Sam was worried. He had been at Carlito's when Jesse texted him, saying that he and Michael were leaving to go after an organization for the CIA and didn't know when they would be back. Sam immediately called Fi to confirm, but when she didn't answer, he headed to the loft. Earlier that day, Fi had told him she was pregnant and planned to tell Michael that night. When he got there, only the Hyundai was parked outside Michael's Charger and Jesse's Porsche were gone.

He quickly walked upstairs, opening the door - surprisingly, it wasn't locked. Fi was on the balcony looking out over the river, standing with her back to him, her shoulders tense. The way she was holding herself told him something had gone wrong—her usually calm demeanor was replaced with a heaviness he hadn't seen in a while.
"Fi?" Sam's voice was soft, his heart pounding in his chest.

She didn't turn around; all she said was, "He left."

"You told him about the baby?" Sam's voice was gentle but firm, his concern growing by the second.

Fi nodded slightly, but didn't face him, her hands tightening around the railing.

"I did. I thought he'd... at least care enough to stay. But he just... left." Her words were barely a whisper, her shoulders sagging as if the weight of everything had just collapsed on her.

Sam took a step closer, pulling her to him and she laid her forehead against his chest, fists hitting him as she sobbed.

"Let it out Fi, just let it out."

The next week, Sam picked her up for her appointment. He felt so out of place, but once he heard the baby's heartbeat and saw Fi's reaction, he told himself he was going to be there for them no matter what.

Sam stepped in without hesitation, becoming her anchor through it all. He was there for every appointment, every sleepless night, and every moment of doubt. Somewhere along the way, as Sam held Fi's hand through contractions and stayed up with Claire in the NICU during the first four weeks of her life, he fell in love with both of them. But what Sam didn't realize was that Fi had fallen for him just as deeply.

Fi had been pacing around her maternity room - Claire had been early at only 33 weeks, and Sam had finally gotten her to lay down, even though she wasn't supposed to be up. Fi was stubborn like always and worried about her baby and wouldn't stay still. Sam finally persuaded her to lie down and go to sleep, just for the nurses to bring in Claire about ten minutes later. Before he knew it, he was shirtless with a newborn on his chest with a blanket on top of them. All because the nurse said it helped with bonding and could stabilize her breathing. Fi woke up sometime before the nurse came back to get Claire, to the sight of Sam in the chair by her bedside, shirtless with Claire resting peacefully on his chest. For a moment, she simply watched them, her heart swelling at the sight.

When Claire was only eight months old, Sam and her were playing when Fi walked out of the bathroom, face pale, her hands gripping something. He jumped up, placing Claire in her playpen, walking toward her,

"What's wrong?"

"I- I'm pregnant. I've been feeling off for a couple of weeks, I just thought it was from jobs and keeping up with Claire," she whispered, voice trembling as she started to cry.
Sam pulled her into his arms, smiling despite the shock of the news. He gently pulled back to look into her face.

"You're happy, right?" he asked softly.

Fi nodded, tears still glistening in her eyes, her smile fragile but real.

"Yes!" she whispered, a mix of joy and fear.

Sam kissed her forehead, his heart swelling. No matter what came next, they'd face it together. As he watched her wipe away her tears, a thought lingered in his mind—this was just the beginning. A new chapter for them both, one that would change everything. Claire started crying, so he leaned back and kissed her.

"Love you," he whispered.

"Love you too."

He walked back over to playpen, picking up Claire and bringing her over to Fi.

"Guess what, baby. You're going to be a big sister," Fi continued softly, her voice warm but thick with emotion. She looked up at him, a mixture of joy and vulnerability in her eyes.

"Looks like things are about to get even crazier around here," Sam said, kissing Claire's head.

Fi laughed softly, wiping at the last of her tears.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

He grinned as Fi walked over to the couch. He followed, settling beside her on the couch.

"Nah. It's the best kind of crazy."

Fi leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder while Claire dozed peacefully between them. "We've got this, right?"

He glanced down at them both, feeling the need to protect this in his chest.

"Yeah," he whispered, kissing her head.

"We've got this."