Disclaimer: I still don't own ER. There's one or two parts of this still to go, I'm not sure yet, I may just do an epilogue, hopefully will decide today. A day off work to catch up on writing, well that and sleep! Hope you enjoy! Reviews please.

Eyes meeting. Taking each other in. The world fading. Just them. Abby and Jacey leaving. Alone. All alone. Just them. Just them.

Rising to his feet. Standing. Surprise and pride overwhelming. Tears start to fall.

A few steps forward. Meeting in the middle. Just looking.

'Ray'

'Neela'

Then in each others arms. Holding. Clinging. Tears mingling.

Hands entwined in her hair. Deep breathe. Inhaling her scent.

Face buried in his chest. Deep breathe. Inhaling his scent.

Reassuring. Calming. Still here. Still exists.

Pulling apart. Gazing. Fingers entwining. Leading her to the table. Sitting down.

'How did you know?' fingers still joined. Her other hand resting on her stomach.

'That' he gestured 'that hand and orange juice not champagne'

'The wedding?' Fog starting to clear. Things starting to make sense.

'Yes. You were with Gates and then I saw. I noticed the way you were touching your stomach, everything made sense'

Fingers un-entwining. Hand reaching out to stroke his face 'But you were wrong'

Reaching up, covering her hand, eyes closing 'I know that now, but then it made sense. I'd closed the door on that night, it hurt too much' eyes opening 'why didn't you say anything?'

'I started to; I wanted to clear everything up so we could move on' she faltered 'but Hope interrupted. The next chance I got I looked for you, but you'd left' Would have prevented his accident. No truck. No amputation.

'Gates? I saw you with Gates'

'It was over long before that, he just wouldn't let go, I ended it completely that night'

A misunderstanding. A simple misunderstanding. Lack of communication. Horrific consequences. Amputation. Coma. Why hadn't they talked? Why hadn't he asked?

'Why didn't you tell me at the hospital?' Would have prevented her accident. He wouldn't have left. Neither would she. No rally. No injuries. No coma.

Eyes lowering. Eyes closing 'I'd caused you enough pain. I was going to give you some time and then tell you. I didn't want you dwelling on what you wouldn't be able to do with her, I wanted to let you recover some and then tell you. I was… I was scared you'd reject me'

A finger under her chin, raising her face, wiping the tears away 'Her?'

Meeting his eyes 'Her. Our baby girl, Ray' tears overflowing again.

A slow smile breaking, eyes briefly shutting 'Our baby girl.' Suddenly opening, panic ensuing 'Is she…?'

Smiling, reassuring 'She's okay. Stubborn they said. They did so many tests, they say there's no reason why she won't be okay'

Exhaling, smile rising again 'You and me, parents, Rasgotra'

Laughing 'I know, scary isn't it?'

Serious 'Yes, but you can't imagine how much I've dreamt of this' shakes his head 'our baby?'

Laughs again. Caressing his cheek 'Yes, our baby, you're stuck with my me now Barnett'

Eyes meeting, a look exchanged. Leaning closer. Hand on her cheek. Hers still on his. Closer. Closer. The briefest, lightest of touches. The sweetest of kisses. Slightly pulling back and then closer still. Firmer. Not passionate, comforting, reassuring, caring, loving. Parting. Eyes still joined.

Whispered words 'I never should have left'

'Neither should I'

'I felt guilty that I loved you not Michael. I felt guilty that I cheated on Tony. That I was never free to love you'

'You love me?' Eyes questioning.

Shy, timid smile 'I love you Ray, I always have'

Lips meeting again, more passionate. Saying what words can't. Pulling apart. Foreheads leaning together. Sighing.

'You don't know how long I've waited for you to say that'

'I think I do'

'Neela, I love you too, I don't know how to stop'

A big smile 'Good, because I don't want you to'

Another gentle kiss. She moves away. Confusion. She smiles. Stands, moves her chair beside him, sits again. Quizzical look. Picks his hand up and places it on her stomach. Momentarily closes his eyes. Happiness overwhelming. Eyes opening, meeting hers, smiling, loving. Leaning into him, enveloping her.

'Our baby'

His hand on the swell of her stomach. It all made sense.

Just them, just them.