Disclaimer: Beware of Spoilers for Season 4. In addition, these characters do not belong to me, nor does the whole Sam/Jim storyline as it stands now. All that belongs to me is the dialogue of what I think —might— happen. Also, some plot points in this story belong to me seeing how this was started on Friday December 5th after 'Pieces of You' (even though it was posted on the 9th) and even though I have no idea how the whole Jim/Sam plot is going to work out, this story is my idea. Plus, this is my first piece of Ghost Whisperer Fan Fiction so please be kind.

Author's Note—Okay, who's psychic? I'm psychic. I may have been wrong on the name but I just KNEW that 'Sam's fiancée would be a blonde. I just knew it…and with the cannon show taking an apparent turn for the worst just when I thought that things were going to get better, I'm so glad that I have this little fan fiction to keep my hopes alive—and now hopefully yours too.

And while a lot of you will be saddened to hear this but this is the last chapter. I had a tenth one planned but it just decided that it wanted to be a single chapter so here it is…the last chapter of a story which started more than a month ago. I do hope that you enjoy this last chapter and please leave a review if you can because this is your last chance to do so.

And now, without any further ado the last chapter of 'Commitment of the Heart'

Chapter Nine: Coming Together

"Push Melinda," Jim stated as he held his 'fiancée's' hand. "Push,"

"I am pushing!" Melinda yelled in agony. "Whoever said that a natural birth was the way to go…"

"…that was me dear," Faith said from her other side.

"And me," added Delia who was just behind Faith.

"Well this was a stupid plan," Melinda muttered through gritted teeth. "A very, very stupid…ARG!"

"You're almost there Melinda," the woman doctor assured. "I can see the head."

"You doing so well sweetheart," Beth, Melinda's mother stated with a smile.

"UGH!" was all that Melinda could see in response.

"I can see a shoulder," the doctor stated amidst Melinda's

"Come on darling," Faith stated with a smile. "Jim is watching you and he is so proud."

"I know!" Melinda cried as she gripped Jim's hand harder. "I know," she stated again as soon as the pain eased. Looking to the man beside her, Melinda was instantly comforted by Jim's presence even though it saddened her to know that Faith couldn't see that her son—or rather her son's spirit was still there with them. "I—ARGH!"

"I can see the shoulders," the doctor stated in a happy tone. "Two or three more pushes Melinda. You're doing great." And a few screams later, the sound of a babies cry pierced through the operating room. "Here you are," the doctor continued as she placed the little baby into Melinda's arms. "You have a very healthy baby girl."

"A girl…" Melinda whispered in awe as she glanced first to Jim and then to her mother.

"…a girl." Her mother echoed, knowing exactly was Melinda was worried about. The ability to see ghosts was something that all the women in Melinda's family had experienced and Beth had been terrified that her first grandchild would be a girl. And of course she was.

"Would the happy family like some privacy?" asked the doctor.

"Yes please," replied Jim and with that Melinda, Jim, Faith, Beth and Delia were left alone.

"Mom?" asked Melinda as she took her baby back from Jim who managed to hold her first. "Do you want to hold her?"

Beth smiled and held out her hands. "Of course," she stated quietly and with that Melinda handed over her newly born daughter to her mother who beamed instantly. "She's so tiny…" At that moment Beth looked up at her daughter but instead of the man she had been introduced to she saw her son-in-law standing there.

Knowing that it had to be her granddaughter doing something Beth looked down and the little baby had her eyes open slightly.

"Beth?" asked Faith. "Can I hold our granddaughter?"

"Sure," Beth replied in a trance like state as she handed the little one over to Faith. However the minute the baby touched Faith's arms she happened to look up at Sam, only instead of Sam she saw her son Jim—her dead son Jim.

"Faith?" asked Melinda as Delia took the baby from Faith and handed her back to her mother. "You alright?"

"I'm seeing things," Faith muttered.

"I'm seeing things," echoed Beth.

Then Delia, who had held the baby looked at Sam but like the others she saw Jim. "Oh my god…" she whispered as she blinked in surprise. "…Melinda you were right."

"Faith?" asked Jim not quite sure what his mother was staring at. Getting no response he put two and two together and played a hunch. "Mom?"

"Jim?" asked Faith.

"So you see him too," Beth muttered.

"Of course I see him," Faith shot back. "I just don't understand why I see him."

"Mom," Jim began as he walked to his mother's side. "I think that you better sit down."

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"Well?" asked Eli as Delia came out into the waiting room.

"Is it a boy?" asked Rick in a hopeful tone.

"Or a girl," added Eli. "It could be a girl 'cause Melinda and Jim—Sam didn't want to know the sex of their baby and—"

"Delia?" asked Rick as Delia sat down on one of the chairs. "What is it?"

"The baby…" Delia whispered. "…their baby."

"What about their baby?" asked Nick who had remained quiet until that moment.

"She…"

"She?" asked Eli with a grin. "Cool another ghost whisperer."

"What about the little girl?" Rick interrupted as he sat down beside Delia.

"She let me see."

"See what Mom?"

Delia looked to the men before her. "She let me see Jim, as he really is…"

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"So let me get this straight…" Faith began with her hands on her temples. "Melinda can see ghosts…and so can you Beth."

"That's right," Beth replied even though she didn't want to admit it.

"And Melinda has been helping ghosts all this time and when Jim—died—he went into Sam's body."

"That's right Mom."

Faith shook her head. "No. No this is crazy."

"Believe me," Jim began. "It's not that crazy."

"I know that it's a lot to take in Faith," Melinda began as she cradled her newly born daughter in her arms. "But it's real. Jim came back to all of us…and I guess our little darling here was the one who let you two see what I see."

"You mean you've always seen him as Jim?" asked Beth in shock.

Melinda shook her head. "No. Only after Jim regained his memory did I see the real him—and that was only after Gran came to me in a dream saying that the powers that be in the light wanted to reward me for all that I have been through…" Melinda paused and looked at her little baby. "I guess this little one inherited some of that gift. Who ever she touches will see Jim for who he really is."

"Speaking of our little one," Jim continued. "We need a name."

"Oh that's right…" Melinda stated her eyes brightening. "…what are we going to call you little one?"

"Didn't you guys discuss names?" asked Beth.

"Well of course we did," Melinda assured. "But none of them seemed right."

"Besides," Jim interjected. "We didn't know whether she would be a boy or a girl."

"We didn't want to know," amended Melinda with a smile.

"Knock, knock," stated the doctor as she came back into the room. "Mother and baby needs to get some rest."

"Oh," protested Melinda with a sigh. "But we don't know her name yet."

"We can name her later sweetheart," Jim assured as he took the little girl from her mother's arms. "Maybe you just have to sleep on it."

"Right." Melinda agreed as she forlornly watched her baby go. "Good night little one…"

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A couple hours later after both Melinda and the baby had gotten some rest they were reunited and together she and Jim tried to think up of a name for their little bundle of joy.

"I want her name to be something special…" Melinda stated as she fed her little darling.

"Any name that we give her will be special," Jim assured.

"I know," Melinda agreed. "But still. I want her name to mean something…I want her to be named after someone we love…"

"…so how about Danny?" suggested Jim. "After my brother...?"

Melinda nodded. "I thought about that just like I've thought about Mary Ann and Tessa…but none of them feel right."

"Well…" began Jim hesitantly. "…what about Andrea?"

"Andrea?" asked Melinda in surprise. The thought of naming her little girl after her former best friend hadn't even crossed her mind. "Oh…" she cooed as she looked down at her baby. "…my little Andrea…" Melinda paused and looked up at Jim with a huge smile on her face. "It's perfect Jim. Just perfect…"

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"Melinda?" asked Delia three months later. "You ready to go?"

Melinda shook her head. "No."

"Oh honey…" began Delia as she came into the room. "You look beautiful."

And it was true. Melinda did look stunning a simple yet elegant white gown. It was the day of her wedding to 'Sam' and she was even more nervous than she had been the first time. It was something intangible that had her on edge—and it was threatening to ruin her entire day.

"Melinda?" asked Delia again. "You okay?"

Melinda turned to look at her friend and matron of honour. "I just have a bad feeling."

Delia smiled. "Nothing is going to go wrong," she assured. "That Rebecca girl was last seen flying to Scotland for her new job…"

Melinda smiled. "I guess…"

"What are you sad that 'Sam's family isn't coming?" asked Delia with a raised eyebrow.

Melinda let out a nervous laugh. "No. God no... Sam—Jim didn't even send them an invite."

"Has he even talked to them at all?" asked Delia.

Melinda shook her head. "Just once, a couple days after he regained his memory… he told them that he was making a new life for himself here and that it unfortunately didn't involve them."

"Ouch," Delia replied with a wince. "How did they take that?"

"Not well," Melinda answered. "But he said that it wasn't fair to them having a son that couldn't, and maybe would never remember them. He told them that as far as they were to be concerned their son had died in that accident and that if one day his memory did return, he would contact them….but of course that will never happen."

"Well yeah," Delia agreed. "Now come on. Let's get you to the church."

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"Do you Sam take Melinda to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Jim, who would forevermore be publicly known as Sam smiled. "I do."

"And do you Melinda take Sam to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Melinda smiled. It would never sit right with her that strangers would be calling her beloved Jim by another name but so long as their close friends and family knew the truth then she really didn't care. "I do."

The minister smiled. "Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride…"

Jim and Melinda looked at each other and smiled. They were getting a second chance to be with their true love, which was something that no one or rather hardly anyone got to experience. And while they knew that life wasn't certain by any means—they had experienced that first hand—they knew that their path lay together and nothing was ever going to tear them apart again.

—The End—