This wasn't actually a prompt, but something that popped into my head and wouldn't go away. Since it doesn't fit into the story I'm currently writing and it's a short one-shot, I figured I'd include it with this batch of stories. Enjoy! And please leave a review and let me know what you think. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue.

A New Life

Andy was lying on the couch, twirling the wedding band on her finger and smiling. Almost two years later and she still couldn't believe Sam was hers. ALL hers. Lost in thought, she was startled when she felt like she'd been lightly punched from the inside. It wasn't until the second time it happened that she realized what it was. She put a hand over her stomach and felt the little life inside. She'd felt the feeling of butterflies once in a while for the last couple of weeks but this was a new sensation. She got up from the couch and padded to the kitchen, where Sam was making them dinner.

He turned when he felt her presence. He saw the glistening in her eyes and her hand on her stomach, and worry coursed through his veins. "Hey, everything okay?"

She nodded as she walked over to him. "Everything's fine. You need to..." She bit her lip, not finishing the sentence as she wanted him to feel it rather than hear her words. She took his hand and placed it over her ever growing bump, covering his hand with her own. She knew the instant he felt it because his eyes went wide.

"Is that? That's our..." She nodded animatedly. "Wow."

"I think we've got a future soccer player here. Or a boxer. I mean, I don't know if that's a foot or a hand, or maybe even an elbow, or - " She stopped talking when she saw Sam smiling at her, giving her the look that told her she was babbling.

She smiled and released her hand, but Sam kept his steady on her belly as he bent over so his face was at the same level. "Hey little one, don't beat your mommy up while you're in there."

"Sam," she laughed, as she ruffled a hand through his hair. "He or she is supposed to do that."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"No, it's..." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought them back. "Stupid hormones," she mumbled. Sam stood up straight and rubbed his hand on her stomach to calm her. She sniffled before continuing. "It's the little life we made. I love feeling it inside me."

He cupped her cheek with his free hand and leaned in to bring his lips to hers briefly. "I love you both."

She smiled as he nudged his nose with hers. "I love you too."

"Was this the first time?" he asked, looking down at the bump between them.

She nodded. "I felt little flutters before, but nothing like this. I wouldn't let you miss it."

"Thank you." He pressed his lips to hers again before pulling back and heading back to the stove.

"Dinner almost ready?" she asked, inhaling the wonderful smells of the homemade stew he was making.

"Someone's hungry," he teased.

"Shut up. I'm eating for two now," she retorted playfully, smiling at her husband.

"Yeah, yeah." He grinned at her over his shoulder. "Take a seat. It's just about done."

They'd been eating quietly for a few minutes when Andy spoke again. "I, uh...I'm gonna talk to Frank tomorrow, ask him to put me on desk duty."

Sam didn't hold back his surprise, his eyes going wide. He knew she hated desk duty and usually did everything she could to avoid it. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I..." She shrugged and started moving food around her plate. She placed her free hand over her belly where she'd felt their child kick earlier. "It made it real. I mean, even more real. I don't want anything to happen. I don't want to risk our child's life because I'm selfish and want to be on the streets."

He reached over and placed his hand on hers. "You're the least selfish person I know, Andy."

"I just don't want to take any risks." All she could think about was what could happen if someone kicked her in the stomach or pushed her down, not to mention something more serious.

"I can talk to Frank, see if he can assign you to the D's, at least part of the time. Lessen the boredom of the front desk," he offered.

Andy's lips curved into a smile. "I'd like that."

"Okay then, we'll go talk to him together tomorrow."

Her hormones were getting the best of her again and a tear escaped her eye and slid down her cheek. Sam saw and wiped it away with his thumb. "What's wrong?"

"I want to be a good mom," she said, sniffling.

"You're going to be a great mom. Andy...Andy, look at me." He nudged her chin with his finger until her eyes met his. "You're already putting our child first, making sure he or she is safe."

"But, our parents...I mean..."

"C'mere," he said tugging her until she got up and sat on his lap. He cupped her cheek and stared at her. "We are not our parents. You're the one who made me believe that. We are not like them. We won't make the same mistakes they did."

His words helped to soothe her, along with the hand rubbing her back. She nestled her head into the crook of his neck, seeking the comfort his body always offered to her. "I love you. I'm sorry I'm so emotional," she mumbled into his neck.

He turned his face to kiss her forehead. He knew their dinner was quickly getting cold, but it didn't matter; food could easily be re-heated. Andy's emotions had been on a roller-coaster through her whole pregnancy and he knew all she needed right now was to be held. "Love you too. It'll all be okay."