A/N Have no experience whatsoever with anything in this chap.. So, sorry for messing up xD LAST CHAPTER!

Previously:

"I'm pretty sure it's my uniform."

"Don't you think it'll be confusing, two Parkers?"

"We're on different teams, and you're a sergeant. Besides, I'm proud I'm a Parker." He smiled at her.

…

A little over two weeks had passed since they had come back from their honeymoon, Zoë had been throwing up in the mornings for the last couple of days. She was cooking when Greg came back from working the weekend shift.

"I brought you something." He put a pharmacy bag on the counter.

"Hm, thanks." She opened the bag, expecting something against her nausea. "A pregnancy test." She said surprised.

"You have been nauseous in the mornings for the last couple of days. I know the chances of you getting pregnant within two weeks are, slim to say the least.. I just want to make sure."

She nodded and grabbed the box out of the bag. She looked on the back of the box for instructions.

"Just 90 seconds..huh.." She turned around to check on dinner. "I'll take it after dinner." She smiled at him as she turned the stove off and handed him cutlery so he could set it on the table.

…

She came back with the stick and sat down on the couch next to Greg.

"It's probably negative." He told her again, so she wouldn't be too disappointed.

"I know." She smiled up at him. It was silent for a few seconds. "How many seconds to go?" Greg checked his watch.

"75" Zoë sighed. "Relax, baby." He put his arm around her middle and pulled her against him.

She waited, nothing happened. It would've been time by now, right?

"The 90 seconds have passed, right?" Greg checked his watch and nodded. "Negative." She sighed and put her head on his shoulder.

"You're disappointed."

"Yeah, I knew the chances were slim, but I still hoped.. Well, we've just been trying for two weeks. Many more to go." She kissed his cheek before getting up to dispose of the test.

…

"Hey, Soph." It was Sunday, team one had the weekend shift. So both Greg and Ed couldn't go running with her, but she knew Clark would go with her.

"Hey, Clark's just in the shower."

"He showers before going running?"

"He accidentally broke some eggs, all over himself.." Zoë smiled.

"I'm in no hurry." She sat down at the kitchen table. "What do you know about pregnancy tests?" Sophie slowly turned around.

"That it takes patience to take them." Zoë snorted. "But that even if it says your pregnant you should go to the doctor as soon as you can."

"Not that accurate?"

"Most of the time, but a friend of mine had taken one. It was a positive, she made an appoint with the doctor for 1 month later. They started remodeling and everything. They go to the doctor, turns out it was a false positive."

"Ah. Got it." They could hear Clark descend the stairs. "Thanks, Soph." She smiled at Sophie before leaving with Clark.

…

"Hey baby" Greg looked at her as she walked into the kitchen a few weeks later. He sat down at the counter with his eggs and bacon.

"Hey." She stole a bacon strip from his plate and took a bite. "ugh. What did you do with it?" He looked up at her.

"Nothing?" He took the same bacon strip and took a bite. "It tastes fine to me."

"Well, it doesn't to me." She shrugged before grabbing the cereal. "Maybe I don't have my taste or something."

"Probably." He smiled at her.

"Think I'm getting sick anyway."

"Not feeling good?"

"Just nauseous." He nodded.

…

Zoë had indeed gotten the flu the next days. The weeks after that were quiet, nothing big happened at work. Zoë had been having a weird feeling for the last few weeks, she recently started throwing up in the mornings again. So she had gone by the pharmacy to get another pregnancy test. She didn't want to get Greg's hopes up and didn't tell him, it turned out negative.

She continued to throw up every morning, it was a couple of days before Greg noticed.

"Flu again?"

"I guess."

"It could be morning sickness." She shook her head.

"I took a test three days ago, it was negative." He nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to take one?"

"Didn't want to get your hopes up." Zoë sighed, looking at her bowl of cereal. She had been struggling with finishing it and was glad when she took the last bite.

…

Zoë booked a doctor's appointment when she got home from work that day, she didn't have an OB/GYN and thought that if they were trying to get pregnant it would probably be a good idea to go talk to one. The appointment was set for in two weeks.

…

"Hey," Zoë smiled up at her husband walking through the door. "Can you get a morning off for me?"

"Sure, why?" He put his bag next to the door and hung his coat before walking towards her to kiss her on her cheek.

"Got an appointment with the doctor."

"What kind of doctor?"

"OB."

"Zoë.."

"I don't think I'm pregnant." He looked relieved, he didn't want to see her that disappointed again.

"Then, why?"

"I don't have an OB/GYN, figured if we were trying to get pregnant we could talk to one?"

"Sure, just give me a date and I'll take a day."

"Thanks." She handed him a note with the date. "So you don't ask the wrong day." She smiled at him. "Dinner's almost ready."

"How was your day?"

"Nothing special, ran with Clark, did some shopping, cleaning and watched some TV. How about you, was it a slow day?"

"Thankfully. Only had one call, false alarm."

"Good."

…

"Greg you promised."

"Zoë, it's a 10-33." He put his coat on.

"And what am I Greg? It's not a SRU-cop down. There are plenty of cops in this city. They can miss you."

"Zoë, it's a cop down." He walked to the door, grabbed his bag and opened it.

"You got the morning off so we could go to the doctor!"

Their appointment with the OB/GYN was in an hour, Greg had just gotten the call. It was an accident, he shouldn't have been called but now he wanted to go.

"It's just a talk. I'll be back for dinner, love you." He walked out, effectively ending their fight.

"I think I'm pregnant you jerk." Zoë said to herself. Knowing he wouldn't hear her.

…

She had stood there for a second before she walked to their bedroom, there was no way he was sleeping at home tonight. Not after he just walked away during a fight.

She had a bag with his clothes packed on the backseat of the car while she drove the OB/GYN. She was going to leave it at SRU for him when she was finished.

…

"Mrs Parker?" Zoë got up, the last name was still some getting used to. "Please follow me."

Zoë sat down on a table.

"The doctor will be with you shortly." Zoë nodded as a thanks.

…

"Mrs Parker." The doctor came in and shook her hand.

"Please, Zoë." She nodded.

"I'm Dr Montgomery. Let's see." She checked a file in hand. "This is your first time with me, do you have a former OB/GYN here?"

"Nope."

"Okay, you are trying to get pregnant?" She closed the file and put it on a table.

"When I made the appointment, yes. Right now, I think I am." Dr Montgomery nodded.

"If you can lay down and lift your shirt a little, I can check with a ultrasound." Zoë nodded and did as she asked. "This gel can be a little cold." She put the gel on before spreading it with the ultrasound. "Let's see."

Zoë looked to her right, trying to peek at the screen and not succeeding.

"Hmm." The doctor turned the screen to let Zoë see. "Congratulations, you are pregnant." Zoë smiled brightly.

"Can you see if it's a boy or a girl?" She asked excitedly.

"Not yet, it's a little early for that. You are about 10 weeks pregnant."

Zoë nodded.

"That's great, can you print three out for me?"

"Yes, of course." Dr Montgomery pushed a few buttons.

"So how do we proceed?" Dr Montgomery handed Zoë a tissue so she could wipe all the gel away.

"Well, I will give you vitamins and we will make an appointment for your next ultrasound."

"Okay, and what about working?"

"Depending on your job that shouldn't be a problem until you are at least 6 or 7 months pregnant. At least."

"That's where my job forms a problem, I'm a SRU cop. That's like SWAT, so it's kind of dangerous."

"Uuhm. So you get shot at?"

"Yeah, pretty much on a daily basis. Sometimes one hits my vest."

"Do you have some kind of desk duty?"

"Sort of."

"I suggest that, and I'm sure you have a physician at work?" Zoë nodded. "You should ask him, he knows the risks of your job much better than I do." Zoë nodded again. "Here you have the pictures, do you have any other questions?"

"No, I think I'm good. Thanks."

"You can make an appointment at the desk, I want to see you again in 9 weeks."

Zoë nodded and thanked her before walking out to make her appointment at the desk.

…

"Hey, Winnie. Are they out on calls?"

"Yeah, they both are."

"Good. Thank you."

Zoë had taken the bag from her car and put one of the ultrasound pictures in an envelope after writing something on the back. She walked towards the men's locker-room, she walked in and put the bag on the bench, she then took the envelope, wrote his name on it and put it on the bag.

She then walked towards the women's locker-room and put the ultrasound on the inside of her locker door before leaving towards her car.

…

"Hey Winnie, anything happened here?" Greg asked as he and his team walked in.

"Not really, Zoë stopped by but she was gone within 5 minutes. I think she left something in the men's locker-room." Greg nodded. "That was a good call."

"No one died, it's always a good call when no one dies."

"I'm glad the cop survived." Greg smiled at her before moving to the locker-room.

He walked in and noticed a bag on the bench, an envelope on top with his name written on it. The last time he had a bag like this from Zoë she kicked him out. Ed walked up behind him.

"What's that?"

"I'm guessing an overnight bag." Greg walked towards it and zipped it open, confirming his suspicions.

"I didn't know you were going somewhere."

"I didn't either." Greg grabbed the envelope and opened it, pulling out the ultrasound backwards. He read what was written on the back.

'I really don't want to see you right now.'

He turned it around to see the ultrasound.

"Greg, you okay?" Ed asked, seeing the look on his face. "Buddy?" He was getting a little worried when he didn't answer.

"She's pregnant."

"That's a good thing.. right?"

"I wasn't there. I took the day off to be there for her, and I wasn't." He sat down on the bench. "Can I stay with you?"

"Sure." Ed smiled at his friend before opening his locker.

Greg got up, opened his locker and put the picture on the inside of the door.

"Think she'll pick up if I call her?" He asked his best friend.

"No." Greg nodded. "But you can always text her." He send her a text before changing and leaving with Ed. Ed usually took a ride with Wordy, but if Greg was going to stay over he could ride with him.

…

Zoë's phone buzzed. She checked, it was a text from Greg. She doubted for a second but decided to open it.

'Hey, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I would've loved to be there with you, I'm staying at Ed's. Call me if you need me, for anything. Love you, G.'

She started a bath and threw the phone on the bed.

…

"Hey," Ed walked in and kissed Sophie on her cheek. "Is it okay if Greg stays over?"

"Doghouse?"

"Yeah." Sophie smiled.

"Sure, the couch is free." Greg smiled thankfully. "Dinner will be ready soon, I'll set you an extra plate."

…

"So, what did you do?" Clark asked Greg during dinner. "To get kicked out." He elaborated, earning an under the table kick from his dad.

"I broke my vows." He sighed.

"Did she text you back?" Ed asked him.

"No."

"It'll be okay, Greg."

…

Zoë was laying in bed, awake. She was exhausted and had gone to bed early but couldn't sleep. She hated that she missed Greg too much to be able to sleep. At first, she wanted to make him grovel. But right now she wasn't so sure anymore, she just wanted to hug him. She wasn't angry anymore. She checked the time, not even 10.

…

Greg was watching TV with the Lane-family when his phone buzzed. He quickly grabbed it, a smile lighting his face when he saw it was Zoë.

'You still awake?'

'Yeah, watching some awful movie with the lane's. How are you doing?' He quickly hit send, hoping to get an answer soon.

It wasn't long until his phone started ringing. Everyone turned to face him.

"It's Zoë." He smiled at them before excusing himself and walking away to the backyard.

"Hey," He sat down on a chair outside.

"Hey, so I was trying to sleep." He checked his watch.

"That's early."

"Yeah, I'm exhausted. Thing is, I can't sleep."

"I'm sorry to hear that." He didn't know what to say, he wanted to apologize but had no idea how to.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like crap, I'm really sorry Zo. I wasn't there for you when I should've been. If there's anything I can do.."

"I'm tired..I just want to sleep.. Do you mind coming back?"

"Of course not. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Thanks Zo."

"I'm just doing this for me."

"I know." He smiled. "See you."

"See you." He hung up and walked inside.

"So, I'm going home." He grabbed his bag from next to the couch. "Thank you for letting me stay here." He quickly said goodbye to everyone.

…

"Zoë?" He called out when he walked inside, dropping his bag and hanging his coat. He walked to their room, to find her in bed.

"Hey." Greg noticed how tired she looked. He tossed his shoes, jeans and button-down shirt and lay in bed next to her.

"You look beautiful."

"I look no different than this morning." He smiled, pulled her against him and put his hand on her stomach.

"Yes you do." He kissed her behind her ear. "Go to sleep." She nodded, and it wasn't long until her breathing evened out.

…

Greg could feel her stir a little the next morning.

"It's still early, you can sleep." She smiled and turned on her back so she could see him.

"I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad to be here." He gave her a quick kiss. "So, how far along are we?"

"About 10 weeks."

"That's, long.."

"Yeah, well it said negative a few weeks ago."

"Want to share all those annoying pregnancy signs?"

"I'm tired, a lot. Nauseous, I've been having slight mood swings the last few days. And I kicked you out because of these damn hormones."

"So, how do we proceed?"

"Next sonogram is in 12 weeks. We can know the sex then, and can do all kinds of tests a few weeks before that."

"For down syndrome and such?"

"Yeah, those."

"Do you want to do them?"

"Yes, I do."

"Ok."

…

Zoë had been in the truck for the last couple of weeks. She had talked to the physician and he agreed the truck would be a good place for now. They were looking for a replacement now, she would be gone for at least 3 months. She hated it already, being unable to do much.

"You guys okay?" Donna asked Greg and Zoë. They were waiting for the doctor to call about the test they had done, the one that can indentify hundreds of genetic and chromosomal disorders.

"We're fine, Donna." Greg smiled gently at her. "Just waiting for a call."

"Okay, Zoë. Weigh-in in half an hour." She nodded, still staring at the phone.

Donna had just left when it started ringing.

"Zoë." She answered the phone.

"Dr Montgomery, let me put you on speaker." She lay the phone down.

"I'm just calling to inform you about the results." They waited for her to continue. "I'm bringing good news. It was all negative." Both Zoë and Greg released a breath.

"Thank you." They said goodbye and Greg hung up.

"Good news." They both got up and hugged.

"Good news." Zoë repeated him. "I'm going to go for my weigh in."

…

"Zoë, your turn."

"Yeah that's fair, put the pregnant woman on the scale." They smiled at her. She had becoming visibly pregnant over the last few weeks.

"When's the next ultrasound?" Donna asked her as she stepped of the scale.

"Next week." Zoë smiled at her.

"So, am I going to see another picture in your locker?"

"You sure are."

"Come on, let's work out." Jimmy, team 2 team leader, said.

Zoë walked towards the bike, she hadn't been able to spar for a little while, knowing Greg would kill her.

"That's unhealthy you know." Spike sat down on the bike next to her not much later, apparently team 1 was working out as well.

"I don't care, I'm hungry." She popped another potato chip in her mouth. "Want one?"

"Nah, my team leader will kill me."

They talked for a little bit until team one was called out to an hot call.

…

Dr Montgomery was looking at the ultrasound screen, she was trying to determine gender. Zoë and Greg were nervously waiting for her.

"Congratulations, it's a boy." Zoë smiled at Greg.

"You get to give the sex talk." She told him.

"Think you're being a little early with that, sweetie." He kissed her temple.

"Three copies again?" Zoë nodded.

…

"Hey," Zoë was laying down on the couch when Greg came back from the weekend shift a few days later.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Good, come here for a sec." He nodded and walked towards her. She took his hand and put it on her growing belly.

"What..?"

"Give it a second." It wasn't long before Greg felt their boy kick.

"Did he just?"

"He did. I'm glad you can finally feel it to."

"Me too." He kissed her. "What do you want to eat?"

"Pizza!"

"You know I have to make it a healthy pizza?"

"Yes.."

"Have you taking your vitamins?" He walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water and her vitamins, knowing she didn't.

"No.." She accepted the glass and vitamins. "I'm growing a person, you can do the rest. You know that."

"I do." He smiled at her.

They had started turning one of the rooms into a baby-room. It held mostly boxes and junk now.

…

Weeks passed as she had another couple of tests. Her SRU-replacement had been running with them for the past few days, trying to get the swing of it. Today was her last day at work. She wasn't looking forward to sitting at home.

"Thanks for the gifts guys." She hugged both of the teams, best she could. "But you don't get rid of me this easy, you're going to see plenty of me. I'm not just going to sit around at home all the time."

"Wouldn't expect you to." Spike smiled at her.

"If he doesn't listen, just call me." She smiled at Ed, referring to Greg. "Or if he gives you a hard time, or when he's complaining about how difficult I am." She smiled before walking away.

…

Zoë had indeed visited them a lot of times, the job didn't get less demanding just because she was pregnant so she was alone a lot. She was always happy when Greg came home.

…

"Hey, sleep right?" He asked her as she walked into the living room on Saturday.

"No." She sat down on the couch. "This boy of yours keeps kicking.."

"That's a good sign."

"Say that when he's keeping you awake."

"Okay, but how are you feeling?"

"Fat." He walked towards her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You're not fat."

"Yes I am. I'm too fat to move around in my own damn kitchen. I'm fat and ugly."

"No, you're not." He squatted down in front of her. "You're beautiful"

"Liar." She got up.

"Zoë.."

"I just have to pee, AGAIN!" She said frustrated before moving to the bathroom.

She had been moody since a couple of days. She didn't like her body, she was now 37 weeks pregnant and they both knew it could happen any day now.

...

"Greg pick up your damn phone!" Zoë screamed into her phone.

"This is Greg Parker's voicemail, leave a message and I'll call you back."

"Dammit." She then tried Ed.

"Ed"

"Ed, it's Zoë. Greg with you?" She was doing her breathing exercises.

"He's in the shower, everything okay?"

"Tell him to get his ass out of the damn shower, my water broke like 5 minutes ago and I could really use a ride!"

"Pulling him out right now. He'll call you back, just keep your breathing slow." He hung up the phone.

…

"Greg?"

"Eddie, I'm in the shower.."

"I know." Ed walked into the shower area. "But I thought you might like to know that your wife is in labour and she could use a ride." Greg looked up.

"You serious?"

"As a heart attack." Greg shut of the shower and grabbed a towel.

He walked back to the bench

"Where are my damn clothes!" He looked around for them but couldn't find him.

"You put them in the washer Sarge." Spike said.

"Right.." Ed had spilled coffee all over his clothes this morning. He pulled his uniform back on and called her back.

"Finally!"

"I'm sorry baby, I'm on my way. Be there in 10, you can always call an ambulance?"

"I don't need a damn ambulance, I need my fucking husband!"

"Your fucking husband is on his way, I promise." He smiled while he put his shoes on and ran out of the locker-room.

"Don't smile!"

"My bad." He smiled again.

…

He had taken one of the SRU cars, those had sirens and would make going through traffic a lot easier. He helped Zoë into the passenger's seat before speeding of to the hospital. He called the doctor while driving, telling her they were on their way.

He stopped the car at the emergency room and they were already waiting with a wheelchair, he didn't bother parking the car right and walked inside with her. Wearing the uniform did have some advantages.

…

Greg and Zoë knew both of the teams would be waiting outside by now, it was a few hours later.

"Last push, Zoë." Dr Montgomery encouraged her, Zoë did as told. They smiled at each other as they heard a baby boy crying.

"Would you like to cut the umbilical cord?" Dr Montgomery asked Greg.

"Yes, I would love to." Greg took the scissors and cut the cord. He then sat back next to Zoë while they weighed the baby and cleaned him up a little.

"Zoë, do you want to hold your new baby boy?" Dr Montgomery asked.

"Yes." She held her boy for a few minutes before handing him to Greg. "Meet your new son, Brandon Michaelangelo Joey Parker."

A/N So I'm calling this 'The End.' I'm a little sad it had to end but glad I got loyal reviewers. If you've never reviewed me, please do now. Last chance :)?

Thanks to especially fireandice1986 and garb50, who I could always turn to for honest opinions and help xD

I've already been asked for a sequel, I don't think that's going to work out.. Maybe in a little bit I will either start a sequel or put in a 10-year-later thing. Lemme know what you think.

I will repost chapters, I will take out all the mistakes (or at least most of them). I don't think you guys get notifications for that, but if you do. Sorry xD