A/N: Remember me? The girl who hasnt update in a while? Yeah, well im back. Chapter is a bit shorter than i normally would put up, but its just how the story rolled. Thanks so much for the amazing reviews. Despite the fact they took a LONG time to come through, because this site was wacked out for weeks! What was with that? Honestly! i dont think its completely fixed yet either, but i guess we'll have to survive!

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The door opened, and Sara stepped inside her and Nick's house for the first time in what seemed like forever. Nick was in front of her, his finger's laced through hers as he gently pulled her inside. He had just been released from hospital, almost 3 days since he had been shot, and she hadn't needed convincing when he had asked her to come home with him. She hadn't really left his side since she had arrived at the hospital, and he in turn had been unwilling to let her go.

Their relationship was still fragile, and both of them were putting in the effort to keep it from crumbling away.

Nick closed the door, and Sara was left to look around the home she had abandoned so many weeks ago, and was surprised at how much things looked the same. It looked as though nothing had changed since she had left. A pair of her shoes still sat at the door, one of her sweaters still hung over a chair, and a thin layer of dust covered the coffee table, where a mug she had used a lifetime ago still sat.

Stunned, she turned to face Nick, who instead, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and nuzzled her neck. She trembled slightly, and he held her more tightly to him.

"What's going on?" she questioned softly. "Why… it's like no one's lived here…"

Nick's lips brushed against her neck, and Sara shivered.

"I couldn't come here when you left," he admitted, his voice low against her neck. "Everything… it reminded me too much of you… and Emily… I just… couldn't deal with it."

Sara turned in his arms, and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning up to brush her lips against his. He deepened the kiss, the first passionate kiss they had shared since she had returned. It had seemed like forever, but his mouth still knew hers. He felt his arousal heighten, and his body began to ache for hers.

But she would have to initiate it. The last time he had, she had pushed him away, not ready. But this time, it didn't seem like she would. Her fingers quickly made work of the buttons of his shirt, her mouth never leaving his. His hands caressed her back, and he quickly pushed her into the bedroom, the back of her knees hitting the bed, as they both collapsed onto the mattress.

"I've missed you so much," he mumbled to her desperately, his lips attacking her neck. She whimpered, and pulled him up to kiss her again. Her lips were swollen, but he still kissed them with as much passion as he could muster.

"I missed you too," she whispered against his lips. His hands were removing her shirt, and within minutes, both had shed their clothes. Sara's fingers brushed over Nick's small bandage on his shoulder, stroking the healing wound through the material. Leaning up, she brushed her lips over it.

The reminder of what had happened, of what he had done.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he whispered to her, resting his forehead against hers. She nodded.

She'd never been surer of anything.

You're my survival, you're my living proof.
My love is alive not dead.

Sara woke later that night, to find the spot besides her bare. Disappointed, she slipped out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her, as she left the bedroom. Nick wouldn't have just left her alone. He was still here.

She searched the living room, kitchen, and the laundry. Her heart constricted when she worked out where he was, and she stepped inside the room cautiously.

Nick sat in the middle of Emily's room, legs crossed, just starring. She watched him for a minute, and when he didn't look up at her, she walked over to him, climbing into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, but didn't look at her.

They were silent for a while, before Nick finally spoke.

"I, uh, guess we need to start getting rid of this now, huh?" he choked out. "I mean… the baby's going to need a room, right?"

Sara tightened her grip on him, burying her face in his shoulder. He was trembling. This was hard for him.

"The baby could just have the study," she told him. "We don't… have to do this now…"

Nick shook his head. "It's not going to get any easier," he whispered. "The sooner, the better. The longer we put this off, the harder its going to be. We need to move past this. You're pregnant, Sar. We need to pull ourselves together, not just for our sake, but for the baby's as well."

Sara nodded. What Nick was saying was true.

Nick stood up, pulling Sara up as well, securing the sheet around her more tightly.

"When do you want to do this then?" she asked him softly. He hesitated for a moment.

"Today."

"Today?" Sara questioned, surprised. Nick nodded, and wrapped his arms around her, letting his hand come to rest on her abdomen.

"Emily was brought into this world to loving, supportive and happy parents," he breathed. "This child deserves everything Emily had. Even more. I don't want your pregnancy to be stressful, sweetheart."

"I don't want to erase Emily from our lives," Sara whispered sadly. Nick shook his head, and brushed his lips over her forehead.

"She'll never be erased," he said softly. "Never forgotten. I'll never forget her, regardless of what we do with her stuff. Will you?"

Sara shook her head.

"See?" Nick added. "She'll always be with us."

Sara buried her face in Nick's chest, and he gently stroked her bare back. This was a new beginning for them.

They'd clear Emily's room.

Wash the dishes.

Wipe down the coffee table.

Do the laundry.

And start to live again.

Together.

TBC...

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