A/N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, alerts and favorites - it means a lot.
This chapter deals with Andy telling Sam that she's pregnant, and the rollercoaster ride that she's on waiting for him to get home from work. I hope you'll enjoy it, and leave me a couple of sentences in the box at the bottom of this page ;)
[chapter two]
An hour later, Andy and Traci are sitting in her doctor's office.
She is pulling the sleeve of her blouse down after Dr. Hale has taken a sample of her blood to see if she indeed is pregnant.
"The home pregnancy test that you took is only ninety-seven percent accurate, while a blood test is much more accurate," her doctor tells her tapping away at the computer.
"I just don't..," Andy fiddles with her fingers in her lap before looking up at Dr. Hale. "We've been careful. I mean, I'm on the pill!" she persists despite the fact that both her doctor and Traci have spent the past five minutes reminding Andy that her birth control pills are only ninety-nine percent effective.
"Are you in a relationship, Andy?" Dr. Hale asks.
"Yes." She answers with a nod of her head. "We got back together about five months ago."
"I see," the doctor takes in the information with a smile. "So, he's in the picture?" she asks.
"Very much so," Andy answers. "I don't want to seem like this would be the worst news imaginable, because it wouldn't," she tells Dr. Hale. "It's just not exactly what I had thought would be our logical next step."
"Life has a way of sneaking up on us like that."
"Do you ever think about kids?" Andy had asked one late evening, the two of them lying on the couch together; Andy with her back pressed up against Sam's front with him sifting his fingers through her brown tresses.
"Kids?" Sam asked ceasing his caress.
Andy nodded her head small. "Yeah, I mean, it's always been in the abstract for me, but I don't know..," she shrugged her shoulders. "Lately, I've just been watching Traci with Leo, and thought 'when'."
"You propositioning me here, McNally?" Sam quipped, which earned him a slap on the knee.
"Be serious, Sam," she admonished him, actually wanting to talk seriously about the topic of conversation.
Wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind and kissing her on the side of the head, Sam apologized silently. "It's just never come up."
Turning her head slightly, so she could watch his face, Andy asked incredulously, "Never?"
The disbelief in her tone of voice made Sam raise his brows up high. "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"I just..," Andy licked her bottom lip before tucking her head underneath his chin again. "I guess, I just figured you'd made a choice about whether or not to have kids since you're…"
"You'd better watch your mouth, McNally," Sam warned her teasingly making her scoff.
"It's not that you're old..," she started to say, but was cut off by a loud cough sounding from behind her.
"Care-ful," he playfully dug a finger into the side of her stomach, which elicited a loud squeal from Andy.
"I've just been wondering," she softly told him after the laughter died down.
"Never found the right woman," Sam suddenly said making a shiver run down Andy's spine.
Turning around in his arms again, she looked at him with curious eyes. "And now?" she wanted to know.
With his tongue-in-cheek grin plastered all over his face, Sam gave her his silent answer to her question with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
"How long will it take for you to get the results?" Andy asks.
"A couple of hours tops; I'll have my assistant call you later today with the results, Andy," Dr. Hale informs her.
"Okay," she acquiesces.
On the wall behind her doctor's desk there's a poster of two people; a man and a woman. The woman is pregnant, and the man has his hands on her belly. Andy can't stop visions of her and Sam in that very pose from appearing in her mind.
What is going on with her?
If she's pregnant, then she knows that Sam will be there for her, of course he will. It isn't long ago that they discussed moving in together, but everything is just moving so fast right now.
They spent months in limbo after she had returned from the taskforce with Nick, and now another huge thing is happening, and Andy really doesn't know what leg to stand on anymore.
"Andy..?" that's Traci's hand on her knee nudging at her.
Her appointment is over, and now she has to go home and find some way to prevent herself from going crazy waiting for that phone call.
"Nora will call you when the results are in," Dr. Hale informs Andy when they shake hands. She nods her head in acknowledgement of what her doctor has just told her, but truthfully? She may as well have spoken a different language.
"Okay," she manages to say when Traci steers her out of her doctor's office with a firm hand on her upper back.
"I'm pregnant."
They have been sitting outside Andy's condo in Traci's car for about twenty minutes now, and neither of them have made any moves to get out of the car.
"Andy..," Traci begins to say, but is cut off by Andy.
"An home pregnancy test that is ninety-seven percent accurate and birth control pills that are ninety-nine percent effective, Trace," she informs her best friend with a raised brow. "Not to mention being unable to sleep, being nauseous and thrown up," Andy ticks off her fingers with each of the symptom she has just mentioned. "It doesn't exactly take a medical degree to zero in on what's going on here."
"Maybe not," Traci agrees. "But obsessing about it won't do you any good either – at least not until you've gotten the results back from your blood test."
Exhaling deeply, Andy nods her head. "You're right, it won't do me any good." She agrees.
"So, how about you go upstairs, prepare dinner for you and Sam tonight and take it from there?" she suggests.
Turning in her seat to face her best friend, Andy's smile is big and bright. "I'd like that, and I know just what to make," she says making Traci's brows go way up high in confusion. "His favorite," Andy adds.
"What's that?" she asks happy to see that the anxiousness and fear that she'd seen on her best friend's face earlier seems to have evaporated.
All it had taken had been to talk about Sam Swarek and food.
"Brown rice, chicken and vegetables; he can't get enough of that stuff," Andy laughs out loud at the fact that Sam's favorite food is just about the only well-balanced meal that she can pull off in the kitchen without the smoke alarm going off.
"Girlfriend of the year, eh?" Traci smirks at her.
"Definitely," Andy returns.
"Honey, I'm home!" Sam quips a couple of hours later when he enters the condo, inhaling the scent of a well-balanced meal.
"Kitchen!" Andy calls back, as she's putting the last vegetables in the boiling water on the stove.
After having placed his keys on the table by the front door, toed off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket, Sam makes his way into the kitchen.
"What is going on in here?" he asks walking up behind Andy at the countertop, and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
Shrugging her shoulders small with Sam's chin resting on top of one of them she tells him, "Girlfriend of the year."
"Try of the decade," he says kissing her on the cheek. "Especially if that's what I think it is."
"It is."
"It smells great," Sam nuzzles at her throat. "Almost as good as you do," he adds tightening his hold around her stomach, which makes Andy gasp.
Before she knows what's happening, Sam is turning her around and when their eyes meet his entire face in contorted into a frown.
"You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" the concern in his voice makes Andy want to kick her own ass across the condo.
She's scaring him.
"I'm fine..," she ends up telling him. "Just love having your arms wrapped around me," Andy smiles brightly up at him, curling her arms around his neck.
"Oh, really?" Sam arches a brow at her, while smiling tongue-in-cheek – like only he can.
"Definitely," swiping her tongue across her bottom lip, Andy runs her fingers through his dark hair before Sam's lips descend to hers.
The kiss is soft and chaste, but like everything else with them, it quickly turns intense. That tongue of his probes against the seam of her lips, and it doesn't take Andy long to open up, allowing him entrance.
One of his arms travels the length of her spine; up and down, while the other cups the side of her face, holding her steady, while angling his face at just the right position to give them both the pleasure that they're craving.
It isn't until the timer pings to let Andy know that the vegetables are done that they break apart panting. "You want to set the table," she asks with their foreheads pressed together. She slides a fingertip across Sam's lips to wipe away her gloss from his lips.
"Not really what I had in mind, McNally," he quips disentangling himself from her, and making his way to the cupboard where her dishes are. "But it'll do for now," Sam winks at her.
"Rascal!" Andy playfully admonishes him, slapping him lightly on the butt before checking on her vegetables.
"Hey, now," he says back tracking to the dinner table to set a table for two. "I know it's difficult to keep your hands off of me, McNally," Sam grins. "But do try to restrain yourself."
"I'll do my best," she retorts, shaking her head at his antics.
Andy puts the brown rice into a porcelain bowl as well as the vegetables before removing the oven dish where the chicken is in from the oven.
Dinner is ready.
"This is great," Sam muses mid-chew to a smiling Andy. "No one makes this as well as you do, McNally," he adds pointing his fork at what little there's left on his plate by now.
She has barely touched hers though; she's too nervous.
Between looking at Sam's elated face and the clock on the wall she's been too preoccupied to pay attention to what's on her own plate.
"You've barely touched it," he comments after having taken a swig of beer. "You did go see your doctor, right?" Sam asks with a raised brow.
"I did."
"And..?" he asks drawling the word out making it clear that he's eager to find out what the good doctor had to say. But what is she supposed to tell him?
That she might be pregnant?
That life as they know it is over?
But does that necessarily have to be a bad thing?
"And…she did some tests, and said she'd have her assistant call me with the results."
"Tonight..," Sam states.
"Yes."
"So that's why you've been eyeballing the clock like it's a perp?" he quips making Andy's mouth contort into a cautious smile.
"Guilty," she says, shrugging her shoulders small.
"How do you feel now?" Sam asks reaching his hand across the table; palm side up, urging Andy to place her hand in his.
"I already feel better," she tells him placing her small hand in his before Sam closes his hand around it as a reassurance that everything will be okay now.
"That's good," he breathes a sigh of relief, squeezing her hand tightly with his. "What kind of tests was it?" Sam asks.
"Blood tests," Andy answers him casually before taking a sip of her water.
Why can't she just tell him that she might be pregnant?
'Because I want to be sure before I tell him', Andy chides herself silently, while Sam looks on with a smirk playing on his lips.
"What?" she asks slightly taken aback by the fact that he has been staring at her without her even knowing.
"I'd love to know what's going on in that head of yours, McNally," Sam tells her with dark eyes that are usually reserved for the bedroom.
Releasing a deep-held breath, Andy gets up to gather their plates. "Don't go starting anything that you can't finish, Swarek," she playfully tells him when she's about to pass him en route to the kitchen.
But she never gets that far because Sam reaches out, grabbing her by the waist and catapulting her into his lap making Andy yelp out loud.
"Sam!" she scolds him perched sideways on his lap. "I could've dropped it!" Andy chides her grinning boyfriend.
"Doubtful," Sam tells her seizing the dishes out of her hands before placing them on the table again. "I want to start," he frames her face with his hands before adding, "and finish something first."
Andy curls her arms around his neck when their lips meet in a tentative kiss. She shifts around on Sam's lap so she ends up sitting astride him instead, hereby making access to him easier.
The kiss quickly turns passionate when his probing tongue is granted access into Andy's mouth. Licking his way inside, Sam inches his hands underneath her thighs before standing up straight with her legs wrapped around his waist – with McNally giggling into his mouth.
"A warning would be nice," she speaks against his mouth when Sam begins to head towards the couch on steady feet.
"Sorry..," he feebly apologizes lowering Andy to the comfy couch.
"No, you're not," she shakes her head at him when he settles himself between her parted thighs.
Pressing his chest against hers, Sam shrugs his shoulders before telling her that she's absolutely right. He's not sorry.
At all.
Fifteen minutes later Andy gasps when Sam's lips make contact with her stomach. Her tee shirt is lying on the floor – leaving her clad in a black bra.
"Mmm..," she whimpers running her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck when his tongue starts trailing the letters of her tattoo.
"I love this," Sam grumbles against her skin biting gently into the inked skin.
"I know you do," Andy nods her head.
Moving up, he attaches his lips to her throat, while curling one of her legs around his waist, rubbing up and down her thigh.
"I love you," Sam says running his tongue up her throat until he reaches her ear where he dips that talented tongue into, swirling it around before biting down on her earlobe.
"I love you too," she moans arching her back giving him more access to her throat.
Just when his nimble fingers are flicking open the button of her jeans, Andy's cell phone begins to buzz against the coffee table.
Turning her head in the direction of where the noise is coming from, she sees the name 'Dr. Hale' flashing across the screen of the device.
"Ignore it," he whispers into her ear with that seductive voice of his, while lowering the zipper of her jeans.
But she can't - its Dr. Hale's assistant; Nora calling Andy about her test results.
Reaching out to grab the cell phone, she tells him, "Just hang on, alright?" with a raised finger as if to tell him to cool his jets.
"McNally!" he groans exasperatedly, while she answers the phone.
"Hello?" her voice is all but a whisper.
Andy watches, as Sam heaves himself off of her, grabbing the back of his tee shirt before pulling the piece of clothing off of his strong body.
The sight of his muscular chest and arms within touching distance makes Andy's throat go dry. Using her tongue to lick at her dry lips, she finally manages to drag her attention back to the conversation she's about to have with Dr. Hale's assistant.
"Ms. McNally?" a warm voice asks.
"Yes..?" Andy finally manages to drag her eyes off of Sam's grinning face.
He's so enjoying this.
"My name is Nora, and I'm Dr. Hale's assistant. I'm calling regarding your test results," the assistant tells her.
"Okay..," Andy voice is almost a squeak when Sam grabs the waistband of her jeans indicating with a flick of his wrist that she should raise her hips, so he can get the damn things off of her.
So, she does.
"Congratulations are in order, Ms. McNally," Nora's warm voice says right when Sam chucks her jeans in the same direction that his tee shirt has gone in.
She's pregnant.
Oh
My
God
"You mean..?" she can't bring herself to say the word 'pregnant' with Sam standing right before her undoing his own jeans – putting on a show for her.
Andy wants to tell him, wants to share the joy of bringing a baby into the world with him.
"Yes, Ms. McNally. You're pregnant," Nora happily informs Andy.
Sam resumes his spot cradled in-between her now-naked thighs. His hands are curling one of her long legs around his waist again, groping her thigh and butt – urging her to finish up this very intrusive call.
"Thank you for calling," she tells the assistant before finishing off their conversation and placing the cell phone back onto the coffee table.
Holy crap!
Turning her head towards Sam, she has every intention of telling him, but when he slants his mouth across hers, any cognizant thought of telling him that she's pregnant dissipates, and she lets him take her away to a place only the two of them know.
Much later, they have moved into the bedroom where they have just completed round two.
Sam's stomach is heaving, his breath fast-paced when Andy rolls over – a satisfied look on her beautiful features wrapping herself around him with her head resting on his still-heaving chest.
"That was..," her own breathy voice begins to say, but is cut off by Sam's.
"Yeah, it was..," he laughs out loud pressing his lips against her wet temple.
Rolling onto her stomach, lying half-on and half-off Sam's drenched chest, Andy looks at him with bright eyes telling him that there's something on her mind.
"I'm all yours, Sweetheart," he grins down at her – with his dimples on full display.
"It's about that phone call earlier," she tells him looking down to where her fingers are playing with his chest hairs.
"Everything okay?" Sam's concerned voice asks tucking a strand of hair behind her ear making her look up at him again.
"It's perfect," Andy happily lets him know. "At least," she amends. "I think it is, I hope it is. I hope you think it is."
Holding up his hands, Sam stops her from continuing her babbling. "Just tell me," he tells her quietly with those warm eyes of his. "Whatever it is, just tell me."
"Okay..," Andy chews on her bottom lip, and it isn't until the pad of Sam's finger touches that lip that she realizes that she's doing it.
It's a nervous tick of hers.
"I'm there when it matters, Andy," Sam reminds her pressing a soft kiss against her forehead.
"I know you are," she smiles small up at him.
"And nothing will change that," he says with finality.
Nodding her head at his words, and taking it all in, Andy knows that he's right. They've been through so much together, and will go through even more.
He's it for her.
The one.
The father of her baby.
Andy wouldn't have it any other way.
"I'm pregnant."
Sam just stares at her – dumbfounded – for several seconds that feels like hours - with his mouth agape taking in what Andy has just told him.
"You're..," his voice trips over the words, and he has to cough to gather his senses before speaking again. "You're pregnant?" Sam asks propping himself up on his elbows, while Andy keeps her torso pressed against his chest.
"Yes."
"I'm going to be a father?" he asks as a single tear begins to make its way down his cheek.
"Yes," Andy's own eyes tear up, as she reaches out to dry away the wetness on Sam's face.
"So," Sam clears his throat shortly before continuing. "The insomnia, the nausea and the throwing up..," his eyes narrow in on the proud smile that's now plastered all over her face.
"Our baby," Andy whispers.
"Our baby," Sam mimics her words right before his lips curl into an ear-splitting grin that completely takes Andy's breath away.
Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, Sam falls back against the mattress, cradling the woman he loves, and the baby he'd never thought he'd have in his arms.
"I love you so much," Sam's voice is nothing but a whisper, and when he tucks her head underneath his chin, Andy smiles to herself.
"I love you too."
A/N: As for Sam's favorite food that information is taken from a tweet between Missy and Kazza169 ... I hope you don't mind me using it here, just couldn't resist ;)
Next up: Andy finds that being a cop, while pregnant isn't as easy as she first thought.