So, this is it, the end of this fic. It's a little bit of a rollercoaster ride, but I think you'll enjoy it. Thanks for traveling this little journey with me. :) To those that have reviewed as guests that I haven't been able to personally reply to, thank you for your reviews! And, for the last time in this fic, please leave a review to let me know what you think. :)

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Chapter 7

Three weeks after Jonah's trial began, the jury spent two days deliberating before coming back with a guilty verdict on all counts. A week later, Jonah was sentenced to life in prison without parole.

Andy had taken leave from work to attend the trial and when she returned, she and Sam spoke to Oliver about her pregnancy. They weren't announcing it publicly until she was further along, but she needed to be taken off patrol. It killed her not to work the streets, but she wanted to give their baby the best chance. If any of their friends questioned why Andy was stuck on desk duty, their story was that her therapist ordered it due to a small setback in her recovery.

Sam and Andy's wedding went off as planned nearly two months later. They'd been able to book the small church they wanted just outside the hustle and bustle of the city, and a rustic country club not far away for the reception. They'd kept it fairly small, but all of their close family and friends were there. Andy was thankfully barely showing a baby bump and the way her dress flowed hid the secret they were trying to keep until they got the all clear from the doctor.

Andy arrived at the church with Traci and Chloe, and was whisked away into a holding room at the back of the church. Andy was big on superstitions - and traditions - and had instructed everyone involved in the wedding that there couldn't be a chance Sam would see her in her dress before the ceremony began.

Traci walked into the room Andy had been brought to wait in and closed the door. "Okay, so since traffic wasn't as bad as we thought, we're a little early and Father Jean Pierre isn't quite ready yet," she said.

"But Sam's here?" Andy asked.

"Yes, I talked to Oliver and they are all set. He can't wait to see you come down that aisle," she replied.

"I can't wait to walk down that aisle to him," Andy said, a sparkle in her eye as she smiled.

"Keep it in your pants until the honeymoon, McNally," Traci teased.

Andy shook her head at her friend and took a glance in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place. She smoothed her hand over the front of her dress, hesitating briefly over where their baby was growing inside of her. She couldn't be happier; about to be married to the man she loved with all her heart and about to start their own little family.

"You look beautiful, Andy. Sam isn't gonna know what hit him when he sees you," Traci said, coming up behind her friend.

Andy turned around, a blush creeping over her cheeks. "I can't believe this day is finally here."

"Are you nervous?" Chloe asked.

"No. I mean, I should be nervous, right? Why aren't I?" Andy asked her friends.

"It's okay to not be nervous," Traci said with a chuckle.

"The love you and Sam have for each other is what every girl wants. We want someone to look at us like Sam looks at you. You two are like the relationship goal of every woman out there," Chloe said.

Andy and Traci laughed, but the maid of honor agreed. "Miss Fairytale here has a point. You're not nervous because since day one, the universe knew you two were going to get to this point. It was written in the stars."

"Come on guys, you have Dov and Steve. You guys are great together like Sam and I," Andy said.

"Dov is wonderful and we're having fun, but who knows if we'll make it together forever," Chloe replied.

"Steve is great too, but I don't know if I ever want to get married," Traci admitted. "You and Sam, you're something special."

"He's had half my heart since the day we met. I don't think I could live without him," Andy said, a grin slowly taking over her face.

"And that's why you're not nervous," Traci said.

Traci's phone buzzed and a quick glance told her that was their cue. "They're ready," she said, before handing Andy her bouquet, hydrangeas mixed with lily of the valley.

Andy took a deep breath, trying to calm her excitement so she didn't trip ungraciously and fall flat on her face in the middle of the aisle. Smiling, she looked at her two friends. "Let's do this."

A few minutes later, the three of them were waiting at the back of the church with Andy's father. The closed doors in front of them the only thing standing between the bride and groom. Andy linked her arm through her father's as they waited for the ceremony to begin.

"You ready for this, kiddo?" Tommy asked.

"I've been dreaming about this day," she said, looking up at him. "Not like a 6-year-old's dream of a fairytale wedding, but dreams of opening those doors and seeing Sam at the end of the aisle, and our eyes meeting for the first time. Everyone keeps telling me all eyes will be on me, but mine...My eyes will only be on Sam."

"He's a lucky guy," Tommy said.

"I'm the lucky one," she said dreamily.

"You know, Sam's the only guy I've ever thought deserved you," Tommy admitted.

"Dad," she said breathlessly. She never realized her dad thought that highly of her soon to be husband. "That's...I wish Sam knew you thought that about him."

"I said as much two or three years ago when he asked my permission to marry you," he told her.

"What? How? He only proposed a year ago." Andy started thinking back and realized if her dad was correct their conversation would've been before she'd been kidnapped.

"He told me he didn't know when, but he wanted to marry you someday. He was afraid it might come out in the spur of the moment and wanted to make sure I approved ahead of time because he knows how much traditions mean to you," Tommy explained.

Sam was constantly surprising Andy. He wasn't a planner, but he made sure everything was always perfect.

"I see how much he loves you," Tommy continued, as Andy was rendered speechless. "And someday when I'm no longer around, I know he'll be there to protect you."

"You've never told me any of this," she said, blinking back tears.

"You know me, not so great with words."

Out of the corner of her eye, Andy saw Chloe and Traci begin their walk down the aisle. "I love you, dad." She gave his arm a squeeze and leaned into him.

"I love you too, kiddo." The first notes of 'Here Comes the Bride' began and Tommy smiled at his daughter. "It's time."

Andy grinned up at him before they took matching steps to stand in the doorway of the church, and then began the walk down the aisle to her very soon-to-be husband.

Andy sat sideways on Sam's lap with her arms around his neck and his around her waist, as they enjoyed a quiet moment together at the reception. She smiled against his lips, not able to resist another kiss.

"Everything today has been perfect. I can't believe I'm Mrs. Swarek. And it still feels odd to say that," she said with a chuckle.

"Looks like you're stuck with me...McNally," he replied, emphasizing the fact he wasn't going to stop calling her that.

"I still like it when you call me that." She ran her fingers through his hair as she stared lovingly at him.

"Good, because even Mrs. Swarek will be my McNally." He brushed his nose across hers as she continued to smile.

"I love you, Sam Swarek."

"I love you, Andy Swarek."

"I like the sound of that too," she said.

"Good." He covered her lips with his for a passionate kiss.

Oliver and Traci had been looking on from across the room. "It's nice to see those two knuckleheads so happy," he said.

"I even saw Sam on the dance floor. I thought hell would freeze over first," Traci said, laughing.

"They'd do anything for each other," he said.

"I never thought there was such a thing as a perfect couple outside of fairytales, but they're it," Traci said, a smile gracing her face as she turned away from her best friend.

Oliver nodded in agreement. "I'm happy for them."

Traci couldn't argue with that and clinked Oliver's glass with her own. "Me too."

Back on the other side of the room, it was as if only the two of them existed, the sights and sounds around Sam and Andy blurring into the background. "As amazing as all of today has been, I can't wait until it's just you and me in Costa Rica tomorrow," Andy said as she played with Sam's tie.

"Without a care in the world," he added onto her thought. As his fingertips touched her back where the dress left her skin bare, goosebumps popped up on her arms.

"Okay, husband, we should go dance with our friends again before the night is over," she said, hopping up and reaching her hand out.

He placed his hand in hers as he stood up. "Or before they think we've left to start the honeymoon early," he said with his dimples popping. Before she could take a step, he tugged her against him, her giggle getting lost in another kiss.

They enjoyed their honeymoon so much, Sam and Andy were reluctant to come back to Toronto after a week in Costa Rica, but they settled into married life easily. Nothing had changed really, except the rings on their fingers now displayed to everyone the promise they made to love each other forever. When they got the okay from Andy's doctor, they eventually shared the news with their friends that they were expecting a baby.

Andy rolled her neck around, trying to loosen it up after staring at her computer for the last hour finishing some paperwork. She decided to take a break and go make some tea, and as she stood up, she knocked the file she'd been working on to the floor. She started to bend down to retrieve it before she was reminded that at seven months, her pregnant belly wasn't going to allow that to happen.

Sam walked over to her in time to hear her curse under her breath. Tongue in cheek trying to suppress his laughter, he bent down and picked up the file. "Need this?"

She snatched it from him with a huff. "What I need is for this baby to come out already," she said, pointing at her belly. "I need to pee every five seconds, I can't have coffee to get me through the day and I feel like a beached whale." Truthfully, Andy loved every second of being pregnant, knowing that soon enough the child that she and Sam made would be coming into the world. She wouldn't trade it for anything, even if that meant she couldn't reach her own feet.

"You're still beautiful, McNally," Sam replied, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

"You have to say that. I'm your wife. And I just did your paperwork for the last week," she said with a smirk.

"I'd say that even if I was doing your paperwork," he said.

Andy blushed and tossed the file onto her desk. "Did you need me for something?" she asked.

"No, just wanted to check in and see how you were doing," he said as they began walking down the hallway.

"I'm good. Just needed a little break and to walk around," she replied.

Andy noticed his mischievous look only a second before he dragged her into an empty observation room. "Sam! What are you doing?"

"It's a slow day, no one will need this room," he said, locking the door behind them.

It amazed her that even seven months pregnant Sam still wanted her. They hadn't had sex in months because her pregnancy was high risk, but that didn't mean they didn't have scorching make-out sessions.

He pressed her gently against the wall, kissing along her jaw from her neck up to her lips. She kissed him passionately when their lips finally met, and snaked her hands up the back of his shirt as he began to unbutton hers. His hands roamed and had her moaning into his mouth when they caressed her breasts, which had been a lot more sensitive lately. She dug her fingers into his back at the feel of his warm hands against her skin.

He slid a hand down her side and just as it reached her belly, he felt their baby kick. Andy smiled against his lips before he pulled back. She rested her hand on top of his as the baby kicked a few more times.

"I can't believe that doesn't hurt," he said, the heated moment now taken over by love for their unborn child.

She smiled at him. "I'd be worried if I didn't feel the baby kick. This one's going to be a little soccer - ow! That kick was to the bladder."

"Hey little one, be nice to mommy," Sam said, looking down at her belly as Andy laughed.

Her hand on the back of his neck pulled him in so their lips could meet again. "Ya know…I don't need coffee to get me through the day when you do," she mumbled against his lips.

He framed her face in his hands and deepened the kiss. Knowing they only had a few more minutes at most before someone started looking for one or both of them, he wanted to make the most of it.

Nearly two months later Andy woke up in the middle of the night with intense cramping. Her hands protectively circled around her large belly. "Sam...Sam." He rolled over, not opening his eyes as he wondered what tonight's pregnancy craving was going to be.

"Sam, something's wrong." The tone of her voice had his eyes flying open. This wasn't a late night craving of pickles, or pineapples mixed with vanilla ice cream. This was serious.

"What's the matter?" he asked, sitting up and placing a hand on her belly.

"I'm in pain. Something's wrong with the baby," she said before grimacing from the sharp pain.

"Okay, okay. Let's get you to the hospital, okay?" She nodded and he jumped out of bed and threw some clothes on. Andy was already wearing sweats, so he helped her get shoes on and they were out the door.

Leaning back against the seat in the truck as Sam sped to the hospital, Andy moaned again in pain. "Sam, I'm scared." The pain she felt was even worse than the time she'd taken a bullet to the vest.

He took one hand off the wheel, placing it on her belly, and Andy grabbed it tightly. "We're almost there. Stay strong, okay? The doctors will figure out what's going on."

Andy closed her eyes, and breathed in and out slowly to try and stay calm, despite feeling anything but. Before she knew it, they were at the hospital, and Sam was helping her out of the truck and screaming for a wheelchair.

Two nurses came running over to them and began wheeling Andy inside. "Is she in labor?" one asked.

"She says no, but she's in horrible pain," Sam replied as Andy screamed in pain again. "She's almost 9 months pregnant. There was some concern early in her pregnancy about severe scar tissue."

"Okay, sir, we're going to take good care of her," the nurse replied. Andy was wheeled into an emergency room and lifted onto a bed, and Sam never left her side.

Another nurse began to ask Sam questions about Andy - her name, date of birth and other basic information - while a doctor began to examine her.

"Okay, Andy, my name is Dr. Waters and I'm the OBGYN on duty tonight," the doctor introduced herself as she felt around Andy's belly.

"Please help. I can't lose this baby," Andy pleaded.

"I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that doesn't happen. Can you do something for me?" Andy immediately nodded at the question. "Okay, I need you to calm down. You're blood pressure is high and that's not good for you or the baby."

Sam took Andy's hand in his and with his other brushed hair off her face. "Close your eyes, sweetheart. Remember that day on our honeymoon, when we were walking along the beach and there was no one else in sight. It was just us and the sound of the waves crashing." He glanced over at the doctor and she nodded that it was working, so he kept talking.

Andy was quickly hooked up to an IV and various machines to monitor both her and the baby while the doctor conducted an ultrasound and some other tests. When the doctor returned after reviewing the results, Andy couldn't tell if she had good or bad news.

"I determined what's causing the pain. The scar tissue is putting pressure on the baby, Andy, and the pain is your body's way of telling you something is wrong. We have to do an emergency C-section," Dr. Waters said.

"No, it's too early," Andy replied frantically before letting out another scream of pain as she held her belly. "Sam, no, she needs two more weeks. This can't be happening."

"You're at 37 weeks, and while an extra couple of weeks would be ideal, delivering your baby now is perfectly okay," the doctor explained. "And in this case, it's necessary to give your baby the best chance of survival."

Sam took her hand and squeezed. "McNally, you're in pain, the baby is in danger. They have to get her out now."

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "What if…" She let the rest of her question go unasked as they both knew what she was going to say. What if the trauma she endured would cause her to lose this baby and possibly prevent her from ever having a child?

"That's not going to happen." He held the side of her face, wiping away some tears with his thumb. "Listen to me. She is strong, just like her mother. She will make it through this. The three of us will."

Andy turned to face the doctor. "Okay, go ahead. If it's her best chance, do it."

Dr. Waters looked over at her nurses. "Call the OR and prep the patient for surgery."

Hours later, Sam watched as the two most important people in his life were asleep before him. Charley's tiny head, with a full mess of brown hair, was nestled between her mother's breasts, her whole little body moving up and down as Andy breathed. Andy's arms were wrapped protectively around their bundle of joy. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Andy's forehead before doing the same to the back of Charley's head.

He sat down next to the bed and thought back to when he and Andy decided on their little girl's name.

Weeks after they found out they were having a girl, Sam and Andy were still debating on a name. They wanted something with meaning, but felt it was important to stay away from using the names of anyone in their family - there weren't always happy memories tied to those names and they wanted to start fresh.

Andy was sorting through some old photos Sam had boxed up and one photo gave her a couple of great ideas. "We should frame this one," she suggested from her spot on the floor, leaning against the couch with the coffee table in front of her.

Sam took it from her outreached hand and smiled as he looked it over. It was him and his former TO Charlie at The Penny the night he got cut loose as a rookie. Charlie's arm was draped over Sam's shoulders and he looked like a proud father. He'd told Andy about Charlie shortly after she'd met Jay Swarek. He needed her to know who his real father figure had been, the man who showed him how to be a good man. The photo was worn a bit at the edges from Sam's less than stellar photo storage, but Andy was right, this photo deserved a frame.

"Good idea. I think there we have some extra frames in the basement. I'll take a look," he said.

Sam continued reading the newspaper and Andy went back to sorting through the photos, but stopped a minute later. "We should name her Charley."

The idea startled him. "Huh?"

"Our baby, Sam. I think we should name her Charley," she repeated, turning her head so she could look back at him.

"I, uh...Charley Swarek." He looked down at his wife with a smile. "I like it a lot. You sure?"

She reached out her hand, a silent question for him to help her stand up, and he complied. She picked up the photo as she sat next to Sam on the couch and held it between them. "He was really special to you and it would give her name the meaning we've been looking for. I couldn't think of a better, stronger name for her."

"I love you," he mumbled against her skin as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

She turned her head, letting their lips meet briefly. "I love you too." Looking down at her growing belly, Andy spoke to their daughter. "What about you peanut, what do you think about Charley?" She laughed as she put a hand on the side of her bump and felt their baby kick. "I think she likes it." Sam's hand joined hers as he watched the joy in her eyes.

Sam's dimples popped out as he watched his little girl's mouth open in a yawn and her tiny hand waved around grasping at Andy.

Andy's eyes fluttered open from the movement on her chest and her eyes landed first on her daughter then on Sam. "Hey," she said sleepily.

"Hey, how ya feeling?" he asked.

"Tired, sore, happy," she said with a smile. She looked down at her daughter and grazed the back of her finger across her cheek. "She's perfect."

"That she is."

The C-section had gone well and Dr. Waters assured the couple they had a healthy baby girl and there were no complications for Andy.

"The nurse will be back soon to check on you and Charley, but the doctor approved for her to remain here the rest of the night rather than going back to the nursery," Sam told her.

"How'd you get them to do that?" Andy asked, smiling sleepily at him. "You pulled out the dimples, didn't you?" she teased.

"I may have also called in a favor. Monica's on shift and she spoke to the doctor for us," he explained.

"Remind me to thank her. I couldn't bear the thought of parting with this little one right now," she said, looking down at her baby girl, who was squirming around. "I think she's hungry. Can you get that small blanket?" Sam retrieved what she pointed to as Andy raised the bed so she was in a better sitting position.

"You're a natural at this," Sam commented as he watched Andy. She held their baby with ease and waited while Charley fumbled for a few moments before latching onto her nipple, and then covered them with the blanket.

"I don't know how I know what to do. I just do." She swiped away a tear as she thought about how thankful she was Charley was healthy. "I can't believe she's here. Ten fingers, ten toes and a little button nose."

Sam chuckled. "She was just anxious to get out into the world. Couldn't wait another couple weeks."

"She's only been here a few hours and I can't imagine life without her," she said, looking down at the top of her daughter's head that poked out from the blanket. "She's this little person that came from us, Sam. Us, we did this."

He stood up, leaning down long enough to press his lips to Andy's briefly. "Yes we did." And he'd do it again if she wanted another - and her body could handle another pregnancy. He might just wait to bring that up though, until she was at least back home in her own bed.

"She's the perfect mix of us," Andy said.

"She has your beautiful eyes," Sam said.

"And your dimples."

Andy felt Charley slip and try to suck at the side of her breast, so she helped her find her way back. The nurse had told Andy it might take the newborn a little while to get used to breastfeeding, so she knew this was normal.

"I probably shouldn't have fallen asleep with her lying on top of me," Andy said, chastising herself.

"I was right here the whole time, watching you both. She was safe in your arms," he assured her.

"Maybe we can get extra pillows to put around me on the bed, and these beds have railings right? We should raise them. Just in case, you know, if I fall asleep and she wriggles out of my arms." Andy was suddenly terrified she could injure her baby if she fell asleep again.

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger, and hopeful his touch could calm her down. "Hey, relax okay? You and I are right here. We're not going to let anything happen to her. Okay?"

She nodded, thankful Sam could always calm her. "I'm sorry. I'm freaking out over stupid stuff, aren't I?"

Sam's lips curved into a small smile. "You are. But you just gave birth. I think you get a free pass."

She turned her head and pressed her lips to his palm. "Is my dad still around?" Her dad had been sitting at her bedside with Sam when she first woke up after surgery.

"He went to grab a coffee," Sam replied. "Everyone else knows what happened, but they're going to wait until this afternoon to stop by."

"Good. I want to see everyone, but I'm so tired," she said.

"You went through a lot. Can I do anything, get you anything?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm just glad you're here. I know you must be exhausted," she said.

"If you and Charley are here, I'm not going anywhere." He'd already talked to Oliver about stopping by their place to pick up some things for them. They'd been in such a rush to get out of the house, he didn't even think to grab the small suitcase they had packed for when she went into labor.

Andy grinned as she realized her baby girl fell asleep. She moved Charley gently into a more comfortable position for both of them.

"Don't hog our daughter all to yourself," Sam teased before taking Charley into his own arms. He sat down in the chair next to the bed, cradling his daughter against his body. When he caressed her cheek with the back of his finger, her tiny hand wrapped around it softly.

"Looks like you're a natural too," Andy mused.

Being a father was never something Sam thought he'd be a natural at, but Andy was right. Even if he didn't know what to do, his instincts kicked in and it was like he was always meant to be a father.

"It suits you." Andy smiled as she looked at her husband and daughter.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Fatherhood."

Sam blinked back the emotion that filled his eyes as he repeated the word in his head. Fatherhood. He was a father. This little girl wasn't a niece or the baby of a friend; Charley was his daughter. This was one of the most amazing moments in his life.

Andy's eyes were on Sam, and his were on their daughter, and she realized it didn't matter what they had gone through or how they'd gotten here. She was done being fearful of how her kidnapping would affect her future. What mattered was that they were here, in this moment, their own little wonderful family. And it was perfect.

The End.