I have so spaced out lately, I thought that I had posted all of this story because I have written a lot of it but when I looked at the actually fanfic site I noticed there were only 15 chapters posted. So my gift to you and my apologies for forgetting I didn't update I am POSTING 3 CHAPTERS tonight...

Chapter 16

Jackson was gurgling on my shoulder as I walked into booking, civilians weren't supposed to be back here unless they were getting arrested.

"Miss, you can't be here, especially with a baby. There are a lot of dangerous people around." I heard a rookie say. I looked at him and gave him a glare, I noticed his name tag.

"Sharpe, I can be here if I want to be. I can take care of myself and my son thank you very much." I spat out angrily.

"What are you guys doing here?" I say as I see Mark and Rhys making their way into booking with handcuffs on.

"Andy! We got busted because we were disturbing the peace but I think this cop has it out for us. All we were doing was singing in a park." Rhys said. "Is that Jackson, he is so cute, he looks like his mother."

"The better question is what are you doing here?" Mark said after shooting Rhys a glare.

"I was called down here by Boyko to check on my father. You guys were supposed to be my babysitters now you had to go and get arrested, thanks guys." The rookie dropped his clipboard and the sudden noise cause Jackson to start crying.

I was rocking Jackson back and forth and I placed him over my shoulder so he was facing behind me and rubbed my hand soothingly on his back in circle. He wasn't letting up; I think all my stress was getting to him. I was bouncing him up and down still in the holding cells hallway; I was so into trying to get Jackson to stop crying that I didn't hear the door opening.

"Here, let me try to calm him down." I heard a voice say from behind me, and felt a hand on my back and it startled me. I whipped around and my eyes widened when I saw who it was. I don't think he noticed me right away, my hair has grown and all my piercings were gone and I was wearing barely any makeup. I looked up and his eyes met mine, I swear that I heard a faint 'Drea'. I should have known that after all this time I would feel the same feeling for him, everything was always intense between us. He was staring at me.

"McNally, we'll see you later, gotta head to juvie now." I heard Rhys say when the rookie was escorting him to the cells. Leaving Sam and I alone in booking.

"Bye." I responded to him while still looking at Sam.

Sam had a look on his face which I couldn't quite distinguish. It was like he was torn between many emotions. I think he finally made the connection between me and my friends and father; he was staring at me wide eyed. Then all of the sudden his eyes darted between me and Jackson. I swear if this situation wasn't so funny I would have busted out with laughter. I couldn't help the little giggle that escaped my and Jackson saw Sam staring at him and stopped crying. Sam's head shot up to look at me and he gave me a little smile.

That was when I noticed Sam, he had grown out his hair a little longer and he had some scruff on his face. His eyes looked like he had aged 10 years and there was pain behind them, they looked tired. I felt bad knowing that I was the reason for all that pain.

"His name is Jackson." I told Sam. "He's your son." Sam froze, his gaze staying on Jackson and he hasn't said a word yet and I didn't want to pressure him.

"You want to hold him?" I asked when his eyes wouldn't leave Jackson during our moment of silence.

"I.. Um.. Yeah." He said. I handed Jackson over to him and couldn't help but smile at that picture, my son has finally met his father. Jackson lifted him palm up to Sam's face and I think I saw a tear fall out of his eyes. I reached my hand up and cupped his other cheek, I ran my thumb under his eye and wiped away his tear.

"I am so sorry Sam." I whispered.

SPOV

I know cops are supposed to be level headed and not have a bias opinion of someone but whenever I am patrolling and I see that two idiots Rhys and Mark I have to detain them. Some part of me hopes that they will tell me when Drea is. This started a couple months after she left, I saw them doing graffiti on a wall and I snapped. Now it seems my week isn't complete without arresting them. Today was no different.

I woke up and made my way to the station just like every other day. The morning started out with a gut feeling, I knew something was going to happen today. After parade I got into my car with one of the rookies whose name I haven't bothered to learn and we drove around. It was a quiet day which usually means trouble. It was at 11:45 when I saw Mark and Rhys in the park. I could see them singing on the top of their lungs. I parked my car and we went out to arrest them. Once they were in the car and back at the station, my gut feeling intensified. I knew something was going to happen soon. The rookie led them into booking and I started to walk in but then I realized I left my wallet in the car so I went back to get it.

I was probably only gone for a minute or so when I heard a baby crying coming from the booking room. That was strange especially since no civilians were allowed back there and none of the staff had babies. I walked through the door and say a baby crying on the top of its lungs, the rookie looked petrified, obviously having no idea what to do. I always had a soft spot for babies.

I went up towards the woman, "Here, let me try to calm him down." I said and placed my hand on her back. She turned around and her eyes widened, I think I startled her. I looked at her and couldn't help but think she was extremely familiar; she looked exactly like my Drea except this woman's hair was longer and she had no piercings. Our eyes met each other's and that was when I knew.

"Drea." I whispered under my breath.

"McNally, we'll see you later, gotta head to juvie now." I heard one of the kids I arrested say.

"Bye." she responded to him.

Everything was starting to click together. Drea, her last name was McNally, my TO Tommy McNally's daughter. Oh God. Rhys and Mark were the friends she was arrested for. I knew tommy had a daughter but he rarely referred to her by her name only by Andrea a couple times. It was then that I noticed she was holding a child. I kept looking back and forth between her and her son. I noticed how much they looked alike and that I think I could also see he had the same eyes as me. The baby stopped crying and I heard a giggle and knew it belonged to Drea. I looked up and gave her a smile.

"His name is Jackson." I heard her say to me. I couldn't quite believe it. "He's your son." I froze and stared at my son, Jackson.

"You want to hold him?" she asked me. I realized I haven't said anything but this is the biggest shock of my life, getting Drea back and finding out I have a son.

"I.. Um.. Yeah" I couldn't get out my answer. She handed him over to me, this was the best feeling in the world, holding my son for the first time. My son lifted his little tiny hand up to my face. I couldn't help but let a tear escape my eye. I was lost in my son's eyes. I felt a bigger hand cup my other cheek and knew she placed her hand there; she used her thumb to catch my fallen tears.

"I am so sorry Sam." I hear her whisper.