A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes- S.C Hunt
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For three months a small life had been growing inside you. You had yet to tell your husband, however. It wasn’t that you were terrified of his reaction, you knew how desperate Sam was to be a father. He spoke about it all the time.
As a doctor, you were fully aware of certain things, like how at three months you were less likely to have a miscarriage. You didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up. Luckily for you, the start of your pregnancy had been easy. You’d had no morning sickness, just the odd migraine and tender breasts. Both of which were bearable until they weren’t. Meaning it was easier to hide.
At exactly fourteen weeks you felt ready to tell the world, and so you started by telling your father, Jason Beghe. He was shocked to say the least, but was over the moon. You explained that you didn’t know how to tell Sam, so he enlisted the help of the rest of the Chicago PD cast to help you.
A week later, you’d been able to snag two days off work so you made your way down to set. Naturally, you brought cookies. Sam actually thought you were working today and when he saw you, he immediately ran to you and kissed you.
“Hey sweetheart, I thought you had work.” He grinned, throwing his arm around your shoulder. Your bump was starting to show, so you had worn baggy clothes, it also helped that it was winter so you had an excuse to steal Sam’s hoodies. But like... girl. You never need an excuse to steal your man’s hoodies. It’s like a basic human right from the second you start dating someone and considering Sam was your husband... ya get the idea.
You shrugged, feeling the flutters of your little one in your stomach. You smiled softly at him. “I love you, you know, that right?” You quizzed with a grin, knowing full well your father was in ear shot.
You heard him chuckle at you both. You’d both been head over heels for each other since you’d met. You’d actually met in a bar when you were studying biochemistry at UCLA in 2006. He was 20, you were 19. It was a cliché “Boy sees girl from across the bar and approaches her nervously to buy her a drink.” You’d accepted, just as nervously and that had been how it had begun. For your first date you’d taught him how to surf. Your Dad had loved him from the start. Sam was everything he wanted for you. He made you happy, he made you feel safe and he was your best friend.
When Sam asked him for permission to marry you, your dad had given him your mother’s ring. And when the time did come for that proposal, he’d done it in the most romantic way possible. The two of you had driven into the mountains for a getaway after your graduation from Stanford Med and had come across a waterfall. Without thinking you’d jumped into the pool and began swimming, laughing at his reaction. When you’d climbed out, he got down on one knee.
You were married ten months later.
And now, here you were. Away to get to another milestone in your relationship. Sam wrapped you in his arms again, inhaling the scent of your lavender shampoo, from over his shoulder you saw your dad point to his watch.
It was time. Sam was called into the “precinct” to play around with his big touch screen TV thing.
The entire cast was assembled with their scripts. The cameras were rolling.
“Victim’s name is y/n Hunt, doctor at Northwestern Memorial.” Jesse began.
Sam’s brows furrowed. That wasn’t in the script. He turned slowly to face Marina.
“The decision has been made that she’ll need round the clock protection, Jason and Amy are already on it.” She smiled.
Sam was still confused and you were fighting back the urge to giggle.
“LaRoyce, PJ and I claim babysitting duty.” Grinned Sophia.
Just then, the screen flickered to show the sonogram of your baby. “What the-” Sam was cut off when he saw the name at the top of the screen. “y/n Hunt, 14wks”
He ran his hands through his hair. “Is this real?” He choked, tears coming to his eyes as he turned to face you.
You stepped forward, pulling an envelope put of your pocket. You handed it to him and watched as he opened it. “Future Dr Hunt, coming to screens, June 2015.” he read, before gazing at the sonogram at the bottom of the page.
“Now you’ll know how I feel three nights a week.” You chuckled, tears rolling down your cheeks. Sam picked up your hand, running his fingers over the two rings that sat on your finger.
“We’re having a baby...” he whispered, stepping forward and wrapping you in his arms again, you could feel his tears on your neck.
“We’re having a baby.” You nodded.
With a noise that can only be described as utter glee, you were picked up and spun. You shrieked but began giggling. “Stop! I’m gonna puke”
Sam and you continued laughing. Just then, you heard a popping sound, as blue confetti fell from the ceiling. “We’re having a boy!” You said simultaneously.
At this point, your mascara was ruined, but you couldn’t care less. You and your husband were shortly going to welcome your first child and you couldn’t be happier.
A bottle of (non-alcoholic of course) champagne was opened and the bubbles flowed.
The whole cast took you out for dinner to celebrate before making your way down to a more secluded beach where you and Sam reminisced about your first dates in LA, and as the sun set in Chicago, the sun rose for your future. Knowing there was nothing in this world that could tear your small, but nearly complete family apart.
