A/N: This is my first fanfic! I have always shipped Tara and Eliot, and it makes me sad that there isn't enough fanfic about them. Let me know what you think!

10 Weeks

Tara Cole Spencer stared at the doctor, dread creeping up her spine.

"What?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"I said congratulations Mrs. Sinclair!" Dr. James replied, "You're pregnant!"

Tara just looked at her hands. After losing the baby less than a year ago at eight weeks pregnant, she and Eliot had not planned on trying again. It broke her the day she had to tell him that their baby had no heartbeat. Eliot, however, had been strong about it. He had loved Tara since the day she had "auditioned" for the crew, and had no intention of stopping, even in the face of tragedy.

"How far along am I?" Tara asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"10 weeks," Dr. James replied, a gentile smile on her face, "I'm sure your husband will be thrilled."

Tara was shocked. She was already farther along with this baby than the one they lost. The dreadful feeling was still creeping up her spine, but, ever the grifter, she didn't let it show.

"He will." Tara smiled as she hopped down from the table, "He can't wait to be a dad."

"Good," Dr. James replied, "I want you to stop by the receptionist's desk to set up the next appointment in two weeks. She will also have the ultrasound picture from today."

"Thank you Dr. James." Tara replied, making her way out of the room.

"See you in two weeks." Dr. James smiled, walking into another exam room.

Tara walked to the receptionist's desk, made an appointment for two weeks from then, and picked up her ultrasound pictures. Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the office, and to her car. Once in her car, she closed the door, locked it, and started sobbing.

"I can't do this again!" she sobbed, hitting the steering wheel. "I can't lose another baby!"

After a few more minutes, she calmed down, started the car, and drove home. Pulling into the parking lot behind McCrory's bar, she looked in the mirror. After touching up her makeup, she went upstairs to the apartment across from Nate and Sophie's. Hoping Eliot wasn't home, she went into the kitchen to make lunch.

"Hey sweetheart," Eliot said, walking down the stairs, "How did the appointment go?"

Tara sighed, and kept working on her salad, tears falling down her face.

"Tara," Eliot said, his voice quiet and tender, "What's going on?"

Tara looked up at him, set down the lettuce she was tearing, and walked over to her purse. Pulling out the ultrasound pictures, she let out a sob.

"I'm pregnant, Eliot." She said, giving him the pictures.

Eliot took the pictures, looked them over, then wrapped his arms around his wife. Tara was tense for a moment, then let herself relax and cry into his shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, sweetheart." Eliot whispered, kissing her hair. "How far along are you?"

"Ten weeks." Tara replied, her breathing becoming steady. "Farther than when…"

"I know." Eliot stopped her, hugging her more tightly. "This one is going to make it Tara."

"How do you know?" She asked, looking up at him.

"I just do." Eliot replied.

After giving his wife a gentle kiss, Eliot knelt down until he was level with Tara's belly.

"Hey there, little one." Eliot whispered, running his hands over her shirt and belly, until the shirt was tight against her belly, "This is your daddy. I want you to know three things. Know that you will always be wanted, always be loved, and you will never be alone."

When Eliot finished talking, he kissed her belly, and looked up to his wife. Tears were streaming down her face, but she was smiling. Standing up until he was level to his wife's face, he kissed her gently, never removing his hand from her belly.

"I'm scared Eliot." Tara said, her voice shaking.

"I know." Eliot replied, "I am too. But I want to enjoy this baby for as long as possible."

Tara sighed, and wrapped her arms around Eliot. She was feeling so many emotions at that point, that she just needed to be held. Eliot could tell, and he wrapped his arms around Tara, holding her tight.

"We're having a baby, Tara." Eliot whispered, a quiet laugh escaping him.

"We're having a baby." Tara responded.

With one last hug, Eliot released Tara and sat on the couch, holding up the ultrasound pictures one by one. Tara smiled as she returned to making her salad. After tearing all the lettuce, she looked up, and saw the ultrasound of the baby's profile. Taking a deep breath, she placed a hand to her belly, and smiled. She had been dreaming of being a mom for years, but being a grifter didn't allow such a luxury. She had never even found someone that she loved so completely until she met Eliot. She imagined their child running around the apartment, with her blue eyes and his dark hair. She was starting to let herself get excited, and she knew that could be dangerous. She felt Eliot coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and resting his hands on her belly. She moved her hand on top of his, and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"You just can't get enough now that you know, can you?" She laughed, turning to kiss his cheek.

"Nope." Eliot laughed. "I just want to be as close to the both of you as possible."

They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"I don't want to tell anyone yet Eliot." Tara said as Eliot went to answer the door. "I want to wait until twelve weeks. Just to be safe."

"Okay sweetheart." Eliot said as he reached for the doorknob, "We'll wait."