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Warning: This takes place in Season 12, so if you don't know what happens it will ruin everything.

Anyway, I want to thank Eva Cale (Bel Vezer) for her support and help with this fic. English isn't my main language so I do apologize for any mistakes I might've missed. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Please review!

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I open my eyes and find myself laying on the couch. Luka's warm breathe is on the back of my neck, a small smile spreads through my face in the recollection of the previous events. The room is dark now, I'm not even sure how long we've been laying here just holding each other. The light from the street lamp creeps through the blinds illuminating the couch briefly. I turn around slowly to look at Luka, doing my best not to wake him. He looks so peaceful now, as he has found in his dreams whatever makes him happy. He has a smile across his face. His arms tighten around my waist, and his eyes open slowly. He closes them again trying to adjust himself to the darkness in the room.

"Hi." I whisper.

"Hi. How long have we been sleeping?"

"I'm not sure." I prop myself on my elbows trying to gaze at the clock in the VCR. "It's 7:30. I think we had some good sleep. Did you actually sleep well?"

"Yeah, that was great. Can't remember when I've slept so well, though now we are going to have a problem going back to sleep."

"I know." I turn around to look at him. I place myself once again in his embrace, the safest place I've ever known. He let's out a sigh and I know he's thinking of something important.

"Sometimes I wonder what would've happen if I hadn't left to get some food. Or if I'd taken Jasna with me as she wanted. She would probably be alive. Or what could've happened if instead of spending hours doing CPR on Jasna I would've stopped Danijela's bleeding. There are so many possibilities available... So many what if's... I don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering what if..." Oh God, I know it was bad, but I never thought he had to go through that as in watching them die in front of him. "As soon as I realized I was by myself I kept asking God why did I live? Why wasn't I dead like them? And then it happened again in Congo, why did I survive when the rest died? I keep surviving, living... the struggle most people endure have no meaning, no reason. I can't find a reason why a kid dies after being kidnapped for months and then the culprit lives. So many bad things happen..."

His words hang in the air, filling the room as if their expecting an answer, the reason. I don't know why. I wish I knew.

"You're right. There is no reason why those things happen, at least none that will make anyone feel better. But then again there are so many good things that also happen for no reason. Who would've thought I'd be in your arms again, like this after all this years? Who would've thought we are going to be having a baby in 6 months? Good and bad things happen. I know that now, you don't have to look a reason for them to happen... You just have to learn that no matter what, something good might come out of the worse situations. I'm not glad, happy or pleased your family died, or Sydney died... or any of the bad things for that matter, but I am happy we are here, holding each other... Together."

"I'm glad too. And I'm really happy we are together as well." Once again silence fills the walls within his living room.

"I never thought you'd turn out to be an optimistic on this matter." I know he's smiling now.

"Once in a while I can be. When things don't seem to be crumbling down on me. Just wait until I'm 8 months pregnant, my feet are swollen and I can't even get up from the couch, then we can discuss it. Or even better when I'm 10 centimeters dilated and I have to push."

"It's all worth it, once you can hold him or her, nothing else matters."

"I know that. I wish we could just skip the part were I'm going to be in pain."

"Are you going to want pain meds?"

"I don't know. I haven't given it much thought. If I feel I can go through it without any then I will. I don't want to take unnecessary medication if I can prevent it."

"Ok. That's fine by me, I just don't want you to suffer. Either way, I'll be there holding your hand."

"Yeah, well... I can start squeezing it now, just for practice." I'm grinning now.

"No, you're not! I have to work tomorrow and I need my hand fully functional."

"You know sometimes I think I'm dreaming. That none of this is real and I'll wake up in my bed all alone... by myself." I sigh.

"Ok, that sound more like the Abby I know and not the optimistic one."

"Very funny. I'm not kidding."

"I know. I'm real, this is real. We are together and you can be happy".

"I hope so..." Suddenly my stomach grumbles.

"Don't tell me you're hungry again..."

"I've been since I've woken up, but I'm too cozy to even move. And I'm also tired. I don't feel like getting up."

"Is that a request for me to get you some food?"

I don't reply. I turn around and look at him straight to the eyes. Their glittering in the darkness of the room. Sometimes I wonder if they change color depending on his mood. I swear I think they're green sometimes, but other times they seem blue. I hope our baby has his eyes. I can dive in the deepness of his eyes and be happy, only by looking at them. In a quick move I kiss him on the lips.

"If you order some pizza the baby and I will be more than thankful."

"Pizza? You'll need to be more careful with what you eat."

"I know, but I'm craving pizza. Please!" My pout seems to succeed as he sighs. Gets up from the couch, walks to the phone and makes the call.