June 18th, 2004
Week 8
It was like her whole world was crashing down around her. She couldn't be pregnant. The test had to be wrong. But it wasn't. Nor was the second test, or the third test, or the forth. What was she going to tell Ty? She had to though. She knew that.
She didn't want to be at work, get shot and loose the baby. Yes, the baby was a shock, but it was hers. It was apart of her and she wouldn't loose it. Ty may not have known, but Faith did. She had been utterly wonderful in helping Sasha with everything.
"Lt. Swersky...." Sasha walked up to the front desk.
"You're late, Monroe." He said.
"Yeah. I know." She said. Sasha had been throwing up all morning. "May I speak with you privately?" Swersky nodded.
"Sure." He led her to his office, "You've been late three times this week."
"I know, Sir." She said.
"What's your problem?" Swersky asked her. Sasha took in a deep breath.
"I'm pregnant." She said. Swersky stared at her and sighed.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yes, Sir." Sasha said, "I'm not sure what the procedure is for pregnant officers, but I want to work." Swersky nodded.
"Desk duty. Work on your reports. Work the front desk." He said. Sasha bit her lip and nodded.
"I can do it. I'm eight weeks along and I'm going to do anything to keep this baby safe." She said.
"I understand. Congratulations." Swersky said.
"Thanks." Sasha smiled weakly.
"Does Davis know?" He asked him. She shook her head.
"I'm not sure how to tell him." She admitted.
"Just tell him. The longer you with hold this information from him, the more mad he will be." Swersky told her. Sasha nodded slowly.
"I know that." She said.
"Why don't you take a few minutes and go talk to him?" He suggested. Sasha nodded.
"That might be best." She said, "Get it out of the way." Swersky patted her hand as she got up. He was right. She just needed to tell him. Sasha's heart was beating so loudly she thought the whole house could hear it. She walked up towards the locker rooms to find Ty standing at his locker.
"Hey there." Ty smiled softly at her.
"Hey." Sasha cleared her throat, "Can I talk to you for a moment?" Ty nodded.
"Sure. What's up?" He asked.
"I'm being put on desk duty for the rest of the year." Sasha said. Ty's eyes widened.
"What? What for?" He asked her. Sasha swallowed hard.
"Because I'm pregnant." She said. Ty stared at her. His knees felt weak. His head spun.
"What..." He managed to croak out.
"I'm pregnant and it's yours." Sasha said, "I don't care what you want to do, but I'm keeping this baby. It's mine."
"It's ours." He said sitting down.
"We'll see what you want to do before we put that moniker on it." Sasha said. Ty scrubbed his face with his hands staring at the floor. How could this happen? They had been careful. Right?
"I just..." Ty shook his head. Sasha crossed her arms.
"Are you mad?" She asked.
"I don't know what I am. This is kind of a shock." Ty said.
"No shit." Sasha said, "it kind of is for me too."
"I don't know if I can do this, Sash." Ty said. "Are you sure it's even mine?" Sasha's jaw dropped.
"You've got to be kidding me." She snapped. "Of course it's yours."
"It could be docs." Ty said.
"It's not." She growled, "It's yours. If you don't' want to be a part of it's life then fine. I don't care." With that, Sasha turned and left. Ty growled and kicked Bosco's locker. Oh god. He was going to be a father whether he was ready for it or not.
July 1st, 2004
Week 10
Ty felt sick to his stomach every moment of ever day. It wasnt' Sasha's fault as he shouldn't take it out on her, but he just wasn't ready to be a dad. But he was going to be a man and step up to his responsibilities. He had to.
"Ty, what are you doing here?" Maggie grinned when she opened the door.
"I love you too, mom." Ty said. Maggie laughed as she hugged her son.
"I love you, Tyrone." Maggie said, "So, what are you doing here?"
"I got myself into some trouble." He said. Maggie frowned.
"Come in and sit, young man." She said. Ty went into the living room and slump down on the couch. "Talk to me, Sweetheart."
"DO you know Officer Monroe?" Ty asked. Maggie searched her brain and then nodded.
"Pretty little black cop." She said and then frowned, "What happened? Is there something bad going down at the house?"
"Not that I know of." Ty rubbed his neck.
"Then what's the problem, Ty?" Maggie chuckled.
"I um..." Ty took in a deep breath, "I got her pregnant." Maggie froze.
"What?" She asked.
"Sasha's pregnant. I'm confused and I don't know what to do, ma." Ty said, "I'm so scared."
"So...this wasn't planned." Maggie said.
"No!" Ty said, "I don't know if I'm ready for this."
"Oh you sure as Hell better be ready for my grandbaby." Maggie said. Ty stared at her.
"What am I suppose to do?" He asked.
"You be a man." Maggie said. "Don't abandon my grandbaby. Don't leave Monroe hanging. You're scared but I bet you one hundred dollars that she is too. Assume the responsibilities, Son. I don't know what you want from me." Ty bit his lip. He could feel tears stinging the back of his eyes. He hated feeling like this.
"I just want you to tell me it's going to be all right." He said.
"Baby, It will be as long as you do what you have to." Maggie smiled patting her son's hand. Ty leaned over and buried his face into his mother's neck. "Oh, Baby. It's going to be all right. You're going to make a wonderful daddy." She wrapped her arms around him.
"How do you know that?" Ty asked.
"Because you're my son." Maggie said kissing him, "And I know I raised you right."
"I'm just scared. Petrified. Terrified." Ty said. Maggie laughed pulling back.
"I'm going to be a grandma, Ty!" Maggie grinned. "Boy!"
"Are you okay with that?" He asked.
"Oh, Ty. I'm wonderful with that." Maggie smiled. Ty exhaled. For some reason that was all he needed to hear. He needed to know his mother would be supportive with this whole thing. He needed to know she wasn't disappointed in him.