What a day.

It was the first time Brooklyn saw Ella since her death, aside from the funeral. It was exciting to finally see her again. Unfortunately, it appeared that she was feeling some underlying guilt about the whole situation. The way she held herself, communicated with Sam, and looked around the house screamed guilt. Brooklyn despised the fact that her friend was upset. It wasn't Ella's fault, Sam's fault, or even Brooklyn's own fault- it was the killer's fault. However, at this rate, she doubted they would ever be found.

...But then the police officer said a lead was discovered.

Brooklyn was standing in the office right next to Sam's chair when the news was broken. Her fiancé's reaction shocked her. It was so bluntly morbid... she didn't know what to think. All she knew was that she was grateful when Chad intervened to calm him down. Chad was somebody that Brooklyn never really knew until he started dated Ella, and even then the two of them never went out of their way to chat with one another. That was a shame because he truly was a nice guy. Even now, he stood by his wife's best friend's fiancé to console him. Not many people would do that in this day and age. It would be so much easier to just send a 'sorry for your loss' card.

The meeting went on. As Sam brought up the possibility that it wasn't an accident, a baby from the other side of the door let out a cry. Brooklyn placed a hand on her stomach as she remembered what it was like to have Louis. It was nice to find a distraction during this harrowing conference.

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They'd always known they wanted to be parents someday.

It was initially brought up fairly early in their official relationship- "Want to have a family someday?" "Yeah." It was always a topic which made them blush, but a very important topic nonetheless. When they moved in together was when it became so much more real. No longer constrained by living separately, they were finally able to take things to the next level. They weren't trying to have a kid at this point. After all, they were still quite young and just finished moving into a new house. It was just something that happened.

Initially, Brooklyn was extremely frightened. She knew what was likely going on when she missed a period and started feeling nauseous in the mornings. Despite how much she knew Sam loved her, she was still nervous to tell him. There was always the possibility that he wouldn't be ready to be a father and he would make her abort the child or put it up for adoption. Not to mention that childbirth was extremely painful- that also made her worry. Every day Brooklyn would act like everything was fine while mentally freaking out. She was happy to possibly be a mother, she really was, but she was also scared. Sometimes she would cry about it while in the shower. Sam would knock on the door to see why she had been in there for so long. 

She never told him the truth. Every answer to his questioning would be a lie until she finally realized she couldn't hide it from him anymore. Because of this, she decided to find out once and for all if she really was pregnant. If so, she would tell him right away. She didn't want to be dishonest with him anymore.  One morning she snuck a pregnancy test into the bathroom with her. The five minutes of waiting for it's response were dreadful although she already had a strong guess on what the result would be. Sam was in the other room, presumably unaware of what was going on. 

When the results came, the stick was washed off. It showed positive. Brooklyn's hands were trembling- she would finally be a mother and it would be with the love of her life! But at the same time... were they ready? How would Sam react? There was only one way to find out. Teary-eyed, she stepped out with the test in her hand. No words needed to be spoken for him to know what the result was. There was a long silence until she finally whispered, "We're going to have a baby." That triggered the rejoicing. All of Brooklyn's worries went down the drain as Sam assured her of how thrilled he was to be a dad. 

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Now, 16 months later, the baby was there but the mother was gone.