I showered and dressed as quickly as possible, I was so anxious to get the day going. Owen was going to see his child for the first time, and I for the first time in weeks. The shirt I put on framed my little bump perfectly. And the funny thing was, I had been hiding it all this time. I wasn't ashamed of it, not one bit, but I did not want Owen to figure it out on his own. Now, I couldn't wait to show it off.

I was alone in the guest bedroom, just staring at myself in the mirror. I had been so wrapped up in the anxiety of telling Owen all these weeks that I hadn't really taken the time to notice my tiny human growing.

"Hi baby," I said turning to the side with tears in my eyes, "Your daddy and I can't wait to see you...hold you."

Suddenly Owen came up behind me.

"You got that right." He said putting his hands on my shoulders and looking in awe into the mirror with me.

I let out a small laugh, a little embarrassed and wiped my tears away.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Absolutely."

Owen and I drove separately to the hospital, not knowing when either one of us would get off work. Our days could be so unpredictable and there was still so much going on in regards to the horrific wind storm.

We headed to OB holding hands on the walk, in the elevator and it felt like old times. I was simply hand in hand with my best friend. Only now we were accompanied by a tiny someone who was half me, and half him. Sometimes I still had trouble wrapping my mind around it, it was mind blowing. After all these years, we were having a baby together.

"Just breathe," Owen said to me, noticing how tightly I was gripping his hand.

"This is just-" I started.

"I know." Owen smiled.

"We're going to see our baby." I said, starting to cry again of course.

"I know. And it's going to be just fine, you'll see. She's happy and growing in there and soon we'll have her in our arms." Owen said beaming.

"She?" I asked, confused.

"I know it's going to be a girl," Owen said, "I just have a feeling and my gut is always right."

I gave him a little snort.

"Well, almost always." He laughed, and I did too.

Before I knew it I was lying down, pulling up my shirt while Carina DeLuca squirted cold gel on my stomach.

"Okay Dr. Altman, lets get started," Carina said smiling, starting to move the probe around.

I stared intently at the monitor and within thirty seconds there it was, there she was, or he. I would be happy with whatever we had but, I was with Owen, my gut was telling me I was looking back at a girl, our baby girl.

"And here we go," Carina said, pointing on the monitor, "Your little baby, perfect for 16 weeks."

Owen started crying, I wasn't too far behind him. Our baby was healthy, moving around and growing by day. Once Carina turned up the volume for us to hear the heartbeat, that was it, we both completely lost it.

"Do you want to know the sex of the baby? At this point my answer is about 80% accurate." Carina asked.

I looked up at Owen.

"It's up to you." Owen nodded towards me.

I looked back at Carina, and took a breath.

"Tell us." I smiled.

"Congratulations Dr. Altman, Dr. Hunt, its a baby girl."

We were right, he was right. God, why was he always right. But we were having a girl. Owen and I would have a daughter.

"Allison," I whispered to myself and rubbed my belly as I laid down to go to sleep that night.

Allison would be our daughters name. Allison was my person, my best friend before Owen, and had died in the second tower. I'd be damned if I didn't carry on her amazing legacy. I knew that Owen would be on board, I talked about Allison all the time in Iraq, I mean, she was the reason I went there in the first place. And if it wasn't for Iraq I would never have met Owen and if I had never met Owen, I wouldn't be bringing my daughter into this world in about 5 months. This was fate, this was how it was supposed to happen.