A blood clot had momentarily stopped his heart, a complication from surgery. When they revived him, it brought him out of his slumber. Like resurfacing from being underwater, he caught his breath, gasping for air. People stood on either side of him, examining and prodding. Fear started seeping in. He was alert and felt his senses heightened. He heard her before he saw her, her voice pacifying him.

"Greg? Greg? Can you hear me?" She placed her hand on his arm, rubbing it gently. Instinctually, he looked at her grabbing her hand.

"Morgan," his voice was weak. "Morgan." He pulled her closer repeating her name as her forehead met his.

"Greg. Thank God you're okay," she whispered as he kissed her over and over taking her in. For a moment, they were the only people in the world until they heard Russell clear his throat, bringing them back to reality. Simultaneously, they looked up and pulled apart, embarrassed about being exposed.

"Glad to have you back," Russell said stepping forward. Greg smiled and nodded thanking him. Russell eyed the couple curiously. "Well I'll give you two some time alone. I need to be going anyway, just wanted to check up on you, Greg. Morgan, I'll see you later." Russell winked at her as he shook Greg's hand.

After his exit, Morgan turned to Greg. She was about to speak when she saw how tired and worn down he looked. She wanted to talk to him, to further calm her fears, but she didn't want to burden him after all he had been though. It could wait. All that mattered was that he was awake. He was there. He was alive.

A week had passed. Greg had been put on bed rest to mend, and their lives begin to return to some sense of normalcy. But Morgan could feel the anxiety building up inside her. Every time she opened her mouth to tell him, it felt dry and the task of speaking impossible. Now she had a doctor's appointment scheduled for next Friday and no idea how to broach the subject before then. They laid in bed together, spooning, his arm resting protectively against her stomach. She heard his soft snores coaxing her to also sleep, but her mind raced and her pulse quickened. Tomorrow, she decided before drifting off to sleep. She would tell him tomorrow, somehow.

Greg may have been on some major painkillers, but he wasn't oblivious. Morgan hadn't been her usual self since his attack. She seemed distracted and brushed off his advances, claiming he needed time to heal. He was a grown man who knew exactly what he needed: his girlfriend back. He racked his brain thinking about what could have caused the sudden change when it occurred to him that he had never told her that he loved her. He had thought it a million times but had yet to verbalize it, always waiting for the perfect time. Which would have been at the hospital after he woke up, or any time in the week since. Shit. He had screwed things up. He had to make it right. He knew what he needed to do. He picked up his phone and dialed.

"Hey Sara," he said after she answered,"I need your help."

Morgan's shift had been particularly brutal that night. Triple homicide, including a two year old, and more blood than her stomach or nerves could handle. In addition to that, her dad wanted to talk to her about some rumors that had been floating around the office. Too exhausted to confirm or deny anything, she agreed on a time to meet the next day and set out to go home and deal with the next hurdle she had to overcome: telling Greg.

The apartment was dark when she came home, and she assumed Greg was already asleep. She opened the bedroom door and was surprised to find flickering candles covering every nook and cranny left in the room. Roses petals littered the floor and bed, and soft music begin to play in the background. She felt his arms surround her from behind and his lips caressing the bottom of her neck.

"Does the fire marshall know about this?" she teased turning around to embrace him. "What's going on? What is all this?"

"This is me telling you I love you, Morgan." He held her smiling, gazing deep into her eyes. "This is me telling you I will always love you. This is me asking you to be my wife." He pulled a small box from his pocket and gingerly knelt down on one knee. Opening the box, he asked, "Marry me?"

Morgan stared at the ring, dumfounded. She opened her mouth to say yes but, instead, blurted out what had been on her mind all week. "I'm pregnant."