A\N Fist of all, thank you so, so much to huge thank-you to the wonderful Cythera .of .Naxen (usually with no spaces)for beta-reading this chapter for me. Without her this chapter would not be as good as it is. Second of all thank you to all of the people who have been reading and reviewing this story. I really hope you like this chapter.

Disclaimber: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV or CBS

Spoilers: None

Warnings: None

Crazy

It was December in Toronto, which meant it was cold outside. It wasn't supposed to be cold inside but it was, at least for Sam Braddock it was. He sat on the couch, in the townhouse in four layers. If he didn't know any better he'd turn the heat up, but the occupant of the igloo townhouse was pregnant and Sam valued his life to much to waste it on something as stupid as heat, no matter how cold it was.

A loud knock sounded on the wooden door and Sam stood. Taking a quick look outside the window, in the living room, he immediately recognized the car, unlocked, and opened the door.

"Hey Wordy." He stepped outside, into the, depressingly warmer air.

The older man pulled a face, "You okay Sam?"

"It's freezing in there. Jules has the temperature at like minus 40."

"I'm not so sure you want her hearing you."

Sam shook his head. "I'm not that crazy. She's sleeping, finally."

"It's a good thing I knocked then."

"Yeah."

"Here are the books I promised." He handed the younger man a bag.

"Thanks."

"You know Jules might be bored, you should bring her tomorrow, I mean if she's up to it. I'm just not sure it's a good idea to keep her inside all day, every day with nothing to do, she doesn't like doing nothing."

"I don't want her near guns." Sam stated. "That gives her the perfect weapon to hurt me."

"I think she'll hurt you more if she stays locked up."

"She's just so-I don't know-she doesn't even want me here, she doesn't even know how involved she wants me to be."

"I'm afraid I can't help you there." Wordy was not about to take sides.

Sam nodded his head. "Thanks for the books," he said again, as he walked back inside the house. He was just in time to see Jules walk down the stairs wearing one of his old t-shirts he had given to her while they were still dating; she was obviously not as cold as he was.

"Who was that?"

"Wordy." Sam answered simply showing her the bag of books.

"Oh," The disappointment in Jules' voice was evident.

"Don't worry about it." Sam waved of her sadness, as he sat down beside her on the bottom step. "You'll see him again."

"Sam, in case you've forgotten, I'm pregnant, thanks to you of course." She added standing up.

"Yeah sweetheart I know." Sam reached out and gently took her hand, not the least bit offended when she pulled away from his reach and stormed back up the stairs.

Hearing her bedroom door slam shut Sam sighed. This could have been his cue to run out the door, he actually had a number of opportunities to do that. He chose however to stay, because despite the fact that she ripped his heart out, he still loved her, and he loved their child inside of her.

TBC

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