What I want to give you come's from both of us

It is the logical next step, they both know it.

Well, at least Andy knows. She is almost positive that Sam knows too though, but they haven't really talked it through all that much.

The thing is, she's a little scared to bring up the subject actually. She knows they both want it,she does, but they've only been married for three months, and they should probably finish the rest of the house before they expand, but Andy, she's three months away from her 28th birthday, and while her biological clock isn't going anywhere any time soon, you'd be damned to know that her ovaries is literally screaming at every turn.

(She's on the verge to play peekaboo with every kid she sees on the street, she secretly googles baby names on her phone, because she doesn't want anyone to read her search log and truth be told, she's been kind of sloppy with her pills lately).

Andy is probably the most inpatient person, she knows that, and because of it, she wants a baby like yesterday.

For a week, she's been putting it off to have the talk with Sam, mostly because they've been on weird, opposite shifts all damn week, and she thinks that maybe 'have a safe shift, I'll see you tonight' lets have a baby' isn't the way to approach her husband with something that life changing.

Because Andy do know it will chance their life forever. No more sleeping in followed by shower sex, no more weekend get away just the two of them, and, as soon as she starts showing, she knows she'll get pulled from patrolling the streets.

Andy doesn't care.

She wants a baby now.

She's chopping vegetables for dinner when she hears the door open. And a few seconds later she hears his keys hit the wood structure of the old dresser she found at a flea market last month,that Sam helpedher place in their foyer.

"Andy?"

She smiles, because within the next ten to fifteen seconds, she knows that a warm hug and a kiss awaits then, suddenly, she's shit nervous, because she need's to find her opening pretty soon.

She doesn't answer him, because she's in her own deep thoughts, and when he is right next to her she jumps and carrots are flying across the room.

"Sweetheart, you're a mess", he chuckles, as he kisses her hair. "Everything okay?"

"Yepp, yeah, all good. Dinner in five".

He chuckles again. "You sure you're okay sweetheart?"

"Positive", she smiles. Fake as her fake diamond ear rings, who by the way are for work, okay? They're not allowed to wear expensive jewelry(not that Andy owns a lot, so there it is).

Sam leaves the room, and when the door to the hall bathroom closes, she let's out a halfway relieved breath. She's that nervous.

They eat their dinner, talk about their day, and Sam fills her in on how close they are to finish up the steakout that had been an ongoing thing for the last two weeks.

She's lost and not at all presence in their conversation. "What's on your mind Andy? And don't tell me its nothing. Its not nothing".

She knows that's the best opening she's getting and, okay, maybe this wasn't the way to bring it up either, but really, what are her options?

Her hand is literally shaking when she shoves a fork full of broccoli in her mouth. "Ithinkweshouldhaveababy".

Sam raises both eyebrows. "I'm sorry, come again?"

She swallows her food. And then, "I think we should have a baby Sam".

And that, that was not at all what he was expecting.

A baby. Mother of god, she wants a baby. Wants them to make one. And while that part is not something that makes him nervous, because he can get her pregnant alright.

But, raise a kid, who, he knows is going to be sarcastic and stubborn and wonderful and amazing and... my god! He hopes any kid of theirs get's her everything.

"Sam, please say something".

He can't wait to see how they'll' turn out.

"You want to have my babies sweetheart?", he smirks, as he pulls her god damn chair with her on it all the way up close to his.

She smiles, and laughs and kisses him all at once, and when she climbs onto his lap hes not at all surprised.

"I do. I really do. And now is a good as time as any. Right?"

He zipps down her hoodie, and wow, she... Has nothing on underneath. How convinient Sam thinks.

"Right. Let's make kid sweetheart", he says a little low against her lips.

"What, now?". Like she didn't think he would take her up on it right away.

"Yes, now sweetheart. Now is a god as time as any right?"

Of course she agrees, because she let's him take her upstairs without even cleaning up their plates first.