Sawyer felt the anxious thump-thump-thump in her chest as she sat alone in her doctor's office, the cold sterility of the place doing nothing to relax her. In spite of being the daughter of a doctor, she had never learned to feel comfortable visiting them. Particularly when she was alone. And in a situation such as this.

Danny was upstate, filming scenes for is latest movie which couldn't be shot on the Mammoth Studios sound stage, and as result he wasn't contactable for the duration. That wouldn't normally have bothered Sawyer much. That was, until her little monthly reminder failed to arrive.

It wasn't that Sawyer didn't like kids. She loved her and Danny's nieces and nephews, and children had always been a part of a vague future plan for their lives. This, however, had not been planned.

Sawyer jolted up at the sound of the door slamming, as Dr. Fitzroy walked into the room. Hard faced and serious, he was certainly not the man you wanted to discuss your family planning with. He extended a hand out to her, 'Congratulations, Mrs. Kelly'.

Sawyer found herself at home, nursing a coffee she wasn't entirely sure she should be having and trying to untangle the web of emotions she was feeling.

Baby. Her and Danny's baby.

Her drive home had been made too difficult by the tears blurring her vision, which had forced her to pull to the side of the street, while she bawled for reasons she couldn't quite understand. She had wanted to speak to her mother, to speak to Danny, and neither were an option.

She worried about her career. She worried about raising a child so far from either of their families. Most pressingly, she worried about how a woman who never truly had a mother could become one.

For the second time that day, Sawyer found herself startled by the sound of a door opening. Standing and walking to their foyer, she found Danny, tired but joyful, bags in each arm.

'Hey you, shooting wrapped early so I just drove straight down to surprise you! No great souvenirs up there, but I grabbed a few little trinkets for the office. Hey, you okay?'

Taking in a shuddering breath, Sawyer strode toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck and promptly bursting into tears.

In any other version of reality Sawyer would have been mortified to find herself sitting on her husband's lap, sniveling as she bared all to him. Under these circumstances, it was exactly what she needed.

Danny pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, rocking her gently. 'I know you'll be a great mom. Think of how great you are with Todd and Ellie and Annie! You're a natural!'

Her breath hitched, 'I don't have any frame of reference Danny. I don't even remember having a mom, how am I supposed to be one?'

Danny stood at this, letting Sawyer sit on their couch and allowing him to turn and look her straight in the eyes.

'Listen to me,' he said, leaning so close that their noses brushed, 'You have nothing to worry about. You'll pick it up. So this wasn't in the plan, so what? All that matters is that we love the heck out of this kid! And sweetheart, you've got more love to give than anyone I know.'

Sawyer searched his face, looking for any trace of doubt, and finding none. God, could she count on that man to be source of blind optimism when she needed it. Leaning in, she cupped his face in two hands and placed a soft kiss to his lips, only dimly aware of the wet tracks which remained on her face. Pulling back, she smiled at him, 'Flatterer.'

'Meant every word.'

She felt his hand slide over her stomach, as though he could something which was only barely there, 'You ready, Dad?'

'Definitely, Mom'.