Carter never thought he would be a good father, not in the slightest. It’s not something he would think about very often, deep down he was so excited. All he knew is that he didn’t want to give your little one the childhood he had, he would be a better father than his own.

You captivated him from the moment you sauntered into his life. You had begun working in the ER as one of the residents, Carter had been there for his training as a Medical Student. Together, you worked throughout the ER for years and became so close.

You began dating after a while, being so happy together: he had never felt so good in all his life. So when you came to him crying with a positive pregnancy test, he was surprised to find that he felt no dread, no fear. Just unbridled happiness.

The pregnancy was not easy on your body, but he was there every step of the way, doing your extra work as you were off. He would start making late night snack runs and holding you close as he came in late.

The labour was hard and long and the complications forced you into needing a c-section. The moment you held that baby in your arms, you realized you’d do it all again a thousand times over for the same result, you had a beautiful baby girl.

As you and Carter were together in the delivery room, you had visitors: Benton, Hathaway, Greene, Lewis and Ross. They couldn’t be any happier for you both, they were aware how in love you both were.

In the next few days, you sit in the passenger seat of carter’s jeep with your newborn. Carter had carefully helped you in and ensured you were comfortable, and now he’s driving ten under the limit, panicking if he does anything wrong - it has to be perfect.

Carter is gripping your hand gently from behind the wheel. He hasn’t been able to stop touching you from the moment you went into labour. “How are my two favourite girls?” His soft voice asks, glancing at you in the rear view mirror: smiling awaiting your reply.