A/N: We're nearly at the end people! :)

I hope you'll enjoy this fifth installment in "Positively Positive", and if you can, please leave me a word or two in the comment box at the bottom of the page. Thank you :)

[chapter five]

It's a beautiful morning.

But it's not just any day; it's the day, where Sam and Andy will find out whether they're having a boy or a girl – provided of course that the baby wants to play ball.

Andy is now five months pregnant, and true to form she doesn't like surprises, so she has been pretty set on finding out prior to giving birth whether they were having a boy or a girl.

Sam isn't all that into surprises either, so this had been one thing that they'd quickly agreed on or rather he's left it up to Andy to decide. As long as the baby is healthy, then that's all that Sam cares about.

This way, he could get started on painting the nursery as well, which had been Andy's thinking, whereas Sam hadn't been all that keen on doing even more work on a house, that he figures, he's spent enough time working on already.

Andy's condo had been sold pretty quickly after having been put up for sale and it hadn't taken her and Sam long to pack up her stuff.

She loves Sam's house, and while she has added a couple of throw-pillows here and there, then she'd felt right at home pretty quickly. They had put her furniture up in storage, figuring that they'd give it a year and if they hadn't moved some of her stuff in, then they'd organize a garage sale or something, and see if they couldn't make some money off of it.

Standing in their bedroom, Andy almost feels bad for having to wake Sam up.

He hadn't come home until well past two in the morning, and even then, he hadn't gone to sleep. Not with the way that Andy had rubbed herself against him, begging him to touch her, and Sam being Sam had of course done just that.

Looking at him, lying on his stomach with his stubble cheek pressed into the pillow with his arms folded underneath the pillow making his biceps bulge is making Andy's lower body clench remembering just how Sam had used his body to satisfy her last night.

But she can't be sidetracked by naughty thoughts of him right now, however delicious they may be, because Andy knows, that if she gives in to that amazing body of his, then there's no way in hell they'll ever make it to their appointment with Dr. Hale – two hours from now.

Crawling onto the bed, Andy uses her hands and knees to climb the bed until she is straddling Sam's waist. Pressing her lips against his shoulder blades, Andy combs her fingers through his short hair before whispering his name.

"Sam..?"

"Mmm..," he groans audibly. "Again?" Sam asks on a sigh. "You're an animal, McNally." He still insists on calling her by her last name. It's something that's so uniquely them. Andy on the other hand can't wait for the day when she'll be Andy Swarek.

Laughing quietly, she pinches his right butt cheek, admonishing him for his words. This pregnancy has done wonders for their sex-life, not that there had been anything wrong with it before – but the quantity of the number of times that she's been either beneath or on top of Sam has definitely gone up lately.

"Ow!" Sam howls covering the pinched butt cheek with his hand as if to protect it from further hurt, which only makes Andy cackle with laughter. "Yeah, laugh it on up when I can't do anything about it," he tells her. "It's not fair pouncing on a man when he's semi-unconscious."

"Poor baby," she coos at him like a little baby when Sam – very carefully – flips her onto her back. "Whoa!" Andy squeals wrapping her arms around his neck, while he's supporting his weight on his outstretched arms – mindful not to put any of his weight on her or her belly.

"Poor baby?" he asks with an arched brow.

Shrugging her shoulders, Andy just gazes up at him with bright eyes and a huge grin on her lips. "It worked, didn't it?" she asks moving her hands from around his neck to his collarbone and finally down to his pectorals.

"You're insatiable..," Sam pecks her lips lightly before getting out of bed.

"Are you actually complaining?" Andy asks turning to lie on her side, her head propped up on her hand, as she looks into the bathroom where Sam is turning on the shower.

"Never." He says, standing in the doorway with his arms stretched above his head showing off his amazing body. "Join me." It's not a question.

"But I just showered..," Andy tells him matter-of-factly, but stops mid-sentence when Sam grabs her hand, dragging her out of bed.

"And..?" he asks en-route to the shower.

"Nothing."

Dr. Hale's waiting room is littered with posters of expectant mothers on the walls, the small end tables are filled with magazines telling you what to do in the different stages of pregnancy and the very uncomfortable chairs seems today to be occupied by all the pregnant women of Toronto; including Andy McNally and her very anxious boyfriend; Sam Swarek.

Not that he'd ever admit it.

Andy is thumbing through a magazine when he for the umpteenth time drops his cell phone on the floor. "Will you stop fidgeting?"

Having just picked up the contraption from the floor, Sam turns his head – looking her in the eyes before replying. "Am not," he retorts as if he's five years old.

"Really?" Andy asks, cocking an eyebrow at him in utter exasperation.

Huffing out a breath, he returns his gaze to his cell phone where she guesses he's browsing through the news.

"So, maybe I'm a bit nervous about today," he shrugs small making Andy scoff out loud.

"Maybe?" she retorts with wide eyes prompting Sam to drop his cell phone to the floor.

Again.

"Bloody hell!" he curses under his breath making Andy snort, making the other patients look at them quizzically. "I'm happy this," Sam hisses indicating his poor cell phone before continuing. "Can amuse you, McNally."

"Sam..," Andy sighs placing her hand on his bopping knee.

"What?" he asks almost affronted before looking into her brown pools of love.

"Everything will be fine." She asserts to him.

Andy has no idea when exactly she became the calm one and he the over-thinker with this pregnancy, but things have certainly shifted.

"You want it to be a boy or a girl?" Andy had whispered in the darkness of their bedroom one late night – unable to sleep.

"Hmm..?" Sam's drowsy voice had replied.

She turned on her side, entangling her legs with his before making her upper body comfortable on Sam's hard chest.

"Boy or girl," Andy said right before giving his chest a soft kiss.

"Doesn't matter," he replied yawning before placing a warm hand on her ever-expanding belly. The thing seemed to grow non-stop, and Andy now had no choice but to wear her uniform shirt outside her pants, which she could barely button up anymore either.

"Come on, Swarek," she whined giving his left nipple a little yank before sliding her hand on his muscular stomach down.

Way down.

"Andy, come on," Sam tried to placate her. She had been a complete animal for the past couple of weeks, all the hormones were making her into some kind of crazed sex machine.

Not that he was complaining, but he had to at least function somewhat when morning came, and drowning himself in coffee and energy drinks wasn't exactly doing the trick anymore.

"What..?" she shrugged her shoulders innocently taking a firm hold off his manhood.

"You know exactly what!" Sam groaned right before flipping her onto her back; albeit slowly with her current state.

"Sam!" she yelped, her bright laughter making his lips curl into a smile with his dimples on full display. Andy loved this look on him. It meant that he was happy, and if Sam was happy then she was happy too, and how could she not be happy? In a couple of months they'd welcome their son or daughter into their family – it was everything Andy had ever dreamt of.

"Now I've got you, right where I want you."

"And what are you gonna do about it, Detective?" she looked up at him with bright eyes – happiness shining through.

Sam swooped down, and crashed his mouth against Andy's, as he rolled them over, so she was on top, as their tongues continued to stroke each other.

"Andy McNally?" the receptionist calls her name just as she's getting ready to tease Sam again with his fiddling.

"Here!" Andy raises her hand as if she's back in High School when the teacher would kill their names for the attending lists. "Come on," she turns to Sam, as she gets to her feet. "Detective Daddy."

Grabbing his hand, Andy laughs brightly, as they follow the receptionist into the examination room situated at the end of a very long hallway.

"Miss McNally," the receptionist named Stacey says getting Andy's attention. "If you pull your jeans down just below your pubic bone and lay down on the table, then Dr. Hale will be with you shortly." Stacey explains before leaving Sam and Andy alone in the room.

"Thank you." Andy tells the receptionist right before she closes the door behind her.

"So, I'm getting a striptease out of this as well..," Sam grins widely at Andy with raised brows, as she fingers the button of her jeans.

"Grow up," she chides him before releasing the button of her jeans as well as unzipping them before pulling them slightly down.

"Alright, alright..," Sam holds up both hands in a surrender-gesture before helping her lie down on the examination table. "Comfy?" he asks.

"Hardly," Andy sighs looking up at him. "This thing may be draped in a white sheet, but it's still hard as steel."

"How about," Sam pauses, sitting down on a chair next to the table before adding. "I throw in a backrub after dinner tonight then?" he asks guiding a lock of hair behind Andy's ear.

"Keep talking," she smiles up at him.

"I operate better in the non-verbal area, McNally," Sam grins ghosting his lips across Andy's.

"Oh, really?" Andy cackles against his mouth.

"Mmm..," he hums, nodding his head. Touching his lips to hers, Sam frames her face with his hands, as his tongue touches the roof of Andy's mouth, like he knows that she likes.

"Miss McNally?" a knock on the now-open door makes them break apart when Dr. Hale enters with an uncomfortable look on her face. "You all set, parents?" she asks.

"Definitely," Andy answers, while Sam remains silent.

The doctor puts on a pair of latex gloves before reaching for a small bottle, which she shakes. "This might be a little cold." She warns her before squeezing a blob of some gel onto Andy's stomach.

Shivering slightly, Andy watches as Dr. Hale grabs the transducer, and moves it across her swollen belly and the gel. "So, have you decided?" she asks pressing a couple of buttons on the ultrasound machine.

"On..?" Sam asks confused with his eyes fixed on the screen, despite the fact that he can't really see anything yet.

"Whether or not you want to know the sex of your baby?" Dr. Hale elaborates just as the shape of a little human being begins to take form on the screen.

"I want to know." Andy pipes up.

"And you, Mr. Swarek?" the doctor asks.

Tearing his eyes away from the screen, Sam looks up at Dr. Hale shrugging his shoulders. "All that's important to me is that the baby is healthy."

"So..," Dr. Hale drawls the word out needing to know if she should tell them the sex of their baby or not – provided of course that she can tell depending on how the baby is located.

"We want to know." Andy's head is now turned towards Sam's, asking him silently to let her have her way.

Tongue-in-cheek, his eyes take in the eager look on Andy's face, and knowing how much she absolutely hates surprises, Sam relents. "We do."

Smiling brightly up at Sam, Andy gathers his hand in hers, as they both turn back to the screen to watch their baby move around.

"Alrighty then," the doctor surmises. "Let's see if your baby is interested in cooperating then." Dr. Hale adds, pressing the transducer against Andy's abdomen.

"Hey..," she whispers, touching Sam's cheek. "You okay?" Andy asks after his grip on her hand has intensified and his gaze is fixed on the screen in front of them.

"Yeah..," Sam sighs. "Just nervous," he adds on a deep breath feeling completely at the mercy of the good doctor. He isn't used to feeling dependent on others, and it scares him shitless.

Because what if there's something wrong with the baby? Or what if when he or she is born, Sam can't change their diaper, can't feed them, can't burp them – there are so many things that could go wrong, that he doesn't even know where to start.

"Here we go!" the doctor announces bringing both of their eyes back to the screen. "Now, if your baby will just open his or her legs a little bit more, mommy and daddy will know whether to put up 'Hello Kitty' or 'Superman' wallpaper in the nursery."

Scoffing, Sam leans in attempting to see what the doctor is seeing on the screen. "Isn't that his..," he motions towards the screen figuring that he's caught sight of their son's 'stuff'.

Turning to look at him, Andy laughs lightly, "Sam, that's an arm."

"Then it's one hell of an arm," he says. "But he is a Swarek after all." Sam figures with a shrug of his shoulders. Andy shakes her head at his conceited words, but then gets stuck on the name, Swarek. She wants to be a Swarek too.

"If I may..," Dr. Hale coughs bringing the parents' attention back to her. "It is an arm." She motions to the screen, pointing out what Sam thought to be something entirely different before.

"See!" Andy exclaims proudly, making Sam rolls his eyes.

"However..," the doctor inserts, "You are looking at your baby boy, because that right there," Dr. Hale points out the baby's 'stuff', "is all the proof we doctor's need to conclude that it's a boy, that you're carrying, Andy."

"A boy?!" Andy sits up straight, her eyes glued to the screen. "We're having a baby boy?" she asks feeling her eyes cloud over with tears.

"Yes."

When Sam hasn't uttered a word since the revelation, Andy turns around to look at him, and finds a speechless man with tears in his eyes.

"You okay?" she asks fingering his chin with her thumb and index finger.

Sam closes his eyes minutely to keep the tears at bay, while swallowing audibly. He opens his eyes to look at Andy, instead of the image of their son swimming around inside Andy's belly.

"You're sure..?" Sam asks the doctor, having placed his palm on her swollen tummy.

"Absolutely," Dr. Hale nods her head at him, picking up a picture of the baby that she's just printed out for them. "That right there," she points to a certain body part on the picture before adding, "tells me that you're having a baby boy. And from what I can see, a very healthy one at that."

"Wauw..," the father-to-be breathes a sigh of relief; as he bends down to press his lips against Andy's now-cleaned belly.

"Sam Swarek, speechless," Andy notes playfully. "I never thought I'd see the day," she says running her fingers through his hair.

"Congratulations, parents." Dr. Hale says on her way out of the room, but all Sam and Andy can focus on is that in a matter of months, they'll be meeting their baby boy, and they can't wait.

"Remind me again why I let you talk me into that?" Sam grumbles hours later when they're getting ready for bed.

After Andy's doctor's appointment, she had succeeded in dragging Sam along to a Lamaze-class. She hadn't thought that he'd agree to go, and judging by the number of times he'd sighed deeply during the class, Sam would probably have enjoyed a root canal more.

"Because you love me," Andy smiles at Sam in the mirror in the bathroom, as she brushes her teeth.

"God knows why," he grumbles before placing a kiss on the back of her head. "They should be calling it La-snooze-class instead, that's an hour of our lives we'll never get back." Sam moans grabbing the back of his tee-shirt before throwing it into the hamper.

"You poor baby," she teases Sam's retreating figure with her mouth full of toothpaste. Rinsing her mouth with water, Andy tells him, "It's supposed to help, teaching you breathing exercises and so forth, so I don't scare you off in the delivery room."

"A little too late for that, McNally," he quips pulling the comforter down before getting into bed.

Once Andy is done in the bathroom, and has turned off the light, she finds Sam propped up against the headboard with his hands flexed behind his head.

"Comfy?"

"Almost," Sam winks at her, watching as she releases her hair from a hair clip before joining him in bed.

Once Andy is cradled against Sam's chest, he buries his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. "Have you thought about a name yet?" she asks softly.

"Not yet, no. How about you?" he asks, rubbing his free hand on Andy's protruding stomach where their son is protected.

"I have," she says looking up at him from her resting spot. "I don't know how you'll feel about it, I mean; I hope that you'll be okay with it, because I think it's a good name, an important name…" Andy is halted mid-sentence when Sam presses a finger against her moving lips.

"Just say it, Andy."

"Jeremy. Jeremy Oliver Swarek.

It's like Sam's entire world freezes. He can hear his own heart beating, hear the sound of his own blood pumping through his veins, but still, all he can focus on is the woman lying in his arms telling him what she would like to name their son.

An homage to a man that is no longer with them, but who is missed tremendously, and to a man, whom without, Sam isn't even sure that he would be with Andy right now.

"Sam..?" her soft voice beckons him to return to the present. "You okay?" Andy asks when he looks into her eyes again.

She is now sitting cross-legged next to him, needing to make sure that he's truly okay. Sometimes, Sam tells you what he thinks, you want to know, and not what's in his heart, and Andy wants to know that their son's name is something that he's on board with.

Andy had discussed it with Traci earlier, and she had been thrilled that their baby would carry Jerry's name, and that he would in a sense live on in their baby boy.

Sitting up straight, mimicking Andy's posture with their knees touching, Sam leans in, framing her face with his hands. "I love it."

"You do?"

"I do." He smiles with his dimples on full display before giving Andy a soft kiss on the lips. "Shaw will be over the moon too," Sam grins at her knowing full-well that his friend will be elated that Sam and Andy's son will carry his name.

"As it should be, he's been rooting for us from day one."

"Tell me about it," Sam scoffs, as they lie down on the bed again with Andy cradled against his chest, and Sam touching her pregnant belly. "He was relentless in making me admit that I still loved you and wanted you, even back when..," he stops mid-sentence regretting that he's brought her into the mix, but both Nick and Marlo are a part of their story, and nothing they do can change that fact.

"Even back when you were with Marlo?" Andy guesses.

"Yes." Sam sighs. "Anyway, we were up at Oliver's cabin, and he was going on about a mid-life crisis and talking about Celery and him, and when I said that they were good together, Shaw being Shaw turned it around on me."

"Turned it around on you?" she asks quirking an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"One minute we're talking about him and Celery, and the next thing I know, I'm admitting that I miss you and that I want to have kids…with you," Sam breathes.

Andy props herself up on one elbow looking down at Sam, who is lying on his back staring into the ceiling. "You admitted to Oliver that you wanted to have kids with me, even back then?"

Nodding his head, he says, "I did." Brushing the pad of his thumb up and down Andy's bare arm he repeats what he told Oliver back then. "Kids, park on Sundays, a real life…with you," gazing into her eyes, Sam realizes that he's come full-circle. He's about to have everything that he told Oliver about and more. He wants to marry her too; put a beautiful ring on her finger in front of their family and friends and Jeremy.

Jeremy.

"I love you, Sam Swarek."

"I love you too, McNally," framing her face with his hands, Sam brings Andy's lips to his, and as their mouths begin to touch, he feels movement against his stomach.

"You feel that too?" Andy laughs against his lips.

"We'd better get started on buying some soccer equipment, he's a kicker, this little one," he notes, as their eyes move to look down at Andy's belly.

"Come here," she says taking Sam's hand in hers and placing it right where Jeremy is kicking up a storm. "He recognizes his daddy's voice."

Looking into Andy's eyes, Sam tucks an errant strand of hair behind her ear before telling her what's in his heart. "We may never have taken the easy route, McNally, but this right here, is everything I've ever wanted."

"Good," she says as a single tear trails down her cheek. "Because we're not going anywhere."

When Sam cradles her against his chest again, and tucks her head underneath his chin, he knows that whatever happened before is in the past, and that his future is lying in his arms, and there's nothing that'll stand in the way of them anymore.

Nothing.

A/N: thank you for reading :)

Next up: A day in the lives of Sam, Andy and Jeremy Swarek