HEY!!!!! Yeah… So I haven't written this fic in a long time. Haha. But this chapter is being written and posted for Chachakid….So….I BETTER not get any killer kangaroos when I don't update Problems :P haha—Send them to her house! Hahaha.
By the way, I kinda realized how crappy my writing was back then—hopefully its getting better—probably not. I have no idea. Haha.
Oh and I really don't even know whats going to happen in this chapter yet…so I guess we'll find out. (:
Enjoy.
A knock sounded from the door and it echoed through the hollow and blank hospital room.
"Hey Boss." Sam whispered as he saw Greg walk in. "How is she?" He asked, placing his hand on his teammate's shoulder. Sam nodded, "She's—She's going to need help." Greg replied with a slow nod, "When do they think she'll wake up?" Sam shook his head, "The doctors said the medicine should wear off soon." Greg could tell Sam didn't want to speak. He sat down next to his teammate, silently, and watched as she twisted her fingers with his. Greg placed his hand on her shoulder, looking down as he did so.
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"Hey Jules." Sam whispered as she opened her eyes, "How are you?" He asked, standing up beside her and kissing her gently, she shook her head. "I know it's going to be rough Jules, but you're strong—things will get better." Greg added, making her realize he was there. "I think you two should talk." Sam suggested. Jules tugged at his fingers for a moment as he kissed her once more, "I'll be right back sweetie." He told her as she finally released his hand from hers. She smiled slightly as Greg came and stood beside her. "I can't believe this happened." She said as he short smile fell to a frown. "It's all my fault." Greg shook his head, "No—No sweetie—None of this is your fault, none of it at all." She continued to protest, "No—It's my damn fault, I was hours away!" Greg jerked both of her hands from her face as she started to hit herself again, "Jules—Jules, calm down!" She shook her head as tears raced down her cheeks, "I did this Boss." He bit his lip, "Jules—You did nothing wrong, nothing. Things happen in life, and we try to blame ourselves, blame others, but sometimes you cant, sometimes you just have to face the reality that accidents happen, and we cant change the outcome. You have two beautiful children that love you very much. DO you think want to see their mother hitting herself over something she didn't do? Jules, you can get through this, you're very strong." He said, holding her wrists tightly. He finally dropped them slowly beside her as blinded her vision.
She looked up at him, letting her tears fall down her cheeks, "Thanks Boss." She whispered. He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Now, how about I go get Sam, and you two can figure something out for the kids." Greg offered. She smiled, "Okay."
Sam came back into the room, kissing Jules gently as he sat down next to Greg. "I'll go pick them up if you want me to. Do you want them to be here?" Greg asked. Sam looked down to Jules, "Sweetie—Sammie thinks he's going to get to come see a new baby today—we need to tell him at least." Jules shook her head, "No—He won't understand, neither will Emily." Sam nodded, "We'll tell them in an easy way and then once they're older, if they ever ask about it, we'll know how to tell them." She nodded at his response.
"I'll go get them from Wordy's house for you." Greg smiled. "Thanks Boss." Sam replied, as Greg kissed Jules' forehead, and patted Sam's shoulder on his way out. "No problem." He commented. Once he was gone, Jules looked over to Sam as they both broke down in tears. "I'm so sorry Sam." She told him. He shook his head, "No—No sweetie—don't be sorry, you didn't cause this." She continued to protest but finally closed her eyes to calm down. "Get some sleep sweetie—we'll find a way to get through this together." He told her, stroking her cheek gently.
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"Daddy!" Sammie ran into the room, Greg was carrying Emily on his hip. "Shh." Sam told his son as he lifted him up around his waist. "Is Mommy okay?" He asked, seeing her asleep. He nodded, "Yeah sweetie—She's going to be okay, she's just sleeping." Sammie sat down in his father's lap as Emily sat in Greg's. "Daddy?" Sammie asked, Sam was afraid he knew what he was going to ask, "When do I get to see my baby brother?" Sam glanced at him for a moment, then Greg looked over to him. "Why don't we go get some jello from the cafeteria?" Greg suggested, reaching out for Sammie's hand. Both kids nodded. "Thanks" Sam mouthed as he watched the kids walk out so he could wake Jules up.
"Jules, Sweetie—wake up." He kissed her gently. She opened her eyes slowly. "Sweetie, the kids are here, Sarge took them to get some jello—we need to tell them when they get back." She nodded as a tear rolled down her cheek.
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"Mommy!" Sammie yelled, running over to her bed, excited that she was awake. "Hey Sweetie." She said softly, as Sam lifted him up to the bed so he could hug her. She took him around his waist and placed him beside her as the bed sat up. "Maw-mee" Emily said quietly as Greg sat her on the other side of the bed.
"I'll get going so you guys can be alone." Greg said. Jules looked over to Sam, then to Greg, "Thank you." She said, "Thank you for all you have done." Greg smiled and nodded as he hugged each kid, kissed Jules on the cheek, and gave Sam a quick hug. He left the room with a smile on his face.
"So mommy, when can I see my baby brother?" Sammie asked. Jules looked over to Sam, knowing they had to tell the kids. "Come here." She said, hugging Sammie tightly as Sam took Emily to his hip. "Sweetie—." A tear rolled down her cheek. "Mommy, why are you crying?" Sammie asked. Sam placed his hand on his son's back, "Sweetie—Let mommy talk." Sammie nodded. "Sammie—your little brother—he—he past away." She told him with tears running down his cheeks. They both knew Sammie would be confused, and Emily didn't understand anything of what they were talking about. "When is he coming back?" Sammie asked. Sam and Jules both shook their heads. "He—He isn't Sammie." Sam responded. He still looked confused. "But sweetie, I have both my little ones right here, and we will get through this. I have you and your little sister, and we are a family. Sometimes things happen for a reason." She told him. He smiled and leaned over to hug her. She knew that in a few years the question may pop up again, but for now they could leave it at that. "I love you kids." She said, kissing them both, "You too big kid." She smiled, kissing Sam.
Things might be tough at the moment, but both she and Sam knew life would get better in the long run.
Okay, so I finally updated this fic! Haha. All thanks to Chachakid. Hahahaha. Review Please!!!