Six weeks passed and Max was home resting but, luckily, Dr. Fulton was keeping New Amsterdam moving.

Embry caught Peter in the hallway on his way to a meeting, "Mr. Medical Director!" she shouted to get his attention because she couldn't pick up her pace to catch up.

Peter stopped at the sound of her voice and stopped walking to let her catch up, "I don't know how I feel about you shouting that through the halls. And, why are you moving so fast? You should be taking it easy," he added while wrapping his arm around her waist allowing his hand to rest on the side of her bump.

"I was on my way to a delivery but I couldn't resist the chance to see you for a second. You caught my eye," she teased, "How are you doing with your new role as Max? I heard he had to leave earlier today," her tone took on a heavy sadness when she brought up Max.

Peter leaned closer to place a kiss on Embry's head, "He's going to beat this. You can help me with his current project once I'm out of this meeting," a thought crossed his mind, "Actually, can you round up the department chairs for an hour from now?"

She gave him a nod, "Of course. I hope your meeting isn't too boring," she said as she pulled herself from his grasp and began to walk away, her pace faster then he'd like.

He shook his head deciding he could speak to her later about his concerns as he continued his journey to his meeting.

Embry gathered her fellow department heads over the course of the next hour, after attending to the delivery she'd been on her way to. She had them all in her office waiting on Peter.

"Do you know what this is about?" Reynolds asked, "I was planning to get out of here a little earlier today if it was possible."

Embry shrugged though she had a feeling Helen knew, "Dr. Fulton only asked me to gather all of you for something Max was trying to do before he had to go home."

If Helen did know, she was keeping quiet for the moment. Embry assumed she was thinking about Max probably consumed with worry.

Fulton waltzed into Embry's office within a few moments of the doctor's initial conversations, "Thank you all for coming," he began, "I know we have reached the end of the day which has probably been a tiring day for most of you," he eyed Embry, specifically, before continuing, "However, I have a favor to ask of all of you."

Iggy was the first to respond, "If it's something for Max then I'm all in no matter what. He's done so much for us."

Kapoor, Helen, Reynolds and Embry nodded in agreement allowing Peter to explain the task at hand.

"Before Max went home today," Peter began, "He had just finished printing what he refers to as 'New Amsterdam insurance cards'. He was trying to distribute them all throughout the city to let people know that they can always come here for free healthcare," he paused to let them catch up, "You are all aware that I am not a fan of ideas like this but I am only acting Medical Director. Therefore, I will do as Max wishes."

Embry spoke up, "What do you need from us?"

Peter allowed a subtle smile to cross his lips at the sound of her voice, "Well, we need to get these out to the citizens of New York. I was hoping we could divide and conquer. None of you are obligated to do this. In fact, some of you probably shouldn't." The entire group caught him eyeing Embry that time.

"We're all in," Helen answered for all of them, speaking for the first time since the meeting had begun, "You should team up with Embry, though. You're right to be concerned about her over exerting now that she's past the halfway point in her pregnancy."

Peter nodded, "Ok, I've already mapped out each place we need to bring these cards," he explained the plan and then each of them took some of the cards to spread throughout the city.

Peter pushed the dolly carrying his and Embry's boxes down the sidewalk when he decided to spark a conversation that had been on his mind for a few weeks.

"Embry," she looked at him, "I am pretty sure you're not going to like what I'm about to say, but I need to."

She nodded, "Go ahead."

Peter took a deep breath before he began, "I think it might be time to start slowing down a little. I'm worried you're going to go into preterm labor because of the schedule you keep. You're busier than any OB I've ever known and you haven't taken anything off of your plate," he explained his thoughts, "I am only saying this out of concern. I know you're tough but I want you to be smart," he added, not sure about the way he had chosen to phrase his words.

Embry gave him a tender smile, "I can agree to slowing down, but not with you," she threw him a wink. "I'll take myself off of the call schedule and only deliver my own patients up until I'm 30 weeks and then I'll move to administrative work only. How does that sound?"

After she finished, they'd arrived at a homeless shelter where they were going to drop the cards off so Fulton could stop pushing the dolly and focus on Embry.

"You took that much better than I expected," he replied, relieved, "I am very pleased with your terms," he moved forward and placed his lips to hers before whispering, "I would never expect you to slow things down when it comes to us," sending a shiver down her spine.