Jenna pondered for a moment. “What about Jace or Jakob? I don’t have anything for his middle name though, so you need to help!”
Sam looked at the little boy. “I think I like Jace better than Jakob. Are we sure we want two little boys named Jackson and Jace? It will make yelling at them more difficult!” She laughed.
Jenna giggled “At least will have a legitimate reason to get the names confused. I think I have the perfect middle name. Samuel. Jace Samuel.”
“Jace Samuel. I like it. I’m guessing you chose Samuel for me?” Sam smiled.
Jenna looked down at the little boy. “Yes.” She took her pinky and hooked it through his tiny fist. “The nurses said he’s gained almost three ounces in a week! They also said his lungs have been responding well. Look how tiny his hand is compared to my finger. It’s amazing.”
Sam watched the interaction with love. “You really are a good mom Jenna.” She leaned over and whispered in her ear “I can’t believe you got pregnant the first time we tried. I know we have to keep that to ourselves for a little while, but I can’t wait to tell everyone.”
The nurse walked back over just as Sam leaned away. “It’s time to put the little guy back in his bed. I know we’ll see one of you in the morning so how about we make this a routine? We’ll see how he responds with short periods and then if the doctor is okay with it, maybe we can start working our way up to longer ones? Did you ladies come up with a name for him? We’ll start using it so he can hear his name.”
Jenna looked up at Sam and smiled. “Yes, we did. It’s Jace Samuel. I believe you have his birth mother’s information to complete his birth certificate with already right?” Jenna asked.
“Yes, we have all that from her medical records. We’ll get it filled out and sent in to the state. You’ll be able to get a copy of it from your case worker if it’s needed.” The nurse answered as she carefully put the baby back in his incubator, straightening out tubes. Good night Jace. Your moms will be back tomorrow to visit you.” She said as she touched his little leg.
Sam and Jenna headed back downstairs to check on Stacy before they headed home. Sam reached out and took Jenna’s hand as they walked down the hallway to the surgery waiting room. “I find it completely insane that we are going to have three babies in our house. I’m a little worried about when I’m going to find the time to indulge my desires.” She laughed.
Jenna bumped her hip against Sam’s. “And what desires would those be?” She said in a sultry, low voice.
“The kind where I ravish a certain beautiful auburn-haired woman, who happens to be pregnant with my baby.” Sam smirked.
“You can ravish me any time baby. I hope you’ll still want to when I’m fat and have swollen ankles!” Jenna pulled Sam’s hand up to kiss it.
They came to an abrupt stop when the saw a doctor standing in front of Stacy and Jeff, talking to them.
“Come on; let’s see what’s going on. I hope its good news.” Sam said, pulling Jenna with her.
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Stacy found that her mouth had gone dry and her heart was pounding at an absurdly fast pace when the doctor entered the waiting room. She felt Jeff’s hand on her arm and realized he had done that probably more for his own comfort than for hers.
“Are you Miranda’s family?” The doctor asked, stopping in front of Jeff.
“I am her partner, sir. This is her friend. She doesn’t have any family.” Jeff swallowed hard.
“Okay. Well, she’s in recovery. The surgery went very well. We were able to get the bleeding stopped and the damage to the artery repaired. She should be starting to wake up shortly. I’ll allow you both to see her, but once she’s coherent she will have to make the decision on who she wants in her room.” He started to move away from them.
“Wait doctor. Is she going to be able to go back to work once she’s healed?” Stacy asked the question she knew Randy would want to know.
He turned and smiled. “It will take her a few months to get back in to working shape after the artery is sufficiently healed, but yes. She should be able to return to work full-duty.”
Stacy slumped to her chair. Thank God. She already hates me, but if I was the reason she couldn’t be a cop anymore, she’d probably wish that she had let the guy kill me. Her name is Miranda? I wonder why she goes by Randy?
Sam and Jenna got the scoop from Stacy on the doctor’s prognosis. They hugged her and said their goodbyes, making her promise that if she needed anything she would call them.
Shortly after they left, a nurse approached her and Jeff, asking them to follow her back to Randy’s room. Stacy found herself inexplicably nervous. She wasn’t sure what to expect from Randy. Would she be angry that Stacy got her shot? Would she be in a lot of pain? Would she even remember any of it?
Jeff headed directly to the head of the bed where he awkwardly took Randy’s hand. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them when she felt his hand. “Hey partner.” He said quietly. “How are you feeling?”
Randy struggled to focus, licking her lips slowly before she spoke. “I feel like I’ve been run over. They’ve got me on drugs. I don’t like drugs.” She faded out for a moment before she opened her eyes again. Her eyes landed on Stacy and she reached for Jeff’s hand. “Hey buddy, could you do me a favor and give me a minute alone with Evans?”
“Sure. I’ll be right outside ok?” Jeff said. He quickly exited the room, leaving Stacy alone with Randy.
Randy focused her eyes back on Stacy.
