Here's the new chapter. Hope you'll enjoy.
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Three weeks later Andy woke up feeling incredibly weird. It took her two minutes to adjust to the light in the bedroom and then she felt the urge to throw up. She ran towards the bathroom and made it to the toilet right on time.
Sam followed and sat behind her as Andy emptied the contents of her stomach. When she finally felt empty, Andy flushed the toilet and tried to stand up. She felt a little lightheaded and was thankful that Sam was standing next to her to stabilize her.
''You okay?'' Sam asked concerned.
''Yeah, think I just stood up too quickly.'' Andy shook her head and reached for her toothbrush. ''God, I hate getting sick.''
''Were you feeling like this before?''Sam asked. ''It can't be anything you ate, we ate the same things.''
''It came out of nothing,'' Andy answered. ''I feel better now, maybe something was just bothering me a little.''
Sam suspiciously eyed her. He knew she would lie to him. The phrase I'm fine was classic in the McNally dictionary.
''Seriously Sam, I'm fine,'' Andy said.
Sam chuckled because it felt like she could read his mind. ''Just take some rest today, okay? You have the day off anyway so don't go running around all day long.''
''Yes sir,'' Andy answered with her toothbrush in her mouth.
The rest of the day she experienced waves of nausea, but she didn't throw up anymore. The next morning started the exact same way as the day before though, so Sam made her stay at home. He was very determined, so there was no fighting him on it.
Andy stayed in bed for a day and the next day she felt a lot better. A week later she was throwing up again though. Sam had left for work early, so Andy was alone when she was emptying her stomach.
Andy opened a drawer to look for a washcloth, when she found a pregnancy stick that had been lying there for a long time her mind started to do some math and she came to the conclusion that she was late too. Angry tears filled her eyes, she hated her body for playing tricks on her.
Quickly she closed the drawer and walked back to bed. She needed to lie down before she could go in for work. She felt physically drained, but now that her mind was playing tricks on her too, she just needed a long hard cry.
Part of her wished that Sam was with her. His arms always made her feel a lot better. Another part of her knew that that was selfish. If Sam would know, he would be sad too. She had already put him through enough. If it wasn't for her, he would probably have been a father already.
His hurt was her fault, so she had to keep him out of this.
The next week Sam never saw her throw up, even though it happened every morning. That week she opened the drawer with the pregnancy stick again. Sam was eating breakfast with Oliver, so he was out of the house.
Andy knew she couldn't be pregnant, but she thought that maybe she should do that pregnancy test, just to get that message to her head as well. She knew she would be so disappointed again when there would be just one stripe on the test, but this uncertainty drove her crazy too.
With shaking hands she took the stick out of the box and took the test. She already had tears in her eyes before she looked at the stick, but when she saw a second line appear, she burst out in tears.
She already went through this once and she couldn't do it again. That first time she and Sam were so happy, only to be informed that the pregnancy stick gave her a false result. She took the test and made sure to cover it in the trash. She made sure that there was no way that Sam would ever get his hands on that test.
She debated her next move for a moment, but she figured she would probably go crazy if she went on like this. So finally she picked up the phone and she made an appointment with her doctor.
She was lucky, because another patient just dropped out.
An hour later she was sitting in front of the doctor. She explained her symptoms and told the doctor about the positive pregnancy test. The doctor told her they would do a blood test, just to make sure that they hadn't actually gotten their miracle.
Andy tried not to hope, but she couldn't help but get a little excited with the idea. The doctor would call her at the end of the afternoon with the results. For Andy that were the longest seven hours of her life.
''Hey,'' Sam said as he walked into the house thirty minutes after Andy had returned from the doctor. ''Where did you go?''
''Huh?'' Andy asked. ''I was here, why?''
''Your car was in the garage this morning, it's in front of the house now,'' Sam said with a raised eyebrow.
''Oh, yeah. We were out of orange juice and food for Boo, so I went out and bought some.'' Andy smiled weakly and returned to cleaning out the dishwasher.
Sam smiled and kissed Andy's cheek. ''You and your orange juice. I'll never be able to get it.''
''Are you sure you're okay?'' Sam asked Andy around five. She was a complete nervous wreck, but he didn't understand why. She was jumpy, kept checking her phone and she didn't seem to listen to a word he said that day.
''Huh?'' Andy asked again. ''Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.''
''What's going on with you?'' Sam asked. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his voice a little. ''If something's wrong, just tell me.''
Andy realised her response was probably not fitting his question and sighed. ''Sorry Sam, sorry. I just have a major headache and it's been bothering me all day.''
''That's it,'' Sam said. ''You're going to the doctor tomorrow. It's not normal how often you are sick.''
Andy just nodded and didn't tell him she already visited the doctor that morning. She was sure that she would be disappointed again and she didn't want to put Sam through that too.
When they finished dinner, Sam told Andy to go relax in the living room while he took care of the dishes.
When her cell phone rang Andy almost jumped up and answered the call. ''Hello,'' she said.
''Good evening Andy, this is doctor Masen,'' her doctor's voice filled her ears. ''I'm sorry that I'm calling this late, but I wanted to call you for myself.''
''That's okay,'' Andy quickly responded. ''Did you get the results back? It was false again, right?''
''Andy,'' the doctor's voice stayed calm. ''It looks like you got your miracle and congratulations are in order.''
''What?'' Andy chocked out. ''Sorry, what?'' If she heard her doctor right, then that would mean that she was pregnant. And everything had been telling her that that would be impossible. That that wouldn't happen for them.
They had tried to get pregnant for over a year. They had known she wouldn't be able to get pregnant for more than a year now too. They had literally been trying for years. Her mind couldn't progress the fact that it happened anyway.
''You're pregnant Andy,'' the doctor confirmed. ''We don't know how, but it happens sometimes. It looks like you and your husband are extremely lucky.''
''I don't get it.'' Andy felt about a million emotions at the same time and wanted to cry, scream and jump at the same time.
''I know you weren't counting on this,'' the doctor told her. ''But this blood test doesn't lie. You are pregnant. Now I need you to make an appointment with your OBGYN as soon as possible. We need to determine how far along you are. With your history she probably wants to keep a close eye on your pregnancy.''
''I..'' Andy said. ''I guess I just don't understand.''
''The human body is a big mystery Andy, even for doctors. Sometimes things happen that we thought would be impossible. It turn out that you are one of those cases.''
Slowly the news started to sink in a little and Andy's eyes filled with tears. ''Thank you,'' she said. ''Thank you, I'll make an appointment tomorrow.''
''Congratulations Andy,'' the doctor said again before she hung up.
Andy stayed on the couch, her heart was beating out of control and she couldn't help but cry.
When Sam heard her cry, he quickly walked towards the living room and pulled her towards him. Andy never cried unless something was seriously wrong, so he was worried. ''Andy, what's wrong?'' he asked as calm as he could.''
''I,'' Andy sobbed out. ''We thought it wouldn't happen, but now.. And we're already on that adoption list and now..''
''Andy, Andy,'' Sam tried to calm his wife. ''Try to take a few deep breaths, okay?'' Sam breathed along with her and rubbed at her shoulders. When she was a little calmer he made her look up to him. ''What's wrong?'' he asked.
''I went to the doctor this morning.''
Sam swallowed and felt the floor sinking underneath him. ''Are you sick?'' he asked. ''Why didn't you tell me you went? I would've gone with you.''
''I kept getting sick,'' Andy explained while she was still hiccupping from crying. ''And I didn't get my period. Then I decided to just check, to be sure. And I still had a pregnancy test in the bathroom.''
''Andy,'' Sam said sympathetic. He already knew how this story would end. Of course she took that test and now she was disappointed once again.
''It was positive Sam,'' Andy said finally able to smile a little. ''I'm pregnant.''
''Andy,'' Sam said again. He quickly pulled her to his chest and pressed a kiss to her hair. ''I love you okay, but we've been through this before. The last time the test was positive too.''
Andy freed herself from his grip and looked him in the eye. ''No, you don't understand,'' she tried to explain. ''I thought that too. So I went to the doctor and she just called me with the result.'' Andy blinked and finally smiled a big toothy grin. ''I'm pregnant,'' she repeated. ''The doctor said she didn't understand either, but she was positive that I'm pregnant.''
''What?'' was all Sam could say. ''Sweetheart, are you sure of this?''
Andy nodded and let out a combination between a sob and a laugh. ''We're going to be parents,'' she said. ''You're going to be a father.''
''You are sure?'' Sam asked one more time. When Andy nodded he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards his mouth. Their mouths met in a frenzied kiss and when they broke apart Sam knocked their foreheads together. ''God, I love you.''
''I love you too,'' Andy said. ''Thank you for making me a mother.''
''Thank you for making me a father,'' Sam responded.
Thankfully they were able to make an appointment with the OBGYN for the next week, because the nerves were killing them both. Andy kept throwing up, but she didn't complain about it. She just took it as a sign that their baby was still safe inside of her.
They agreed to not tell anybody about the pregnancy until they got the all clear. Sam did want to tell Frank, just so he could keep it in the back of his head when he handed out assignments. Andy was a little hesitant, but finally agreed when she realized it was for the sake of their baby.
Their baby.
They both still couldn't believe it. They were both a little careful with being happy too. They needed to see a sonogram before they could completely believe that Andy was in fact pregnant.
When they were in the waiting room for the OBGYN they were both nervous. Sam tried to hide it, but Andy didn't even try. She couldn't sit still and sighed about every minute. Sam put his hand over hers to calm her, but nothing seemed to work.
''McNally-Swarek?'' a nurse called out into the waiting room.
Sam and Andy stood up and walked towards the office hand in hand. When they were seated the OBGYN smiled friendly. ''It's a welcome surprise to see the two of you,'' she told them. ''How have you been feeling?''
''Good,'' Andy said. As soon as the answer left her mouth she could feel Sam's eyes on her. ''Okay, tired, nauseated and a little emotional, but that's normal, right?''
''That's to be expected,'' the doctor confirmed. ''Do you have any idea how far along you are?''
''No,'' Andy answered. ''We thought this wasn't going to happen for us. So I haven't been focusing on my cycle at all.''
''Some people believe that not focusing on getting pregnant actually improves your chances of getting pregnant,'' the doctor smiled and shook her head. ''Of course there is no scientific proof to back that statement up.''
''It was a pretty big surprise,'' Sam confirmed. ''But we couldn't be happier about it.'' Sam squeezed Andy's hand.
''Okay, I have a few papers that I need you to fill out and after that we'll see if we can determine the stage of the pregnancy.'' The doctor handed Andy a few papers that she immediately filled in.
When every answer was written down, the doctor instructed for Andy to change and lie down on the table. ''We'll do a sonogram and then hopefully I'll be able to tell you a bit more. This might be a little uncomfortable.''
Sam had a tight grip on Andy's hand and had his eyes on her face. She looked okay now, but he was praying to God that the doctor had good news for them. He wasn't sure Andy would be able to handle another disappointment.
After a minute the doctor started to smile and pointed at the screen in front of them. ''If you look over here,'' she pointed. ''Then you can see your baby.''
''Sam,'' Andy said. ''Look Sam.'' Her eyes filled with tears once again and when she looked up she saw that Sam was smiling harder than she had seen him do since the day she married him. ''I'm pregnant,'' she whispered.
Of course she had known that fact, but to see their baby made it so much more real. Finally she was able to believe that she would be a mother. Of course there were still many things that could go wrong, but she didn't want to think about any of that.
The doctor kept looking at the screen and smiled. ''It looks like you're a little over six weeks now Andy.'' The doctor looked back at the screen and nodded. ''I can try to find a heartbeat, but if I can't find one, don't worry. It's not very common that the we can hear the heartbeat before seven or eight weeks, but we can always try.''
Andy closed her eyes while the doctor moved a few things. A few seconds later her ears were filled with the most beautiful sound she ever heard.
''There it is,'' the doctor said. ''You really have a special one there.''
Andy looked to her side and noticed that Sam's eyes were a little damp. He wasn't crying, but she never expected him to either. In all their years together, she never saw him cry. Right now he was definitely emotional though.
The doctor froze the screen and took the sonogram equipment with her. ''I'll give you two a second,'' the doctor said as she stood up and walked away.
''It's our baby,'' Andy said with the most amazing smile on her face.
''It is,'' was all Sam could say.
Andy looked back at the screen and blinked another tear away. ''Is it weird that I love him or her already?'' she asked. ''Even when we have no idea who it is or how it's going to be?''
''I love him or her too,'' Sam admitted. ''And I don't care about how it's going to be. To me he or she will be perfect.''
''I know,'' Andy agreed. ''We're so lucky.''
The next weeks were nerve wrecking for both of them. Every time Andy felt something she had to tell herself not to panic. Suddenly every sting she felt was a reason to worry.
Sam was worried too. He didn't want to let Andy do anything. If it was up to him, she would take a very, very early maternity leave.
Andy knew it was Sam's work when she never worked the streets anymore. Every day she was either on desk duty, working booking or helping the D's out. She loved him for caring and knew that the streets would put her and their baby in more danger, so she tried to not complain about it.
When Andy finally reached the twelfth week of her pregnancy, it felt like a weight was lifted off of them. Of course it didn't mean that nothing could go wrong anymore, but their chances were definitely better now.
When Andy was exactly twelve weeks and two days pregnant, she got put on the streets again. Dov and Gail were both out sick, so Frank couldn't miss Andy. As soon as parade was over, Sam walked to Andy and took her into an interview room. ''We're telling Oliver now,'' he said.
''Sam, it's going to be fine,'' Andy promised. ''I promise that I'll stay out of tricky situations.''
''You can't promise that and I need to know that Oliver keeps an extra eye on you. We said we would tell people around twelve weeks anyway, so what's the big deal?''
''You just want to drag him in here and say: 'Hey Oliver, Andy's pregnant so stay out of trouble?' That's insane Sam.'' Andy shook her head and stood on her toes to kiss Sam, but he stopped her.
''I need to tell him,'' Sam said again. ''I don't like the idea of you on the streets either way, but if Oliver knows than at least I know someone is protecting the two of you.''
''Sam,'' Andy reasoned. ''You know that Oliver has my back no matter what. Why do you think Frank put him with me in the first place? He only did that because he knows you would flip if he put me with one of the rookies.''
''I know,'' Sam agreed. ''But we would tell people at twelve weeks and I want to tell him now.''
Andy smiled. She knew Sam would do anything to keep her safe. His protective nature sometimes annoyed her a little, but ever since she was pregnant she thought it was adorable. ''If it makes you feel better.''
''I'll go get him,'' Sam said. Within two minutes he was back with Oliver. Oliver had a doughnut in his hand and looked a little confused.
''Not going to get in the middle of your marital bickering,'' he warned.
''It's not that,'' Sam promised. ''We need to tell you something.''
Andy walked towards Sam's side and looked up at her husband. ''I'm pregnant,'' she said with a smile on her face. ''And my husband is a little worried about me working on the streets.''
''What?'' Oliver said. ''I thought..'' Oliver knew about their problems to get pregnant. ''Congratulations,'' he quickly recovered. ''That's great news.'' Oliver took a few steps forward and hugged Andy tightly. ''Congratulations McNally.'' After that he gave Sam a man hug and clapped him on the back. ''You too brother.''
''Thanks,'' Sam said. ''We know it's unexpected and it came as a surprise for us too, but she's just twelve weeks now so it's safe to tell people.''
''I'll have her back Sam,'' Oliver promised. ''I'll keep them safe.''
''I know,'' Sam answered. ''I just feel better knowing that you know she's not the only one you need to worry about.''
Oliver and Andy walked out of the interview room together and when they reached the cruiser Oliver looked at his former rookie. ''I'm really happy for the two of you McNally,'' he said. ''I can't think of two people that deserve this more.''
''Thanks Oliver,'' Andy replied. ''It means a lot. I just hope everything will be okay with this baby.''
''You've got to keep some faith Andy,'' Oliver said as he started the cruiser. ''I know it must be difficult, but you have to at least try.''
Andy nodded and smiled. ''I know. I just don't want to disappoint Sam again,'' she softly added.
Oliver looked at her while shaking his head. ''McNally,'' he started.
''I know Sam didn't blame me,'' Andy quickly said. ''Somehow it just felt like I failed him. Because no matter what anybody said, it was my fault that he couldn't be a father.''
''Do you know what Sam said when he told me that you couldn't have kids?'' Oliver waited for Andy to shake her head and then he continued. ''He told me that it killed him that he couldn't give you what you wanted.'' Oliver paused for a moment and then looked at Andy. ''Sam is one of the most selfless people I know. He has made some mistakes in his life and during your relationship, but I can guarantee you that the only thing he wants is for you to be happy.''
''He deserves to be happy too,'' Andy argued.
''Sam is a simple guy Andy,'' Oliver said. ''He's happy when you are. And of course he was sad that it looked like it wasn't happening, but that was mostly because it was affecting you so much.''
Andy nodded and looked out of the window. ''I'm really lucky to have him,'' she softly said. She put her hand on her stomach and looked down, even though she wasn't showing at all. ''And our baby too.''
Because Oliver knew, Andy was dying to tell Traci too. As soon as she finished shift, she went into Sam's office. ''Are you finished yet?'' she asked.
''No,'' Sam answered. ''You can take the truck. ''I'll catch a ride with someone.''
''I wanted to go see Traci actually,'' Andy said. Traci was still on maternity leave, so 15th was down one detective. ''I want to tell her too.''
''Okay,'' Sam answered. ''Take the truck and text me when you're heading home, okay? I'll have dinner ready.''
''You're working late,'' Andy argued. ''I'm taking care of dinner.'' She quickly kissed Sam before he could argue and grabbed to keys to his truck. ''Love you, bye.''
As Sam followed his wife with his eyes, he couldn't help but smile. They really had gotten their miracle.
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I know, it's a bit cliché.. I really wanted her to be pregnant though and in fiction anything is possible.
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