Second to last chapter.

There is a lot going on because it is near the end… Lots of POV changes. Kinda.

Thanks to my amazing beta Sparkles-And-Sprinkles!

Chapter 14

Cammie POV

"Where is he?" I yelled bursting into the CIA hospital floor.

"Whoa, Cammie slow down." Bex grabbed a hold of my shoulders.

"I want to see my husband," I said.

"Cammie, if you don't calm down, that baby is going to pop out of you." Bex said.

"Babies don't pop out Bex," I said, my hands on my hips.

"Work with me here," Bex said, collapsing into a chair sounding as tired as I felt.

"They aren't letting anyone see them yet. Only one's awake, but they aren't ours. We don't even know him." That made my heart sink.

After about a minute of silence I sat down next to her, groaning slightly. "You can look if you want." Bex said handing me two brightly colored folders.

Naturally I looked at Zach's first, being the worried wife I was. It didn't say much, just the damage done, what was used to fix it, how they fixed it and so on.

"Why didn't you tell me they were back earlier?" I asked looking over a Bex who had her eyes closed. "Because I knew you might get worked up and stressed about the fact that your husband has been in a coma for a week. You're not supposed to have much stress right now."

I sighed. Zach was in a coma. All we could do was wait.

A few days later, after much waiting and a few more sleepless nights, Zach and Grant were admitted visitors. Bex gave me a fleeting smile as she walked into Grant's room.

Zach didn't really look like himself. His arm was wrapped up tightly and strapped to his side. An IV dripped some unknown liquid into him. If he was awake, I would have probably slapped him but then hugged the living daylights out of him.

Smiling slightly, I reached out and touched his face. His cheek jerked as I did. I laughed silently at him, wondering how he would react to the news about our baby.

"Hey Zach," I whispered. "You need to wake up now. You're safe now. We are right here." When he didn't respond, I pulled a chair over and sat there with his hand in mine. More waiting. Oh the joy.

Maybe it was a few hours or a couple days but Zach finally came too. I wasn't there when it happened sadly, but hello – pregnant people gotta eat!

So I was informed by a doctor that he had woken and I rushed to his room, the doctor yelling to me to be quiet since Zach was still recovering and to take it slow being in 'my condition'. I ignored him.

I sat down beside Zach, who with just my luck was asleep. "Dang it," I muttered, sitting down next to him and taking his hand yet again. His head moved on the pillow, maybe a bit more movement then I had seen before.

After a few hours I was pacing. He better wake up again or I will… never mind.

"Ca...Cammie?" his voice rose from the bed, a bit dry and horse.

"Zach!" I skipped over to his bedside, taking his hand again.

"Where am I?" he asked, blinking.

"The hospital, sweetheart," I said soothingly, rubbing my thumbs over the back of his hand slowly.

This baby was changing me. I mentally slapped myself. Zach shook his head, wincing.

"Don't do that," I scolded, laying my hand on his forehead. He opened his eyes and looked up at me, blinking some more.

"Cammie?"

"What?"

"You're fat."

"ZACH!" I gapped at him. Wasn't it obvious?

"What?"

"I'm pregnant!" I yelled.

Realization seemed to dawn on Zach's face after a moment. "Wait a minute," he gasped. He shot straight up but seemed to regret it afterwards.

"Told you to be careful," I reminded him.

"You didn't tell me anything," he griped.

"I was thinking it." I assisted him as he tried to lie back down on his bed.

Zach scrunched his eyebrows together."Wait, is that what you were going to tell me before I left for whatever I was doing?" he asked.

I nodded slowly. "Oh, Cammie," he started.

I silenced him with a kiss. "It doesn't matter anymore. You're here now and you're safe." I said into his hair. Zach closed his eyes again before opening them.

Hesitantly he reached out and touched my baby bump. "Weird," he mumbled.

I slapped his hand lightly. "I think you need to go back to sleep now." I said.

"No. Tell me what happened," Zach said persistently.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't say anything. Biting my lip, I sat down again. "Do you not remember?" I asked.

Zach thought for a minute. His mind was still groggy, it was apparent. "I think I remember leaving the house… you said you had something you needed to tell me but I didn't stay and listen."

"Correct. Well now you know what it was," I said with a smile.

Zach nodded. "But that's it," he complained. "That's all I remember."

I tilted my head as I swept his hair back. He needed a serious haircut. "Well, you went MIA about three weeks after your mission. You were gone for about…eh… five months at the most?" I guessed.

"But how did I get here?" he asked.

"Your helicopter exploded," I whispered. "You all almost died."

Zach blinked, and suddenly sat up straighter, wincing, but not seeming to care. "Hey," I scolded him. "I thought I told you not to do that."

"Grant, Nick, Allison? Are they okay?" he asked, emerald eyes wide.

"Don't worry, Zach," I assured him. "They're fine. Nick's awake; he has been for a while. He got out yesterday."

"And Allison?" he insisted. "What about her?"

"Suffered a nasty blow to the head and a pretty bad cut in her throat," I said gently. The image of the girl popped into my head and I pushed it away quickly.

"Grant?" I stopped shorty, biting my tongue to keep from speaking. Was he ready for that news? "Cammie?" Zach asked to my silence.

"We don't know," I muttered.

"Oh," he whispered, his eyes dropping to the floor sadly.

"Bex is with him right now," I said. "But when he'll wake up? We have no clue."

Zach didn't say anything.

Zach

My mind was fuzzy and I didn't like it. My body hurt and I didn't like that either.

Cammie had explained to me what had happened. Especially to my arm. It just so happened it broke it clean through and that I kept using it surprisingly. I guess the adrenaline really help at that part. I had kept using it and ripped the muscles, which hurt like heck. (A/N: I am not a doctor. I do not know these things.)

Cammie sat next to me as I drifted in and out of conciseness, thanks to the strong medication I was on for pain. Finally, she spoke up.

"It's tomorrow," she said softly.

"What's tomorrow?" I asked, confused.

Cammie moved to side of the hospital bed. "Tomorrow I go in for them to induce me. The baby's late and it's not a good thing."

"Oh," I breathed, looking down to the floor. "But I can't be there."

"Let me see if I can pull some strings," she said quickly. "Don't worry. You're not supposed to worry right now."

"Then can you stay here right now so I don't have to worry?" I asked.

"I guess. I just need to go talk to someone about that right now." She got up, kissed me softly and left.

The next day- Third Person- Bex and Grant

Bex was bored. Her silly fiancé wouldn't wake up and now Cammie was going to go have her baby. They wouldn't let Zach come, due to his condition, which did not make him a happy camper.

So Bex picked at the ugly yellow blanket, she stared out the window, paced the room, and flipped through TV channels. Nothing.

She cursed at Grant. Nothing. Nothing was working.

Finally a groan came from the form, named Grant or who Bex was now calling something completely different.

"Grant?" Bex asked quietly. Another groan. "Come on, you have to give me more than that." This went on for several hours. Bex growing more and more frustrated.

After what seemed like forever Grant formed a sentence. "Do I know you?" he asked in the scratchiest, weakest voice Bex had ever heard.

"Grant, it's me," Bex said, looking into Grant's dark eyes which seemed focused on the bright white ceiling.

"Who's me? Isn't me, me?" Grant asked, blinking rapidly.

"No Grant, I'm Bex," she whispered to him, leaning down a little closer so she could hear his response better.

"Who is Bex?" Grant mumbled. "What's going on? Where am I? Who am I?"

Bex swallowed hard. "I'll be right back," she said.

"Don't go," Grant called as he blindly searched for her hand. "I like the sound of your voice."

"Just…" Bex ran out of the room quickly. "I need a doctor!" she called to the CIA nurse, who resided in the front desk.

"Sorry miss, but I'm afraid all of the doctors are busy right now with other patients," the nurse said.

"I want a doctor NOW!" Bex snarled at her.

"I'm sorry…"

"Get him a doctor… now!" Bex said, pointing towards Grant's room. The nurse scurried off.

Frustrated Bex slid down the side of the desk to the floor, her face in her hands. "Why Grant?" she whispered as a doctor ran by.

"You okay?"

Bex lifted her head to see a man standing a few feet from her. "Yeah … fine."

"Ha. I believe that." The man took a few steps forward. Bex glared at him but he just smirked back. "Nick," he introduced himself, extending his hand.

"Bex." She didn't reach out to shake his hand so he pulled it away. "You're here for…?" he asked.

"Not your business," she said.

"You're here for Grant," Nick said casually. Bex looked at him like he was the weirdest thing. "What? I'm here for the some reason you are. Comatose companions." He looked at the boring white wall.

"Since when did I ask about why you were here?" Bex asked.

"You didn't," Nick responded, shrugging. "I took control of the conversation."

Bex rolled her eyes, but Nick wasn't done. "So tell me," he said, "how Grant is doing."

Bex looked at her hands. "He woke up today."

"Is that all I'm going to get?" Nick asked. Bex nodded. She barely knew this man.

"Well if you won't tell me anything about yourself than…"

"I don't want to hear about you and whatever your little life has blessed you with so far," Bex snapped.

"Harsh." Nick was looking down at her, cocking his head. Bex rolled her eyes, turning then to her lap. Nick ran his finger over the outside of the cast he had. "Stop that," Bex snapped again.

"Ms. Baxter?" Bex shot to her feet as the doctor appeared in the hallway.

"Did you find anything?" she asked.

"Well… I'm afraid… Mr. Newman is not as well as we had all hoped," the doctor said. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well you see… it seems… that the explosion he was in… he sustained a severe head injury causing him to lose his memory and his sight."

Bex closed her eyes. Nick, even though he had just met her, felt the need to hug her, so he did. Bex pulled away from him. "I don't need sympathy," she barked.

"He's asking for you," the doctor informed her.

"Can you do anything for him?"

The doctor paused. "Well, the CIA labs are working on memory restoration, it should be ready soon for testing. We can also do laser eye surgery and try and stimulate his eyes into working again. But not in his condition now. He needs full recovery first. It's going to be hard. For you and for him."

"I'm sorry," Nick said softly. Bex nodded before turning into Grants room.

Takes place after the baby is born. (And what you all have been waiting for…)

Cammie POV

They wouldn't let Zach come. He wasn't happy but he had to live with it. But I promised him that I would make them take me to his room afterwords.

Yeah, it was hard, but now I felt like I could go back to a somewhat normal like with my banged husband and newborn son.

When we reached Zach's room, me in a wheelchair – even though I wanted to walk myself up there – I was saddened when he appeared to be asleep. As soon as we accidently ran into his bed, his eyes opened.

He tried to sit up, but the nurse raised his bed. "Is that…?" he started.

I nodded a large smile on my face. The nurse moved me to his bedside where I deposited softly, our new son in his arms.

"Did you give him a name?" Zach asked.

I shook my head, still smiling.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I want you to do that part," I said. Zach smirked. "He's so tiny."

I laughed, and the nurse called over to me. "Mrs. Goode? Can we put you over here?" She pointed to a spot across the room where I would be out of the way of a doctor if one was needed for Zach.

I looked back up at both boys, who seemed perfectly content, so I said, "Sure." I was moved over to where the nurse wanted to put me, and we spent the rest of the afternoon together.

As I pretended to sleep later that day, I heard Zach talking softy to our son. "I think we'll call you… Matthew. Yeah, that sounds right. And your middle name can be… Joseph. Matthew Joseph Goode. Named after two men who gave their lives for their country."

I did not really like this chapter. Also updates will not be a quick. Sorry about that. :(

And there you have it. You finally found out. Grant had a really bad case of amieisia and is not blind. Still not a doctor, have never had a baby. This is getting akward over here…

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