What might not have been.

There was just something that didn't feel right. Its not like she was feeling sick or anything, she just feels winded walking up the stairs, sweating like she just ran an eight miler. Then there is the fever.

Andy never gets fever. Now though, she's hot as a light bulb, but the runny nose is not presence, nor is the headache and sore throat.

And, when she comes upstairs she feels a little dizzy actually. But she is 31 weeks pregnant, and frankly, she wouldn't expect anything less from waddling up the stair at this stage, but she's gotten a little precocious being this pregnant and all, not one for taking any risks or ignoring her body when its definitely trying to tell her something.

She calls Sam. He'll know hat to do. He always does. At least, it feels like it sometimes.

It's when she speed dials his number, that her vision gets blury, and now, she's a little scared actually.

Luckily, he picks up after the second ring.

"Hey sweetheart. I actually..."

"Sam, I... I'm not feeling that great. Something doesen't feel right. I'm dizzy, my vision is blury and I think I have a fever..."

"Andy? Are you okay? Just... lay down okay, I'm on my way".

"Sam, I'm scared". She is. She's imagining a couple of scenarios and she is terrified.

" Don't go anywhere sweetheart. Stay where you are okay? I'll see you soon".

He grabs his leather jacket and keys from his desk.

"Hey Sammy, everything okay?"

"Oliver, I need to get home. Something is wrong with Andy. She's acting weird and she's not feeling okay..."

"I'll drive!"

"What? I need..."

"Sammy, you're better off in the passenger seat okay? Let's go!"

It's a twenty minutes drive from the station to their house, and that is twenty minutes Sam feels he doesn't have right now.

He's stressed, worried, and okay, he's actually a little scared that his wife is alone and not at all okay. He calls her.

It's when she's not answering that he gets terrified. "She's not picking up Oliver!"

Then, Oliver is worried too. It's never good when Oliver is worried.

"Call a bus to your address".

Sam does.

And, what normally takes them twenty minutes, turned out to be a 13 minute drive. They totally broke every traffic rule in the book, but they are the cops, and his wife may or may not be okay.

They beat the ambulance by 4 minutes, and when Sam and Oliver finds Andy upstairs, she's passed out on the bed. Burning up, and almost shaking from sweat.

He watches as the medics loads her up on a stretcher, holds her hand and is barely able to answer their questions about his wife.

"Uh... she... she's 28 years old, 31 weeks pregnant. She needs to be okay", is what he ends up saying.

He's not entirely sure what happens next, but suddenly he's by Andy's side in the ambulance, sirens and blue lights on, glowing up the late afternoon in their neighborhood, while Oliver is driving his truck behind all the way to Toronto East General.

Turns out, it was preeclampsia.

When the doctor finally comes out from the OR, Sam can't read the female doctor's face on any way. He braves himself for what is about to come.

"Mr. Swarek, your wife got preeclampsia. Her blood wasn't traveling through her blood vessels properly, and another hour or so, it could have caused severe placenta damage. We got the blood clog before it traveled to her lungs and kidney, and she's going to be okay", the doctor smiled.

"We've got her on blood thinners, and I'm putting her on active bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy.I'll come back later and explain some more. You can see your wife now Mr. Swarek".

"Thank you... Is she.."

"She's awake, waiting for you", the doctor smiled.

He opens the door gently, and was met by her biggest smile. "Hi, you're awake sweetheart".

"I am. Come here", she said pointing at her bed.

He bent down and kissed her. "You scared me. I"m so relieved that you're both okay. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit", she chuckled.

"They're ah...keeping you for the night. Want's to observe you an make sure you're out of the woods".

"Yeah, I figured... Could have been a bad one", she started. "Could have...uh..."

Sam could tell his wife was about to lose it, so he sat down next to her and pulled her close to his chest.

"Could have lost him Sam...", she sobbed. "We could have lost him!".

It was like she just realized how lucky they were, and how bad it could have ended.

"I know. But we didn't sweetheart. We didn't. And you're okay, and he's okay, and it's going to be perfect and amazing, because the next time you're in this bed, we have our son".

"Yes, yes we will. I can't wait".

"William", Sam said a while later, when the tears had been dried off, and the doctors had assured them that everything was perfect.

"I think we should name him William".

She didn't say a word, but the sound that came from her a split second later was all he needed.

"Oh"

"William... I love it. I really do... How did you come up with that?"

"I... uh... I think he's got the will to be okay...So, William".

"I love you more than anything", she says next, gripping his hand a little tighter.

"I love you too sweetheart. So much".

Yeah, they're going to be okay.

So, I'm starting to run out of ideas... Please give me a writing challenge, because after the news about the show being "closed off", I need to do something about my abstinences.

Give me a prompt, a tag or a plot! :)