his daughter, but he would be damned if he didn't find out.