So, thanks for the reviews. And I was going to update, yesterday, but I then realized, me being a such an emotional mess, it would end poorly. So, I have come up with a name for the puppy, which will be revealed in this chapter, probably. And the kind of puppy, I have yet to pick. But if you have any ideas to what kind of dog he should be, review. Which you should do anyways.

Disclaimer: If I owned Rookie Blue, Ben would be shirtless all the time ;)

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Traci rubbed soothing circles on her best friends back. Of all the things that could've happened, this had to. And she knew Andy was happy to be pregnant, but she knew it would kill her if it were Luke's. She knew that Sam and Andy would love it nonetheless, but it would still be difficult. And besides, Andy was just starting to recover from the kidnapping. Sure, she went to work and was okay, but she was only beginning to get back to herself.

Traci excused herself to go call Frank, she wasn't going to work today, and she couldn't. Her friend needed her, and Frank should understand, or at least, she hoped her would. When Frank finally picked up, Traci talked loudly, trying to drown out the sound of Andy's crying. And it wasn't easy.

Molly heard the crying, seen it. And she had an idea. Which included going over to her dog bed and bringing Andy her baby blanket, then one Sam had bought when he first adopted the dog. And Andy, being the emotional wreck she was, began to cry harder. It seemed that she was okay until she found out she was pregnant, then the hormones really took place.

Traci hung up the phone, turning back to her friend. She smiled slightly when she saw Molly pushing the blanket into Andy's lap, who couldn't help but chuckle at the dog's antics.

"Andy," Traci interrupted, moving to the living room, "How are you doing?" Andy looked at her, her eyes and face red and blotchy, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

"I'm, I-I, I'm fine, Trace. Thanks for taking me to see Dr. Lowe. And I know you have to pick up Leo, I'll be fine by myself. Besides, Sam should call anytime now," she smiled weakly, trying to be convincing, but failing. Traci nodded, hugging Andy, before grabbing her stuff. She stopped before she left, knowing it was useless to try to convince Andy to let her stay.

"If you need anything, Andy, call me."

"Yup, will do," she confirmed. Andy sat back onto the couch, tears streaming down her face once she heard the door close. Here, she thought, here I can cry my heart out without anyone caring.

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Sam was worried. He wasn't sure what was going on with his fiancé, all he knew was that it wasn't good. In fact, the possible outcomes could be really bad. Maybe it wasn't just a flu, maybe it was a disease, or something fatal? All he knew was that even though she went against it, there was a possibility that she was pregnant. They never tried, but he knew that they didn't take many precautions. And here he was, up in St. Catherine's, far away from his damsel in distress. Sam chuckled. Nothing worse than describing McNally as a 'damsel in distress', although, with the danger she put herself in.

Sam sighed, he knew he couldn't just abandon his sister with all five puppies, especially when Dan was gone for another two days. And the fact that the puppies have managed to chew most of his items, phone included, he really wanted to go home. Even though he was bringing one with him.

Speaking of whom, the names pup was currently chewing on Sam's shoes. He picked him up, cuddled him to his neck and smelled the new puppy smell. He hasn't been really with a puppy for a couple of years, since Molly has grown up. But this pup would give her a run for her money. He was quite the character, and got his way with all the girls, kind of like himself.

Sam picked up his phone, cursing at the new scratch on the screen, and dialed her number. He paced around the guest room anxiously, waiting for her to pick up. The nameless pup bit at his heals, and he cursed as he almost stepped on him. It rang four times before she picked up.

"Hello?" she asked, sniffing lightly. He was confused as to why she was crying. PMSing maybe? The last time was rough, all the yelling and screaming, and worst, according to her, no intimacy. And if she was pregnant, it's basically the same thing, only worse.

"Hey, Andy, how are ya doing?" he asked her playfully, trying to lighten the mood. He could hear her laugh, and mutter his dog's name, before answering.

"Oh, I'm great, just can't wait until you get home. I have some news," she admitted. Sam knew what 'news' meant, but decided to play along. But he played poorly.

"Really? Can't wait!" he answered, sounding too overly excited. He heard Andy sigh, could practically feel her frown in annoyance.

"You know what 'news' means, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I guess I really wanted to tell you in person, but over-the-phone works, too. So, Sam Swarek, you were right. You are going to be a father!" she informed, her voice sounding kind of shaky. Sam believed that it was because of the news. He practically jumped around the room excitedly, promising Andy that he would be home in two days, instead of five, because Dan was coming home early.

After about half an hour of sending loving words about the baby, Sam remembered to ask her when the pup bit his finger. "Oh, Andy, almost forgot. I know it's a lot, with the baby on the way, which is awesome, but did you figure out a name for the pup?"

Andy was shocked that he managed to change the conversation so quickly, but any longer, she might have gone on about Luke and Kevin, so she was glad that he had changed the subject. "Yeah, yeah I have. I decided on Merdock."

Sam chuckled at the name, which was rather odd, even for his fiancé. "I love the name, but whatever you do, don't give the baby a name like that!" he joked. Andy smiled at him, knowing that he did, in fact, love the name.

"I won't, I promise. Ha, ha, but I have to go, Molly needs to go out and I need a shower. So, see ya, baby daddy," she kidded.

"See ya, momma," he joked back, "But, Andy, I love you. And thank you for giving me, us, a baby."

"You're welcome, Sam. I love you, too."

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So, I will tell you now that did not end the way I thought. Actually, she wasn't even supposed to tell him about the baby, but that is just what happens when I'm an emotional wreck, ha ha. Anyways, if you have any ideas about what kind of dog Merdock should be, I have a couple, PLEASE review your choice. I really want some suggestions. REVIEW!