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Someone was nudging his shoulder, and Nick immediately rolled away from the person responsible. However, a quick poke to his ribs woke him, and he sat up, a hand clutching his head as he fumbled with the lamp besides his bed.

"Sara…" he mumbled sleepily. "What's going on?"

He turned to face her, and her eyes were wide, scared.

"I… I think it's happening," she whispered, her voice trembling. She was sitting up in bed, one arm slung over her protruding belly, and her whole body was shaking. Immediately, Nick look at her in pure excitement.

"It's happening?" he asked her, just for clarification.

She nodded, her eyes wincing in pain. "And it hurts," she added.

Nick jumped out of bed, pulling on jeans and a shirt he had placed by his bed, just in case this happened during the night. He threw on a jacket, and went to grab his shoes, before he heard Sara called out for him.

"A little help?" she asked weakly, as she tried to get out of bed. Feeling like an idiot, Nick went to her, helping her out. She was still trembling, and it took them a while before they finally made it to the car, only stopping briefly to collect the small bag Sara had packed a week ago to take to the hospital.

Nick had taken the entire week off, the same week that was Sara's due date, just in case she went into labor. It was almost midnight now, and the roads to the hospital were relatively clear. He kept one hand on the steering wheel, and the other wrapped around Sara's hand, which gripped his tightly every so often when she experienced a contraction. They were coming in shorter and shorter intervals, meaning that Sara wouldn't be in labor for that long at all.

He pulled up at the hospital, and shot Sara a look.

"You ready, sweetheart?" he asked her softly. She nodded, and with that, Nick hopped out of the car, and went to help Sara out. She was breathing heavily, as another contraction rippled through her body.

But soon enough, they were in the hospital. Sara was placed in a room, and Nick was by her side, holding her hand as she continued to encounter more and more painful contractions.

The last 6 months had been a whirlwind of emotions for the both of them. They had both returned to work, and, in a bid to put what had happened behind them, and make a fresh start, they had bought a new home. A new home for new beginnings. It seemed that things were finally falling back into place.

Graeme Connor's had pleaded guilty, and had been sentenced to death, something nearly everyone in Las Vegas was pleased about, especially Nick and Sara. Justice had been served.

So the months had rolled by. Sara had gotten bigger, and an ultrasound had shown a very healthy baby. Nick and Sara had decided not to learn the gender of the baby, and left it to surprise.

As Nick sat in the hospital, he couldn't help but remember when Emily had been born. About how happy he had been, and how happy Sara had been. About how everything had seemed so perfect.

A tear rolled down his cheek. Half of happiness, and half out of sadness, and Sara reached up brushing the tear away. He looked at her in surprise.

"I should be the one comforting you, darlin'," he whispered to her, moving his own hand down to caress her cheek. Sara sniffed, but shook her head.

"Everything's going to be okay," she told him. He nodded, and leant down, brushing his lips over the crown of her head. She tensed, but not from his proximity, but from another contraction. Her head rolled back against the pillows, and Nick wiped the sweat of her forehead.

"So, what about names?" he asked her, trying to get her mind off her labor. She blinked and shook her head.

"I don't know," she admitted. "What do you want? Boy or Girl?"

Nick just shook his head. "Healthy," he told her, and she smiled.

"I love you," she said softly, and Nick leant down to brush his lips across hers.

"Love you too, darlin'."

Their words were cut short, as the nurse informed them that Sara had dilated 10 centimeters. Suddenly, Sara's breathing became faster, and she began to panic.

"Shhh," Nick told her gently. "It will be okay. We'll be okay. Everything will be okay."

He didn't know whether he was reassuring her, or himself. Everything was about to change again. He and Sara were going to have another chance at being parents. Their lives were going to change completely.

Emily had always wanted a little brother and sister, but he and Sara had never actually spoken about having more children. Now it seemed that she was finally getting what she wanted. Too bad she wouldn't be around to experience it.

Nick was pushed back to reality when a nurse called out 'Push!'. He grabbed Sara's hand tighter, shooting glances at her every so often, and pressing kisses to her forehead whenever she finished pushing.

Suddenly, a small cry filled the room, and Sara's head lolled to the side, exhausted, as the newborn was carried off to be clean, and as Nick looked over, he caught the first glance of his new baby.

His heart was beating fast as he glanced back at his wife, and she looked up at him, smiling happily, as he leant down and pressed hips lips fully against hers.

"So proud of you…" he mumbled against her lips. She let out a sigh, and as he pulled away, the new baby was handed to him.

"Congratulations," the nurse said, smiling as she handed over the tiny bundle. "You have a beautiful daughter."

"Oh God," Nick whispered softly, as his new daughter was placed in his arms. She looked up at him, with big brown eyes, and she looked so much like Emily, that, for a moment, Nick was transported back to when Emily was born.

"She looks… so much like Emily," Nick whispered. Sara arched her neck, trying to get a better look. Nick placed the baby in Sara's arms, and immediately, Sara's eyes filled with tears, and she ran a finger along the side of the baby's face.

"Hey baby girl," Sara cooed softly, as tears streamed down her face. She made no move to wipe them away, and instead, leant forward to press a small kiss to her daughter's forehead. She yawned, and Sara cradled her against her chest, smiling at Nick as she did so.

"What's her name?" she asked Nick. He was starring at the little girl, his eyes focused on the tiny bundle that he and Sara had created. A life that was now completely in their hands.

Was it wrong to feel both happiness and sadness at a time like this?

Sara was looking at him, asking him with her eyes what he wanted the little girl to be called. She wanted Nick to name her.

Nick's hand came forward, and he gently stroked his daughter's hair, letting his big fingers play with the tiny curls on her head. Everything about his new daughter reminded him of Emily, and all of sudden, it wasn't as sad as it used to be. Emily had been a part of his and Sara's life, and in doing so, she was a part of their new daughter's as well.

Just because she was gone, it didn't mean she would be forgotten.

"Faith," Nick whispered softly. "Her name is Faith."

Sara looked at him, her eyes wide and wet. "Faith?" she questioned. It was a beautiful name, but she felt that there was more to it than met the eye.

Nick picked up Faith from Sara's arms, and cradled her against his own chest.

"Yes," Nick said softly. "Faith. Because Emily never lost it."

His eyes locked with Sara's, and she gave him a small smile, before he looked back down at his daughter.

"And I hope she never does too."

The End.

Epilogue to follow.

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