When it all comes together
Okay, I've rated this M 'cause of a small part near the end
"I can see it in your eyes
and feel it in your touch
I know that you're scared
but you've never been this loved
it's a long shot baby
yeah I know it's true
but if anyone can make it
I'm betting on me and you
Just keep on moving into me
I know you're gonna see
the best is yet to come."
-Once in a Lifetime, Keith Urban
Hawkes' phone call to Women's and Children's had proved helpful. Samantha was taken to the obstetrics and gynaecology ward on the fourth floor , just a few hundred yards from Labor and Delivery, immediately following a brief exam in the emergency department. The chief of the department, Doctor Hutchinson, was an old mentor of Hawkes' from the latter's days as an intern at Mercy. The two had maintained a tight relationship and Hawkes was able to capitalize on said relationship and get the high profile doctor himself to examine her.
Which he was doing behind closed curtains in that room at the end of the hall on the south side of the fourth floor. Accompanied by Hawkes and a fresh faced tech who'd brought up a portable ultrasound machine twenty minutes before. Despite being the father, Flack was banished to the hall along with Carmen. Speed had gone to get them all some coffee, something to keep his mind off the problem at hand, and to call the rest of the team, especially Adam. Carmen leaned against the wall across from the room, thumbs hooked in the pockets of her jeans, glaring at Flack as he paced relentlessly.
"What?!" Flack snapped at Carmen, tired of the looks he was getting from her. "What do you want to say, Carmen? You wanna call me a mean bastard? A prick even? Well you've never been shy or kept your mouth shut before so say it. Get it out of your system!"
"You were fighting with her? I can't believe you."
"We were arguing. Not fighting." Flack corrected her.
"In case you don't realize it, you are a scary bastard when you're angry, Flack. And you get angry with her? She's pregnant! She's vulnerable and you pick on her!? You're a goddamn bully, Flack."
"I wasn't picking on her!" he shot back. "I would never do anything to intentionally hurt her. So don't even fucking accuse me of it!"
A nurse - tall with short cropped silvery grey hair and wearing stark white scrub set and glasses that dangled from a chain around her neck- stuck her head around the corner several yards away and gave them a foul look.
"Excuse me." she said sternly. "We have patients trying to get better here. Please keep your voices down or take it outside."
"Look lady!" Flack nearly took her head off. "I am dealing with some serious shit here, all right! Go back to changing bed pans or diapers and mind your own fucking business."
"Don!" Carmen exclaimed, startled by his outburst. "I'm sorry." she apologized to the fuming nurse. "I am so sorry. Just his wife is here and its stressful for him."
"Keep him quiet or I'll call security." the nurse warned and disappeared behind the corner.
"Security. Right." Flack snorted. "Have you seen those guys? Immigrants. Probably no green card. One call to DHS and I'd have them on the next boat back to..."
"She's right." Carmen cut him off . "We need to stop arguing and worry about what's important. Sam and the baby."
"You know I love her, Carmen." he said, his voice quiet. "Her and the baby. You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt either of them."
"So what happened, Don? I swear to God, if anything happens to her or that baby, I will never, ever forgive you."
"You think I wanted this to happen? She started in on me about not taking pain meds and she went behind my back and talked to Danny about it. Before that she talked to Hawkes. And I know for a fact she's talked to you. You two tell each other anything. I was pissed. And she got on me and would not stop. And I snapped. I'm not proud of it. Believe me. I'm not."
"You have to go easy on her, Don. She's in a delicate way. She doesn't need the stress. She needs this pregnancy to be as relaxed and easy going as possible. You can't just go at her like that. I know you didn't mean it and that you'd never do anything to hurt her or the baby..."
He shook his head and stared at the ground. "I'm just like my father." he said quietly. "Snapping at her like that. I shouldn't have. I'm just like him."
"No. You're not. You're just new at this stuff. A fiancee, baby on the way. It's overwhelming. You just need to take it easy, Don. Sam's just worried about you. She loves you. She doesn't like to see you in pain like that. It kills her to see it. She doesn't want to, or need to, see you like that. So stop being so goddamn selfish and just take the pills. She's going to be your wife. She's the mother of your unborn child. She's not just some girl off the street you knocked up by mistake."
"I know." he sighed heavily. "I love her, Carmen. You know I do. I didn't mean for this to happen. What if..."
He didn't get a chance to finish. Hawkes and the tall white haired doctor conversing as they left the room, the technician pushing the ultrasound machine out. His heart pounded in his chest, his hands trembled.
"Detective Flack." the elderly doctor said with a nod. "Every thing's fine. The baby's heart beat is strong and we were able to see movement. The intense pain and the bleeding was caused by a ruptured cyst that was undetected in the previous ultrasound. It's most likely been there for years and the swelling of the uterus caused it to rupture. It's not life threatening to her or the baby."
"Thank God." Carmen said as both she and Flack breathed huge sighs of relief
"However..."
Flack didn't like the sound of that.
"Her blood pressure is extremely high. Which could be life threatening to both of them. It could lead to pre-eclampsia. Which usually comes on or after twenty weeks gestation but I have seen it sooner."
Flack looked to Hawkes for a simpler explanation.
"Pre-eclampsia is a serious condition." the ME turned CSI explained in that gentle tone of his. "Characterized by protein in the urine, high blood pressure, swelling, sudden weight gain, headaches, changes in vision. It's the leading cause of death in modern day maternal and fetal fatalities."
"So does she have this pre-eclampsia whatever?" Flack asked the doctor.
"She's at risk for it." he replied.
"And what can we do to make sure she doesn't get it?"
"She needs proper rest. A proper sleeping schedule. Lots of vitamins and minerals. I've written some prescriptions I want her on right away that are perfectly healthy for the baby. And she needs to avoid high stress situations."
"Right." Flack said with a slight chuckle. "You know what she does for a living? High stress situations are in the job description."
"Well you'll all have to keep that stress to a manageable limit." the doctor said. "It will be extremely difficult in your specific situation, I know. But in the long run both her and the baby will be healthier because of it."
"We'll do what we can." Carmen assured him. "All of us." she shot Flack a pointed glance.
"I certainly hope so." the doctor said. "Now here's the prescriptions I want you to get filled for her ASAP." he handed Flack a small stack of papers. "I assume as civil servants you have coverage."
Flack nodded. "We're both covered on our own plans. We're not legally married yet. So however we work the benefit thing right now is good."
"It is." the doctor agreed. "Because what those medications are worth would pay for your pharmacist's mortgage for a month."
"Does she have to stay overnight?" Flack asked.
"She's free to go once I fill out the discharge papers. The bleeding has all but stopped and anything that does leak out she can just wear a sanitary napkin to keep off of her clothing. If she has anymore profuse bleeding or even pain, bring her back. Sometimes a burst cyst can cause stress on the fetus and induce a miscarriage. Don't hesitate. If something is wrong, bring her back ASAP."
"I will." Flack said. "Absolutely."
"My advice is for her to sleep on her back or on her side. Keep pressure off the uterus. And for sexual relations, stay away from missionary position, which obviously also puts pressure on the stomach area."
"That's going to kill you." Carmen remarked dryly.
Flack glared at her. Then turned back to the older man in front of him. "Thank you, Doctor," he offered his hand. "I appreciate you coming in to look at her."
"She's a lovely young woman. A great patient. Very brave. And anything as a favor to Sheldon. Take care, Detective." he shook Flack's hand. "Enjoy the next five and a half months. And fatherhood."
"I will. Thank you." he watched as the doctor headed down the hall. "That was damn scary." he said to Carmen and Hawkes.
"Learn your lesson?" Carmen asked.
"Devine..." he said with an irritated sigh.
She held up her hands in self defence.
"Thanks, Hawkes." Flack said. "For everything."
"No problem. You should go in and see her. She was asking for you."
"She probably wants to kick your ass." Carmen said.
Flack glared at her and then disappeared into the room.
They got back to the hotel an hour later after getting her prescriptions filled at the CVS three blocks away. The place they usually went to for all her other meds and his pain pills was a smaller, family owned place around the corner from his apartment, but the chances of getting the meds filled that night were slim to none so he had to resort to the larger chain store that was packed full of sick people and screaming kids and seniors that dumped their change on the counter and took ten minutes to count out ten bucks in quarters, nickles and dimes. And the doctor hadn't been joking. Even with benefits, the co-payment on the pills ended up being nearly a hundred bucks out of Flack's pocket. Not that he was complaining. She needed them and whatever she needed was neither too big nor too small as far as he was concerned.
It was ten minutes to ten by the time they got to their room. He had wanted to just take her back to the apartment and come back to the hotel alone tomorrow to check out and pick their stuff up. But she wouldn't hear of it. He'd payed ridiculous money for the room and they were going to use it. She changed into one of his shirts as pyjamas and settled back against the pillows he so diligently arranged for her and watched television while he cleaned the mess in the bathroom. Afterwards he ordered her fruit salad and some milk and a huge ice cream sundae with hot caramel sauce from room service and they sat on the bed and she watched t.v and relaxed while he tried to make sense of all her medication and work out an order for her to take it in. Writing out a detailed schedule on the pad of complimentary paper you got in every hotel room.
Sam had honestly never seem him take that much time and effort in anything. Even work.
"Okay." Flack said. "You have to take this one..." he held up a yellow pill bottle. "one pill at a time, an hour before meals. That's to keep the protein out of your urine. You have to take this one..." he held up a larger bottle. "one at a time, three times a day with food or mill or it'll rot your stomach. That's the blood pressure meds. And this one..." he held up the last vial. "This is for your swelling. Two pills twice a day on an empty stomach."
She frowned and licked ice cream off her spoon. "I will never remember all this." she said.
"Which is why when we get home I'll type this out on the computer and print out two copies. One we'll keep on the fridge, the other I want you to keep at the lab."
"You are going way overboard." she sighed.
"Three hours ago you were in hysterics thinking you were having a miscarriage. And now you're telling me I'm going overboard? No such thing as overboard sweetheart. I am being cautious. I don't want anything happening to you or my kid. And these meds will do you both some good. Okay? Please take this seriously."
"You're right." she said and finished her ice cream and sat the dish and spoon on the night stand. She leaned sideways to kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry, baby. And I'm sorry about earlier. The arguement we got into. About those meds and Danny and..."
"I don't want to talk about it." Flack said. "Okay? I feel shitty enough. I never should have freaked on you like that. I was selfish and immature and..."
She lay her hand on his cheek and turned his face towards her. Kissed him softly. "Thought you didn't want to talk about it." she said with a smile.
"I don't. But I want you to know that I love you and I'm sorry. That I didn't mean to upset you like that. You believe me, don't you?"
"Of course I do. I know you'd never hurt us, Donnie. It was stupid on both our parts. And we need to try not to fight so much. 'Cause we fight way too much. And I hate it when we fight."
"So do I." he said and kissed her softly.
She put a hand on the back of his neck when he went to pull away, holding him there as she deepened the kiss. Her other hand sliding up his leg and towards his crotch.
"Don't even think about it." he said and pulled away. "None of that is happening tonight. Not after what happened earlier. I can't believe you'd even consider it. Being inside of you would probably hurt you like a bastard right now."
"There's other things we can do that don't require penetration." she said. "'Cause you're right. It would be painful. It's not a good idea tonight."
"I don't think anything is a good idea tonight." Flack told her.
"Really?" she pouted dramatically. "The doctor said I needed to relax." she kissed his ear, tracing the outer edge with the tip of her tongue while slipping her hand into his crotch. "And a real amazing orgasm would help me relax."
"I just don't think that..." a groan cut off his words as she licked the inside of his ear and squeezed his cock through his jeans.
"Don't think what?" she asked. "You don't think it's a good idea and you want me to stop?"
"Fuck..." he moaned when she bit his ear lob gently and then kissed and sucked at the sensitive spot just below the ear.
She giggled. "That spot always gets you." she said, gently nibbling her way down his neck.
"I just think that we should..." he moaned again, despite his best efforts, the hand on his cock coaxing him quickly to an erection.
"You know what I think we should do?" she asked, taking his hand and placing it between her legs. "We've done this a few times. Remember last month at the movies? Halfway through?"
''Cause the movie you forced me to take you to was boring." he said. "Had to liven it up someways.'
"And you did. It was fun. And you enjoyed yourself."
"So did you." he reminded her.
She smiled and kissed him. Long and deep. Unsnapped his jeans and then unzipped them. Slipped her hand through the opening of his boxers.
He groaned at the touch of her hand and deepened the kiss and gently pushed her onto her back, lying beside her. "Sure about this?" he asked, a hand on her stomach.
"I'm sure."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Just keep everything outside and we'll be fine." she assured him.
"That'll be tough. You like the fingers inside. All three of them."
She shivered at those words and as he unbuttoned the shirt and lay it open. He leaned down to kiss his way across the smooth, pale skin of her collarbone, his tongue trailing over the top of her breast and down to her nipple, swirling around it before drawing it into his mouth.
She moaned lightly and rolled onto her side, slipped her hands inside his pants once again and releasing his cock.
"This makes me feel like I'm back in high school, making out with someone on my parents couch." Flack chuckled, their foreheads touching.
"Ever get caught?" she asked.
"Couple times. My old man kicked my ass, gave me the you better be using a condom speech."
"You obviously didn't listen." she giggled. "'Cause your sperm fertilized my egg."
"Ooops." he said and kissed her gently. Then bent his head to kiss and suck lightly at her neck.
She moaned and tightened her grip around his cock and jerked him off nice and slow.
"Baby..." he groaned. "God, that feels so good." he slipped his hand between her legs as she put one leg over his hip. His fingertips gently grazed her fine hair, then sought out her clit, rubbing slowly and lightly, hearing her groan against him.
"You feel good?" he asked.
"You have to ask? Isn't it obvious?"
"Yeah...considering how wet you are, I'd say you like it a lot. And what you're doing...that feels good."
"You mean this?" she asked and pulled from the base to the tip. "Or this?" she ran her thumb over the head that was already leaking pre-cum.
"Both...both feel good...so goddamn good...you're okay with what I'm doing?"
She nodded. "I just need you to..." she groaned when he rubbed her clit harder. "Never mind. You don't need to be told. You know what you're doing.You know me so well."
"I would hope so." Flack said and kissed her before she buried her face in his neck. He could hear her soft moans and quickened breaths. Her sounds becoming louder as she got closer and closer to orgasm. Her hand working its magic. Fuck, she was good. So good. She was a damn genius with her hands.
He groaned loud when she tightened her hand around him and yanked at him quicker. He lowered his head to suck at her nipple and rubbed faster at her clit. She came just like that, crying out his name and shuddering against him. Her hand stopped moving. The pause was agonizing. When she composed herself, he brought his head up and kissed her.
"All right?" he asked.
"Oh God, yeah..." she breathed. "So good. My turn."
She pushed him onto his back and before he could even ask what she was doing, had yanked his pants and boxers down and closed her mouth over the head of his cock.
"Fuck..." he groaned, gripping the sheets below him and burying the fingers of his other hand in her hair.
God, she was even more of a genius with her mouth. Sucking on the head and rolling her tongue on the underside where she knew was so sensitive. Alternating between shallow and deep movements, working him with her hand as well as he babbled incoherently, uttering profanities and his toes curling into the mattress. It wasn't going to take long. She'd already brought him so close with her hand. And now, the way she was flicking her tongue across the leaking tip...
"Samantha...fuck...you gotta ...shit..." he couldn't even form a thought let alone a sentence. "Gonna cum...shit...fuck..." he was panting, and she knew he always was reduced to panting when he was close to orgasm.
She sucked at the head, jerked him off harder and withing seconds he was coming into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop. Then skimmed the tip of her tongue from the head to base and then kissed her way from his stomach to his lips.
His eyes were closed. Arms limp on the bed.
"You okay?" she asked, reaching for the bottle of water on the nightstand and taking a sip.
"Hmmmm?" was his response.
"Are you okay?" she repeated.
"I...I don't know...I can't think right now...who am I? Where am I? Jesus...fuck..."
She smiled. "You are so very welcome." she said.
"You...I...you'd do that really fucking good."
"I am a master." she declared. "But you've been the most excellent teacher."
"You are the master." he agreed and sighed contently.
A knock came to the door.
Flack groaned. "Go away!" he called out.
"Uh...it's me...it's Adam..." came the muffled response.
"Go away, Adam!" Sam yelled. "We're trying to sleep!"
"Yeah..." Flack chuckled "Sleep...right..."
She clamped a hand over his mouth.
He mumbled something into her palm.
She pressed harder against his mouth.
He mumbled even louder and started shaking his head.
"What do you want, Adam?" she asked.
"I really, really, really need to talk to you." he replied. "Really."
"Hang on a few seconds then. I need to get out of bed." she removed her hand from Flack's mouth. "What were you trying to say?" she asked.
"I was saying I hope that wasn't the same hand you used to jerk me off."
She grinned impishly. "Sorry."
"That's fucking sick." he declared and took the bottle of water from her.
"It's all your germs anyway." she reasoned and climbed out of bed and grabbed a pair of sweats and his t-shirt to slip into. "And you might want to clean yourself up in case he wants to come in."
"Yes, m'am." Flack said and snapped off a salute.
"Smart ass." she complained and went to the door.
"I really need to talk to you." Adam was almost out of breath from running from one side of the hotel to the other. His face was flushed. "Can I come in?"
"You couldn't just call me from your room?" Sam asked, giving Flack a chance to fix himself up.
"I wanted to do it face to face." Adam panted. "Can I come in and sit down for a second?"
Sam glanced back into the room. Flack was already back in his jeans and watching t.v. as if nothing had ever happened. "Sure." she said to her brother and held open the door.
"Hey, Flack." Adam managed, bending over, hands on his thighs, trying to catch breath.
"Hey, Adam. What's up with you? Where's the fire?"
Adam held up a finger, needed a moment to compose himself.
"So glad you're not out on the street chasing perps." Sam commented, going to the bar fridge and taking out a bottle of water and opening it before handing it to him.
"Thanks." Adam said and straightend up and took a sip. "First off, let me just say that if I interrupted anything, I am so sorry."
"We just finished." Flack told him.
Adam frowned. "Okay...that I did not need to hear."
"What's wrong?" Sam asked. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. I am. But you may not be."
Sam arched an eyebrow. Flack listened intently.
"When you first went to the hospital, I called mom and Sarge like you asked and told them you weren't feeling well." Adam began, sipping his water. "Well they weren't in so I left a message and by the time Sarge called me back, you were already back from the hospital so I could tell him everything was okay."
Sam knew there was more to this than Adam was saying. "Okay...so why the hurry to come down here and see me?"
"Well, you see, when Sarge asked what was wrong with you I had no idea you hadn't told him and mom yet and I assumed you had so...you are going to kill me...please don't kill me...especially you, Flack."
"Adam..." Sam said calmly. "What did you do?"
"I kinda sort said there was a problem with the baby."
Sam blinked.
Flack groaned audibly.
"You what?" Sam asked.
"Like I said, I assumed you had already told them. And Sarge said what baby and I said yours and Flack's baby."
"You didn't." Sam said.
"I did. Like I said, I thought you had told them. Needless to say, Sarge was none to happy."
"And?" Sam pressed. "What did he say?"
"Nothing. He said nothing."
"Adam Gregory Ross...what did he say?"
"He said nothing. He just hung up on me."
"And?" she pressed once more.
The phone on the bedside table began to ring. They all looked at it.
"And that would be him." Adam squeaked.
Thanks to all of you who are R and R'ing. And thanks for the outpouring of support for that last chap. It was not an easy one to write. The decision to make Speed the father of the twins was a difficult one to make and I am glad y'all are sticking with me. Keep up the reviewing. And to all you lurkers adding me to your alerts, please review!!
And to all of you: show me some love and vote for me for the awards!!
And check out Aphina's Devine Intervention where Sam is appearing!!