A/N- Hi all! Sorry about the wait, I honestly am trying my best to update quicker, but anywho, here's another one for ya :)

He missed it. He missed her. He missed going to bed and waking up beside her. But most of all, he missed her love. Not just the kind of love that they made, but the real love. The love that showed when she would hold him at night, after a rough day, or vice versa, the love that showed when she would break her tough exterior and open up and tell him what was really wrong, or the love that showed when they would curl up with one another in the back of her jeep, gazing at the stars that twinkled up above. He missed it.

And now, here he sat, once again in Jules' hospital room, awaiting an answer that had the potential to literally change his life. He glanced up at Jules, waiting for her to say something. Anything. He had been seated for a good two minutes, and it had been nothing but pure silence. Jules simply glanced back at him.

Sam decided he needed to begin. So did Jules. They spoke at the same time, like in one of those tacky love movies. Sam gave a nervous chuckle.

"Jules," he tried again, this time speaking solo. "I thought I should come in, I kinda saw Steve leaving.." he trailed off awkwardly.

"Yeah." She whispered, ducking her head.

Sam felt horrible. Even the first time she had been shot, he hadn't seen her this vulnerable, this cracked wide open, metaphorically.

"So…"

"So." She responded weakly.

"Jules." Sam sighed, rubbing his hands through his hair. He was done with the beating around the bush. This has been going on for long enough, quite frankly, he was sick of it. "Are they mine?" Way to be subtle Braddock.

*flashpoint*

What a night this had been for Julianna Callaghan. She just broke Steve Morgan's heart, and now she had the man that she really loved, deep down mind you, sitting in front of her, was about to have his life shattered.

Just as it went with Steve, she had no time what so ever to prepare for this. She cared about Sam, with all her heart, she really did. But a baby? Make that two babies? This was too much for her to ask of him, sure, it's half of his fault, but it's also half hers and she was tough, she could make it right?

Well, she sure wasn't acting tough at the moment, and she knew it. She also didn't like it. So, Jules sat up as straight as she could, wiped the tears away from her sore, red eyes, sniffled, attempting to clear her nose and looked Sam right in the eyes.

"Are they mine?"

Be clear, loud voice, don't be a coward Jules. You can do this. She gave herself a mental pep talk, took a deep breath and began.

"Sam, so much has happened in the past two days, I've never felt so lost in my life, and no matter how much I think about, I just don't know what to do. I just don't know.." She trailed off, taking another deep breath to get herself back on track. "So to answer your question, yes, the babies are yours and mine."

Sam's head shot up, returning Jules' stare. At first he said nothing, just pure… well he didn't really know what emotion was portrayed on his face, but whatever it was, Sam would have been the poster child for it.

"Wow."

Jules watched him nervously, observing his behaviour as her police skills kicked in. "A good wow or a bad one?"

Sam couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. "That was a good wow, definitely a good one." He continued to smile in amazement at Jules, who couldn't help by smile back.

"Good." She said, blushing the slightest.

This was most definitely not how they imagined this to turn out. Jules hadn't expected herself to welcome Sam back into her life so easily but it was those eyes, that hair, his smile, himself, she couldn't resist. That love that she had always felt, that was buried so deep down, was finally surfacing, floating to the top, being greeted with open arms and a sense of warmth.

Sam continued to gaze admiringly at Jules, Jules still returning it. Sam's eyes fluttered down to her stomach that was hidden behind the thin fabric of the hospital gown.

"Can-can I?" he asked.

Jules happily nodded her head yes. She moved her hands to the gown and gently lifted it from her torso, revealing the miles of gauze that was tightly wrapped around her chest and breasts, protecting her wound, but more importantly showing the barely visible bump that was contently situated inside her stomach.

"Oh my god." Sam whispered to no one in particular as he placed his hands on her stomach. He looked at Jules once again, and this time they both laughed, a joyous, happy laugh. One that neither of them had let out in a long, long while.

"Jules…" He was at a loss for words.

"I know, I'm carrying our babies!"

Sam held Jules' gaze as he slowly started to move his hands away from her stomach, past her hips, up her side until he cupped her face in his hands. He leaned his head in slowly, looking to Jules' for permission, Jules slowly nodded her head. Sam placed his lips on hers, feeling a feeling that he had missed so much.

It wasn't urgent, or frantic, it was slow and amazing. Just simply amazing.

As they broke apart, Jules lifted her hand up and placed it on Sam's. They lost track of how long they stayed like that, all either one of them knew was that they never wanted to move.

It was quite some time later when Sam broke the silence.

"Why don't you get some sleep sweetheart?"

"Sammy, you have no idea how tired I am of hearing those words?"

"What words? 'Sweetheart?' Because if anyone else is calling you that, I'll have a talk with them babe."

"Ha ha. You're oh-so-hilarious Sam." She said sarcastically.

"I try." Sam chuckled.

"I'm tired of being told to go to sleep. How about I sleep when I want to sleep!"

"Well, how about I lay right here beside you. Then will you sleep?"

Jules considered this. "Sure." She smiled as Sam shifted his position to lie beside her. He wrapped an arm around her and they both drifted off.

*flashpoint*

It was roughly around nine in the morning by the time Jack Callaghan and the two brothers woke up. It wasn't the most pleasant sleep they had ever had, but as long as they could be there for their daughter and little sister, it didn't matter.

Jack sat up and stretched. He let out a rather loud yawn, unintentionally alerting the nurses in the waiting area that he was up. A young nurse, one that they didn't recognise approached them.

"Good morning." She said cheerfully. "Are you three with Julianna?"

"Yes ma'am." He answered in his rough, farmer voice.

"Well she was up quite early this morning so I imagine you can go see her now."

"Thank you nurse." Robbie spoke up.

The men rose from their chairs, stretching their stiff and aching bones.

"Let's go see Jewel."

They walked down the hallway, checking room numbers as they past, looking for Jules. They reached the fifth room on the left, lightly tapped on the door and entered.

They all stopped dead in their tracks as they saw Jules lying in the arms of Sam Braddock.

Jules and Sam rubbed the sleep out of their eyes, as they realized just who was standing in the doorway.

Not one of them will ever forget that awkward silence.

"Hi dad…."

"Julianna, my dear, you have a lot of explaining to do."

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