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[ameliagiovanna0]

Feel Your Kiss On Me

Title from For You by Liam Payne and RIta Ora

Requested by @whiskeyloverbae ​ , thank you! 💕

“Tim has a hickey and he thinks it’s hidden by his collar but Angela calls him out on it. “

“Lucy!” Tim called from the bathroom.

“What?” Lucy returned, coming around the corner from her bedroom.

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes over her in the kimono and sleep shorts she wore, her hair wound messily on top of her head.

He grumbled, remembering he was trying to be pissed at her, and gestured to his neck and the purplish mark forming there.

“Oops,” she posited, but the mischievous grin that spread across her features betrayed her.

“Lucy, we have work today! What am I supposed to do with this?”

“I’ll go put a spoon in the freezer,” she tucked her lips between her teeth, trying to suppress her laughter.

Lucy rounded the corner once again, wrapping her arms around his waist as he dragged a razor through the shaving cream on his face.

She pressed her lips to his bare back, “You adding to the mess you’ve created?”

She smiled against his skin, “I wasn’t planning on it, but now that you mention it,” she chortled as she nipped at his shoulder.

“Luce!” he tried not to laugh, trying desperately to be mad at her, “We share a locker room!”

“Oh, like it’s the first time one of you’s had a mark.”

“It’s a hickey, Luce. I have a reputation.”

He tapped the razor in the sink before turning around in her arms to her raised eyebrow, “We both know that went out the window when you met me.”

“You’re impossible,” he said as his hand found the sides of her face. 

Tim wore a collared shirt into the station, forgoing his usual henley in hopes of hiding the mark his girlfriend left the night before, the frozen spoon not doing much to dull the offensive color. He put his white undershirt on and then uniform top on as fast as humanly possible, hoping none of the other officers noticed. He adjusted the collar in the mirror on the inside of his locker door and hoped it would stay in place all day.

“I should’ve starched these,” he complained to himself.

He left the locker room, seemingly unscathed. Angela asked him to see her when he came in for the day, so he made his way to her desk with two cups of coffee.

“Ange,” he set her cup in front of her.

“Hey, she greeted, “Thanks. The name Dennis Rand ring any bells?”

“Jesus,” he groaned as he balanced his arm on his duty belt.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes?’”

“I’ve arrested him maybe ten times over the years. Why?”

“He managed to get invol–”

Tim turned his head at the sound of glass shattering on the other side of the bullpen.

“Damnit, Smitty!” Angela barked before he even made it into her field of view.

“I’m sorry! It just slipped out of my hands!”

“Clean it up! That’s the third one this week!” she finally braved a glance at the mess of broken porcelain and coffee on the floor. 

Angela looked up, Tim’s head still pulled in the direction of Smitty dejectedly slinking toward the janitor’s closet.

“Timothy…”

His body stiffened as she stood up. It was never good when she used his full name.

He turned toward her, “Yes, Angela?”

She pinched the collar of his shirt, pulling it away from his body and laughing like a maniac. He rolled his eyes at her antics.

“Tim,” she managed to get out between snorts, “Is that a hickey?”

“I’m going to kill her,” he griped.

Angela simply laughed harder, nearly doubling over, having to brace herself with a hand on the edge of her desk.

“Are you done?” he asked when she managed to stand up straight again.

“Oh, no. Not even close.” 

“You two have fun last night?” She giggled again, “Oh, lemme guess. You bet on who could list the most penal codes in sixty seconds, and this was your punishment for losing?”

“No, wait! Lucy decided that she’d had enough of other women hitting on you, so she finally decided to do something about it?”

Tim blushed. This is not the conversation he’d envisioned for his Monday morning.

“No, no, I got it. Were you misbehaving?”

“I have work to do,” he turned to walk away.

“No, Tim, wait!” she tried not to laugh again. 

He turned around only long enough to flip her the bird.

“Your life would be so boring without me!”

He shook his head, a reluctantly amused smile on his face as he made his way to his office. He kind of hated her for it, but it was just Angela’s way of showing affection.

Sitting behind his own desk, Tim placed his coffee down when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

A: Dennis Rand, asshole. I needed info

T: Maybe you shouldn’t have made fun of me then 

A: whatever, I’ll just ask Lucy. Among other things 😁

T: I hate you both

A: You love us

Tim shot a text off to the woman in question.

T: in case you didn’t hear the cackling coming from the bullpen, Angela found the monstrosity you left on my neck 

T: Maybe I should return the favor tonight

L: don’t threaten me with a good time bradford 

He chuckled, setting his phone down. 

This was going to be a long day.

[ameliagiovanna0]

I Kinda Might Sorta Like Love You A Little Bit

Title from Love You a Little Bit by Tanner Adell

(Sort of) Requested by @tolkienis4ever ​

“Tim thinking of proposing to Lucy”

Valentine's Day fluff based on 5x16

1.8k words

AO3

Valentine’s Day. It was an overly commercialized, overly sensationalized, ridiculous, glitter-covered holiday. Tim and Isabel never really did Valentine’s Day. They weren’t particularly amorous. Despite the occasional bouquet of roses on February 14 th , they showed each other affection in other ways. They had date nights and small gifts here and there throughout the year. Birthdays and Christmas were more their speed.

Rachel was only around for one Valentine’s Day. Fortunately for Tim, she was on a business trip over the holiday. When she got back, they went to dinner, but that was the extent of their celebrations.

Ashley, while still only having been in Tim’s life for one Valentine’s Day, loved the holiday. Her intense affinity for it made him squirm. Her first suggestion for their date included a modern French dinner at République and dessert on the beach. Her second suggestion was a tour of The Getty Villa’s Asia exhibit and a paint and sip on the beach. He compromised with dinner at République and dessert at her place. He hoped to God he picked the least painful option.

Tim picked Ashley up at her townhouse, a bouquet of daisies in hand, only because it was the expected thing for him to do. Roses seemed too cliché, for good reason. They were too sure, too I’m committed to this relationship . He knew they weren’t meant to last. He knew when she told him she didn’t want to get married or have kids. He knew when pulling the proposal prank made his stomach turn. He knew when Lucy kissed him in her apartment. He knew when she kissed him in the airplane bathroom. He knew when he followed her into her apartment after they got back from Vegas.

Throughout the whole evening, Ashley talked about her job, her friends, and new things she wanted Tim to try. He zoned out about an hour in, only nodding and mhmm-ing when it seemed appropriate. The longer he sat there with a woman he should be content with, the more he realized that he hated being with her. She was kind and beautiful and intelligent. She would make someone very happy, but that someone wasn’t him.

It was a shitty thing to do, breaking up with him when his eyes were barely open from emergency spinal surgery. But at the same time, Tim felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, like he could breathe easier. The feeling increased tenfold when Lucy came bounding around the corner of his hospital room giving him hell for not telling her about his condition sooner.

It was their first Valentine’s Day together, and despite his usual detest for the holiday, he wanted to do something for Lucy. They both knew it was their last first. It was their last first kiss, their last first time, their last first Valentine’s Day.

Tim found himself standing in front of a glass case, various shiny stones and metals displayed in ornate patterns and designs laid out in front of him. He came into the mom-and-pop jewelry store looking for a necklace, but one of the other cases caught his attention. Round, cushion, oval, round, and princess diamonds sparkled back at him.

If he was being honest with himself, it wasn’t the first time he’d thought about proposing. Of course, he’d caught himself thinking about the little things here and there. But the first time he really knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Lucy was when he told her he got the job at Metro. He got off the phone with Lt. Pine, and she was the first person he sought out. She was the first person he even thought of telling. He was so excited.

Excited.

That wasn’t a word he’d used to describe himself very often, but it was becoming more and more common the more he and Lucy intertwined their lives.

When Tim told Lucy he got the job, she was proud of him, something else he wasn’t used to. She told him he was amazing and looked at him in such a way that she reserved for only him. He reached for her hand in the middle of the bullpen, seeming to forget the dozen other people around them. He almost kissed her, and she almost let him.

At some point, between staring intently at various diamonds and settings, Tim registered that there was someone standing on the other side of the display case.

“Sir?” the man questioned.

“Yes? Hello.”

“Hi, I’m David. Can I help you find anything? Anything specific you’re looking for?” the man asks, extending his hand out toward Tim.

He shakes his hand, “Uh, I was looking for something for my girlfriend,” he replies as he desperately tries to stop the blush from spreading beyond his ears.

Tim Bradford does not get flustered. He does not get distracted by shiny things and thoughts about the future. Until, apparently, he did.

He wasn’t like this with Isabel. He loved her. He loved her fiercely, in a way that almost killed him, but he’d never felt like this. It was foreign to him, but he was getting used to the swarm of butterflies that now called his stomach home.

“Are we talking an engagement ring?” David asked with a raised eyebrow and a kind smile.

A smile of his own broke out across Tim’s features, his hands shoved in his pockets, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to look.”

“Not what you initially came in for?”

“Um, no. But I’m going to need one sooner or later,” he chuckles.

“Tell me about the girlfriend. What does she like?

David showed Tim a selection of rings; big, small, shiny, sparkly, plain, ornate, gold, and silver. He’d bought a ring before, but this, like everything else with Lucy, felt different. He took a few photos, saving them in a hidden folder on his phone. He and Lucy shared passwords and routinely used each other’s devices, but it wasn’t something he wanted her to see just yet. He left the shop with a collection of hidden pictures and a simple, gold chain with a circular pendant, 7-A-19 inscribed on the back.

“Ok,” he smiled, “I accept your non-apology.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

“So, are we going to dinner or what?”

“We are, but your, uh, outfit is missing a little something.”

“What?!”

Tim grabbed the black box sitting in front of his monitor and stood up, handing it to Lucy.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Lucy smiled that adorable little smile of hers and opened the box, “Oh, wow. It’s beautiful. Did you pick this out yourself?”

“I did,” he replied, feigning offense, “Is that shocking?”

“No, you clearly have good taste,” she quipped as she moved her hair out of the way.

“Thank you.”

Tim clasped the necklace and leaned into her space, grinning at her, admiring her.

His face was a mere six inches from hers when she asked, “Do you want to skip dinner?”

“No, I’m hungry, and you’re going to need that fuel for later.”

Before Lucy could turn around, Tim was gone. She clasped her fingers around the tiny pendant, giggling at his choice of words.

She chased after him in the hall, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. She caught up to him without much effort and reached for his wrist.

He turned to face her, the corners of his mouth quirking up at the feeling of her hand against his skin. Lucy looked around them, making sure they were free from the prying eyes of their fellow officers. Their relationship was out in the open now, but they still tried to remain (mostly) professional at work.

Her fingers were still gripping the pendant when she peered up at him, “Is there something engraved on this?”  She could tell the back wasn’t entirely smooth.

“Maybe.”

“Come on. Seriously, Tim!”

“Why don’t you take it off and find out?”

“I don’t want to take it off. You just put it on.”

“I’m not going to tell you what may or may not be there.”

“Unclip it for me,” she grumbled as she turned her back to him and lifted her hair out of the way again.

He unclasped it and reclasped it, handing it back to her.

She huffed, attempting but failing to convey any real annoyance, as she took the delicate chain from between his fingers. She flipped it over and looked at the numbers and single letter etched into the metal.

7-A-19

She looked up at him, eyes sparkling in the station’s shitty fluorescent light, “You had our call sign engraved into my necklace?”

Tim’s arms rested on his duty belt, making it hard for him to shrug, but he managed.

“Tim!” she giggled, running her thumb over the numbers and eventually shoving his shoulder.

“Ah, what was that for?”

“You’re just a big softie, aren’t you?”

He could feel heat rising in his ears, but he tried his best to ignore it as he smiled at the woman in front of him.

“I love it. Thank you,” she threw her arms around his neck, the chain dangling from her fingertips as she pulled him down for a kiss.

“You’re welcome,” he managed between his lips fitting against hers.

Lucy commanded that he put the necklace back on her as they broke away.

“You’re very bossy,” he said as she lifted her hair from her neck.

She turned her head just enough to look at him from where he stood behind her, “I love you.”

His hands stilled against her skin, “Oh, my God!” she blinked, “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Lucy,” he said, almost blankly.

She turned fully toward him, “I mean, I did, but not right now-“

“Lucy-“

“I had this whole speech planned. I was going to tell you after dinner tonight, and af-“

“Luce!”

He was smiling now, “I love you, too.”

“You do?” her voice broke.

“It wasn’t obvious?” he teased.

She shoved him again, “I hate you!”

“You just said you loved me!”

“I guess I did, didn’t I?” she asked rhetorically as her smile grew brighter. “It’s true,” she continued.

“Good.”

“Good,” she declared as he pulled her in for another kiss, his hands on her waist.

“Are you sure you don’t want to skip dinner?”

“Nope. Like I said, fuel,”

He finally managed to put some distance between them, in hopes of resisting the urge to drag her back into his office and lock the door.

“Let me change out, and we can go.”

“Fine,” she faked a pout.

He threw a smile her way before rounding the corner toward the locker room. Lucy found herself running the pads of her fingers over the numbers on the otherwise smooth piece of metal once again. She had a feeling she’d be doing that pretty often.

[ameliagiovanna0]

Chenford + false negative pregnancy test

I got a little carried away with this. It ended up being the longest fic I've ever written. I'm not totally sure if I love it, but I decided I put too much work into it not to post it 😅

AO3

4.2k words

Lucy realizes her period is late and she and Tim talk about having kids.

Thank you so much for the request! Hope you like it 💕

Lucy was sitting on the couch, book in hand, Kojo curled against her, and the TV on in the background. The main character in her book was a single dad trying to survive his daughter’s first period. She giggled at his well-intended cluelessness. 

 And then she panicked. 

 “Tim?” she asked, trying to keep her voice as neutral as she possibly could.

 He hummed from his post at the stove.

 “What’s today’s date?” 

 He glanced at his phone sitting on the counter, “Uh, the 15th. Sunday.”

 Lucy’s blood ran cold, her palms almost instantly sweaty.

 Oh, fuck.

 Late. She was never late. She got her period when she was thirteen, and from the time she was fourteen, she got it every 28 days like clockwork. Her period should have started four days ago.

 Tim knew Lucy inside and out, backward and forward, upside down and right side up. He answered her question without hesitation. It was an innocuous thing to ask. But as he turned to face her, knowing the tone of her voice was off, despite her best efforts, she was wide-eyed, gripping the back of the couch.

 “Luce?” he asked, clearly concerned at her state.

 “I’m late.”

 He thought for a moment, “ Late for what?”

 Tim felt like he could literally feel his brain short circuiting. He opened his suddenly very dry mouth to say something, anything but nothing came out. He flicked off the stove and moved the pan of partially stir fried vegetables off the burner. 

 Trying his best to come up with a response, Tim padded over to the couch. He tapped Kojo’s back, and the dog jumped off the couch, Tim taking his place. He took the book Lucy was white-knuckling out of her hands and set it on the coffee table. He brushed a lock of hair out of her face and held her cheek in his hand, desperately trying not to freak the fuck out.

 It had been less than a year since that conversation outside the station.

 “Do you wanna get dinner sometime?”

And the conversation in Grey’s office.

 “Do you wanna go out on a date?”

 And their semi-disastrous dinner date and redo-date.

 “It’s a better story for the grandkids.”

 Tim always wanted kids, assumed he and Isabel would’ve popped out a couple of them, as he said. But when the grip Isabel’s addiction had on her grew more vice-like and she disappeared in the middle of the night, he started to believe that children weren’t in the cards for him.

 Even before he had the courage to ask Lucy out, he caught himself thinking of a little girl with brown hair and blue eyes, talkative and animated. He chastised himself for the thought, but it never truly went away. He did his best to push it to the furthest depths of his brain.

 Lucy vented to him that her mother had paid for her to have her eggs frozen and the process of deciding to go through with it. He knew she was, at least, considering having kids – one day. She knew she wanted forever with him, but they hadn’t talked much about kids.

 A few weeks after they officially started dating, she brought up the conversation of the better story for the grandkids.

 Tim and Lucy had arrived at his house after shift, happy to finally be alone together. Tim was laying on his back, an arm behind his head, scrolling through the Dodgers’ highlights. Lucy stood in the doorway between his bedroom and the ensuite bathroom. Her eyes flickered between Tim and the floor as she played with the hem of his t-shirt she was wearing. She ambled to the edge of the bed, Tim glancing up at her, his eyes bright. Pulling her lips between her teeth, Lucy took the phone from his hand and placed it on the nightstand next to the picture of Kojo. He raised an eyebrow at her.

 “Sit up,” she said.

 He obliged, his back against the headboard. He folded his arms over his lap, but Lucy was quick to pull them apart and insert herself between them. She grinned as she threw her leg over his, her knees on either side of his thighs. His hands found her legging-clad thighs, his eyes twinkling at her. 

 “About what I said,” she paused trying to find the right words as he raised an eyebrow at her yet again.

 “You’ve said a lot of things,” he grinned.

 She shoved his shoulder, rolling her eyes, before her arms sought purchase around his neck.

 “During our re-do date…”

 “You said a lot of things during our re-do date.”

 “Would you shut up and listen to me?” she quipped lacking any real heat.

 He nodded.

 “‘It’s a better story for the grandkids,’” she repeated her phrase from that night.

 It wasn’t rocket science to figure out that’s where she was going with this. 

 “Ah,” he said in understanding.

 Lucy rested her forehead against Tim’s as she took in a breath.

 “I– um,” she hesitated.

 Tim leaned closer to kiss her, smiling against her lips.

 “For once, Lucy Chen is at a loss for words.”

 “I hate you.”

 “No, you don’t”

 “No, I don’t,” she pulled back to look in his eyes, “And I think that’s why that kinda ,” she gestured to her mouth, “popped out.”

 His hands ran up and down her thighs. Lucy hoped she never got used to the way he looked at her. Now that he didn’t have to hide it, he looked at her like that all the time. She saw the adoration and warmth in his gaze. He looked at her like she was the only thing in the world, her stomach somersaulting every time.

 “ Damn it, that’s what got me into this mess ,” she thought, a blush finding its way to her cheeks. 

 He squeezed her hips.

 “Ok, so I want to have kids with you. Big deal,” she blurted, somewhat surprised by her own confidence.

 Tim chuckled at her like he did that night, but he couldn’t help but notice the warmth that spread over his body.

 “Nice,” he echoed, seeking her lips out again.

 Forcing herself to pull away from the kiss, Lucy shrieked, “Are you kidding me? I mention grandkids on our second date, and tell you I want to have kids with you three weeks into dating, and that’s all you have to say?!”

 “Luce,” she smiled at the use of the new nickname.

 “I love you,” he continued.

 A grin spread across her features without her permission, wider than she thought possible, as she ran her fingers through the hair at the base of his head.

 “I love you, too.”

 He kissed her again. Because he could do that now. 

 “You know I’ve always wanted kids. When we’re ready, we’ll talk about it.”

 She pulled him closer, attaching her lips to his for what felt like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. 

 “Ok,” he breathed, “what do you want to do?”

 “I’ve never been late! I–” she stopped.

 “Breathe, Luce.”

 “Ineedtotakeatest–” it came out as more of one word than the six it was supposed to be, her head hanging.

 If Tim wasn’t intently focused on trying to maintain his own composure, he would have laughed at her.

 Looking up at him, eyes wide and glassy, Lucy said, “We need to go to the drug store. We need to know.”

 We. His heart swelled at the two-letter word. 

 “Ok, yeah.”

 She jumped up on shaky legs, flipping her hair out of her way, “What the hell are you doing still sitting there? We need to find out if you knocked me up!”

 Tim stared up at her, his mouth hanging open, “Oh, well, that’s romantic,” they both managed a laugh.

 “I’m freaking out here, Tim.”

 He stood up, his hands finding the side of her neck.

 “Ok, let’s go,” he pressed a smiling kiss to her forehead.

Lucy stared out the passenger window as Tim drove. He risked a glance at her. For the first time that he could remember, he couldn’t read her like an open book.

 “Are we ready for this?” she finally said, turning toward him, her hand finding his over the center console.

 “Is anyone ever really ready for a kid?”

 “That’s not an answer,” she huffed.

 “I don’t know, babe. But whatever happens, I’m right there. Always.

 “I know,” she smiled, squeezing his hand, turning back toward the window and lacing their fingers together.

 She knew Tim wanted kids, and so did she, but right now? They haven’t been together a year. They’ve only lived together for a few months. She was on track to make detective. She knew it should scare the hell out of her.

 But it didn’t.

 She knew Tim was her last first. She knew that he would make an exceptional  father. She caught herself grinning like an idiot as Tim pulled into the Walgreens parking lot.

 “What’re you smiling at?” his own lips quirking up.

 “You,” she replied, her eyes  gaining an iridescence in the sunlight.

 “Oh?”

 “I know this is fast, but,” she let out a watery laugh as focused on his shining baby blues, “I want this.”

 The dam broke and her tears spilled over as Tim reached for her.

 “I want it too,” he mumbled into her hair, his own tears threatening to fall. His hands got lost in her hair as he felt her body quiver against his.

 She pulled back, her lip quivering and her chin crinkling, “Yeah?”

 “Hell yeah.”

 He pulled her into him, his lips finding hers. The angle was awkward with the console between them, but they couldn’t help but smile into each other, salty tears mixing with her cherry chapstick.

 “Tim–” she choked, trying to figure out if she was laughing or crying.

 “Hey, we got this,” his hand rubbing soothing patterns over her back.

 He knew this was fast. Of course he knew that, but their relationship had always been the definition of “too much too soon.” He’s loved this woman for years, far longer than he even initially realized. He wanted a life with her, and if a baby happened sooner than either one of them expected, so be it. Nothing about their relationship had been typical or on a normal timeline, so why start now? His mind wandered to the little velvet box in the back of the top shelf of their hall closet. His lips curved upward, the lines around his eyes and mouth becoming more prominent as he pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s neck. 

They stood in the bathroom, the piece of white plastic that would determine the course of the rest of their lives sitting on the counter. 

 “Should I make a doctor's appointment, just in case?” she questioned.

 “I don’t know,” she blinked up at him, rambling again before he could answer, “I guess, if I am pregnant, I’ll need to.”

 “Yeah,” he chuckled, “I guess that’s true.”

 Missing her period, if she wasn’t pregnant, was strange. She might want to talk to her doctor about it anyway. She hasn’t had a late period in over fifteen years. 

 When the timer rang, Lucy blinked up at Tim, both holding in a breath.

 “I’m scared,” she squeaked.

 “You want me to do it?”

 She nodded.

 Tim took a breath, an attempt at steadying himself, and turned the test right side up.

 They looked down in unison.

 Lucy let out a shaking breath.

 One line.

 It was negative.

 She wasn’t pregnant. 

 Her head fell against Tim’s chest, his arms wrapping around her. He wasn’t about to say anything until he knew how she felt.

 Lucy was… sad . And she didn’t know why. Before an hour ago, having a baby wasn’t something she was truly considering, for the time being. 

 Tim pressed a kiss to her hair as he waited for her to be ready to talk. For once, she was the quiet one. Eventually, she pushed away to look at him, a few tears running down her cheeks. His hands found her jaw, his thumbs brushing the wetness from her face.

 “I guess I wanted a baby,” she let out a somewhat humorless laugh.

 “Yeah. Yeah, me too,” he sighed.

 She stood on her tippy toes and still had to tip her head up. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck as Tim pressed a kiss to the shoulder he has access to.

 “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked.

 “Yes. But not right now.”

 They stood together in the bathroom, enjoying the comfort of each other.

Lucy was curled into Tim’s side, vibrantly describing a docuseries she was trying to convince him to watch. He tried to argue with her, their banter ever present. Ultimately, he let her win. They spent the evening watching The Golden State Killer: It’s Not Over until Lucy broke through the static. 

 “I think I’m going to make an appointment with my doctor anyway,” she mumbled into his side.

 He tightened his grip on her in response. 

 “Not having my period, for whatever reason, is really weird for me. It’s been regular for like fifteen years now.”

 “You want me to go with you?”

 Their eyes found each other in the TV-lit living room.

 “No, it’s ok. I’m not pregnant, so it won’t be anything interesting,” she shrugged.

Lucy made the appointment with her family doctor. She and Tim spent the two weeks until her appointment not necessarily preventing pregnancy but not necessarily trying either, calling it practice. 

 Dr. Pelham did a physical exam and took urine and blood samples, running a repeat pregnancy test as a precaution. She told Lucy she would call her in a few days with the results. Lucy drove home trying not to become irritated at the gauze and tape on her inner arm. She listened to the radio and sang along to Taylor Swift, also trying not to think too hard.

 Before two weeks ago, she and Tim hadn’t talked about kids, save for that conversation in bed all those months ago. It was more of a maybe, someday kind of thing. Then, for about an hour, it seemed like a real possibility. But then it wasn’t. She went back and forth. Was it a good idea to have a baby right now? Their relationship was still fairly new and her career was important to them both. Tim was always protective of her career and reputation. But a baby? With Tim? She tried not to become too hysterical at the thought. God, it sounded perfect. She loved her life, and she loved her career, but she also loved Tim and the thought of them being parents together. She wanted it all. The guy, the career, the baby, the King of Canines. She had proven herself as a cop over and over again. Angela worked patrol and as a detective while she was pregnant. Nyla did the same thing. Or she could take a desk job at the station for a few months. She could handle it. She knew Tim would be behind her in whatever way she needed him. And she knew, at this point, no one would question her abilities. She could do this.

 When she got home, new revelation in hand and the desire to tell Tim about it, she was met with an overwhelming sense of excitement and just a little bit of terror.

 Tim heard Lucy pull into the driveway, and he felt a smile spread across his features. 

 He met her at the door.

 “Hey, how’d it go?”

 “It was fine, but can we talk?”

 He nodded, “Do you want to eat first? I got dinner.”

 “Ugh, yes please. I’m starved,” she threw her purse and paperwork on the foyer table, kicking her shoes off.

 He chuckled. He knew her well enough that even though she wanted to talk, nothing was wrong. She always wanted to talk about something, if he was being honest. It aggravated the hell out of him when she was his rookie, but after their thirteen months together were up and he became a sergeant, he grew to miss her incessant chattering. Even more so when she went to UC school and he didn’t even get to see her around the station.

 He led her to the backyard, a takeout bag and a wiggling Kojo waiting. It was a beautiful summer night. The sky was clear as the sun set, spreading shades of pinks, purples, and oranges across the sky. They sat down on the lounge chairs under the patio, Lucy crossing her legs and peering up at Tim. 

 God, he loved her. As her gorgeous doe eyes, the perfect shade of chocolate brown with bits of amber and honey, stared up at him and he couldn’t help the way his stomach flipped. He couldn’t help himself, his lips had a mind of their own as they found hers.

 “I love you,” he murmured against her mouth.

 “I love you, too.”

 Their meal was spent simply enjoying each other’s company, although neither forgot Lucy’s earlier comment. After she finished her veggie burger with extra pickles, she crawled onto Tim’s lap, folding herself against him. One hand was running fingers through her hair, the other tapping against his phone for their favorite playlist. 

 He’d have thought she fell asleep if it wasn’t for her fingers trailing up and down his arm.

 “Dance with me,” he said squeezing her bicep.

 “What?” she giggled, her chin on his chest.

 “Dance with me!”

 “Alright, alright,” she giggled, pushing off of him.

 They swayed back and forth in the backyard with Kojo having taken up residence on Lucy’s vacated seat. She had her arm wrapped around Tim’s waist, her hand in his and her cheek pressed to his chest. The smell of honeysuckle whirled around them, stars shining in the LA sky. Music played softly in the background, occasionally being interrupted by Kojo’s snores and snorts.

 They talked about their work, cases they dealt with and calls they responded to. Lucy mentioned something Celina told her about the bad vibes she was getting from her best friend’s new boyfriend. Tim told Lucy about Smitty managing to get his radio stuck in his duty belt and trying to use butter to remove it. 

 They traded laughs and infatuated glances. They were so content and happy together. Just being around each other was enough to ground them. 

 The look in your eyes when you smile that way

The sound of your voice sayin' my name.

I've been thinkin' about you

Just keep thinkin' about you.

 Trisha Yearwood’s voice flowed through the speaker on the table as Tim squeezed Lucy’s shoulders. 

 “Luce,” he halted their movements. 

 She scrunched her brow.

 “‘I love you,” he took a breath, “Whatever happens, I’m with you. No matter what. It was made very clear to me, years ago, that you made my life better. Despite everything you’ve been through, you are the literal human embodiment of sunshine,” he managed to make her giggle, “You’re graceful, you’re kind, you love the people in your life with your whole heart, including me. I was at the worst point in my life when we met, and not only did you stop me from making some… pretty bad decisions, even though I outranked you,” they both smiled,”you did it in a way that made me see the flaws in my logic.  I met you, and my life has never been the same. You showed me the beauty in the world again, and you showed me how to love again. You are literally the light in my life. We’ve always been good together. I love you, and I want forever with you.”

 Tears streamed down Lucy’s face as he spoke. His hands found the sides of her face, his thumbs wiping her tear stained cheeks before they fell to her waist. 

 “So,” his hand migrating to his back pocket to retrieve the little box that’s been taunting him and planting a knee in the grass, “Lucy Chen, will you marry me?”

 “Fuck yes!” she half-squeaked through tears and laughter. 

 Tim chuckled at her response and pulled the pear-shaped emerald and diamond ring from the box and slid in onto her shaking hand. A month in, Tim knew he wanted to marry her. Nine months in, he decided to buy a ring. One day, he knew he’d use it. Until then, he stashed it in the closet where he knew Lucy couldn’t reach.

 He stood up and her tiny hands found his neck and pulled him down toward her. The cool metal of her ring sent a shiver down his spine as she kissed him, the saltiness of her tears finding their tongues.

 Pulling away, Lucy placed her left hand on Tim’s chest and giggled at the sparkly new object adorning her finger.

 “An emerald?” she beamed.

 Tim almost blushed, “We both have a thing for green.”

 “I love you,” she laughed leaning up to kiss him once again.

 “Does this mean we can try for a baby now?” she asked against his lips.

 “Yeah? You want to?”

 “Yeah, I really do.”

 Her eyes glistened in the starlight of their backyard, her hair wound atop her head, his hands under her shirt. He remembered their second date, and the way the string lights around their table reflected off her eyes and made them sparkle. 

 “We can do this,” she reiterated. 

 He reached for her again, his hands finding her thighs as he bent at the knee. She wrapped her legs around him, both laughing through tears.

 “I love you so much,” she avowed as she locked her ankles around him.

 Tim walked them toward the sliding glass door, Kojo rousing at the sound of it opening. He ran around them to his water bowl before finding his bed in the corner of the living room. Tim continued the journey to their bedroom, Lucy wrapped around him. 

For the next few days, they were utterly basking in newly engaged bliss. Lucy decided that practicing is more fun when you’re engaged. For safety’s sake, Lucy couldn’t wear her ring at work, so she promptly ordered a silicone one from Etsy. Unbeknownst to him, she’d also ordered one for Tim. He didn’t have to wear it right now if he didn’t want to; he could wait until they were actually married. But she thought it would be a winsome surprise for him. 

 Lucy woke up to vibrating coming from her nightstand. Suppressing the desire to throw her phone against the wall, she answered it, “Chen.”

 Tim rubbed the sleep from his eyes, having woken up at the sound of his fiancé's voice.

 “Hi, Lucy. This is Dr. Pelham.”

 Lucy sat up so fast the room felt like it was spinning.

 “I have your test results.”

 “Ok…”

 Tim kissed her shoulder, knowing something had surprised her but not being able to hear the other end of the conversation.

 “We did run a second pregnancy test, just as a precaution, and it was positive.”

 Lucy gasped, her hand flying over her mouth as tears filled her eyes. At this, Tim was suddenly very awake.

 “Lucy, what?”

 Now, the room really was spinning. Giving her a moment, Dr. Pelham was silent on the other line. Lucy let out a breath the best she could. 

 “Everything else looks perfectly fine. But you are, indeed, pregnant. It looks like you just got a false negative with your home test”

 Tim rubbed a hand over her arm, waiting for her to clue him in.

 “You’ll want to make an appointment with your OB/GYN, and they can talk about your next steps.”

 “Ok, thank you.”

 “Have a good day.”

 “Thanks, you too.”

 Lucy ended the call, her phone falling from her hand. She was awash in tears, her hair frizzed with sleep, and her face pale with emotion.

 “I’m pregnant,” Lucy said, her voice shaking more than it ever had.

 “What?” Tim questioned, his voice cracking.

 She fell into him, her tears soaking his shirt, “I’m pregnant. The test we took was wrong.”

 “Oh, my God–” 

 He squeezed the woman in his arms, his own tears finally falling.

 Lucy leaned up, hand brushing away the flood of tears, the new addition to her hand gleaming in the morning light. 

 Tim forgot how to breathe. Shaking the faint remnants of sleep from himself, he tried to process the fact that his fiancé told him that she was pregnant. 

 She let out a watery chuckle at his gaping expression, both stunned at the news.

 “We’re having a baby,” she finally whispered. 

 “We’re having a baby!” He beamed, pushing her down on the mattress, his lips finding hers, her nails scraping down his bare back.

 “Tim,” she breathed against him.

 “Lucy,” he smiled.

 She just smiled, the thought of a mini her or Tim growing inside her. He slid his hands down her sides until he found the hem of her (his) shirt. He pulled up, her fingers running through the slightly longer strands of hair at the top of his head. He scooched down until he was level with her abdomen. He pressed his lips against her flat belly, and Lucy felt a new bout of tears threaten to overtake her. He kissed his way up her body, never failing to pay attention to the tattoo on her ribs.

 Lucy lost her composure, and she finally pulled him up again. She felt delirious, the look on Tim’s face saying he wasn’t too far behind.

 “We’re having a baby,” he repeated against her lips.

Note: This is the ring I envisioned for Lucy

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It Had Only Been Eight weeks

Title from Lady by Brett Young

Part two of False Negative, the first ultrasound

Requested by @lilybradford23 💕

2k words

AO3

AN: Let me know if y'all would like to see the aforementioned conversation with Grey. Maybe a part three? 👀

Also, For the purpose of this story, the nurse already knows that Lucy intends to keep the pregnancy

“Tim…”

“Tim…” 

“Timothy…”

“Timothy-”

His head laid on her chest, one arm slung over her waist. Lucy had started her morning by running her fingers through his hair; his only response was to snuggle into her further. But she had thoughts, and she wanted to share them. Growing annoyed at his still semi conscious state, she began flicking his ear. She felt his breathing change. 

“Tim-Tim-Tim-Tim-Tim-”

He hummed, “What is it, Luce?”

“It’s ultrasound day!”

His head had migrated from her chest to the crook of her neck. He still couldn’t see her face, but he could hear the smile in her voice.

“I know,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to her tattoo, a jovial expression of his own finding its way to his features.

“We get to hear the baby’s heartbeat!”

“I know,” he repeated, pushing himself up on his elbow to look at her gorgeous face.

She smiled up at him, excitement and joy written all over her face.

“Ultrasound and then we talk to Grey?”

This had been the plan since Lucy scheduled the appointment with her OBGYN almost six weeks ago, but she felt the need to confirm again.

Tim nodded, smiling, as he leaned down to capture her lips.

“I’m so excited!” she said, interrupting his kiss.

“Me too,” he mumbled into her lips.

He pulled away beaming, his hand falling to her still flat belly. She covered his hand with her own.

“I can’t wait to hear the heartbeat and see the gummy bear!”

“You did not just call our baby a gummy bear?”

“It’s going to look like a gummy bear for a while, Tim.”

He laughed, his forehead falling against her shoulder. She wasn’t wrong, “Fine, 'gummy bear' it is.”

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They walked into the office hand in hand, both still getting used to the feeling of Lucy’s ring between their twined fingers. 

While Lucy filled out the forms they gave her at check in, Tim couldn’t help but notice the way her ring caught the light as her pen moved across the paper. He grinned at the whole situation. They were engaged and having a baby. It was everything he’d ever wanted. He felt whole. Complete. He was thrilled. He couldn’t wait to meet their little gummy bear.

Damn it, now she’s got me doing it.

A nurse called Lucy’s name and guided them to an exam room. 

“I’m Alyssa.” she smiled politely as she gestured for Lucy to give her the clipboard, “We’re going to be going into the first room on the right there,” she continued as she pointed down the hall.

Lucy sat down on the exam table as Tim took her purse and set it on the chair next to him. He simply stood next to her.

Lucy looped her index finger around his from where he stood and squeezed as Alyssa typed her information into the computer.

“This is your eight-week check up?”

“Yep,” Lucy bounced.

Tim grinned at her excitement. 

“You’re dad, I take it?” Alyssa asked as she turned toward Tim.

Lucy looked up at his pink cheeks, trying not to laugh at his stunned expression.

“Yes,” he finally said. 

It hit him. This was the first person, aside from Lucy, to refer to him as a dad. He was going to be a dad. This gummy bear would become a baby, a baby that he would get to love and take care of and cherish and nurture. He became dizzy at the thought alone. It was Lucy squeezing his hand again that brought him back to reality. 

He blinked down at her, realizing he’d been staring into space since answering the nurse’s question, but Lucy’s attention was directed at Alyssa. She noticed the smallest change in his posture or breathing or stiffness in his muscles, no matter what. And she always had a way of anchoring him. In this instance, it was by squeezing his hand, ever diligently pulling him out of his head. 

Alyssa grabbed a plastic-y paper sheet from the cabinet in the corner of the room and handed it to Lucy, “You’ll want to tuck this into your waistband. The ultrasound gel gets everywhere.”

 “Congratulations, mom and dad! Dr. Wyatt should be in in a few minutes,” she said brightly as she left them alone in their bubble.

Tim was still frozen in place at Lucy’s side, her hand in his. 

“Tim, babe, I need my hand back for a second, she spoke as she began unfolding the sheet.”

“Sorry,” he said, seemingly examining her.

“Are you ok?” 

“Yeah,” something overcame his features. Angela liked to call it his ‘Lucy smile.’ He only ever smiled at her with those creases by his eyes and lines around his mouth and his eyes iridescent. 

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m excited,” he breathed in his enthusiastic-yet-calm-and-collected-very-Tim way.

“Good,” she said, her lips quirking up, “Me too.”

There was a knock on the other side of the door, and Dr. Wyatt entered with a kind smile.

“Hi, Lucy, how are you doing?”

“I’m great! A little nervous, but great!”

“Is this dad?” she asked as she glanced between Tim and Lucy.

“That’s me,” he grinned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, evidently having rid himself of the deer in headlights reaction the last time he was asked the very same question..

She extended her hand, “Nice to meet you.” 

He reluctantly dropped Lucy’s hand to shake the doctor’s. 

The women spoke about symptoms, family history, medications, and any concerns they might have. Tim stood, ever so patiently, listening to the conversation, answering the few questions Dr. Wyatt had for him and nodding when appropriate as they spoke. His only concern was that Lucy and the baby were healthy. 

“Are you ready to see your baby?”

“Oh, my God! Yes, please!” Lucy squeaked

“Yes, very much so,” Tim chuckled.

Dr. Wyatt chuckled along with him, “Let me go grab the ultrasound, and I’ll be right back.”

Their eyes met the second the door closed. 

Lucy grabbed the center of Tim’s henley, hauling him down toward her. Her kiss was nothing but joy and excitement and anticipation. 

“What was that for?”

She shrugged, “Felt like it.”

He planted his lips on hers and then against her forehead before a knock startled him away. 

“Alright, let’s take a look at the little munchkin,” Dr. Wyatt said as she pulled the machine to Lucy’s bedside.

Lucy lifted her pink T shirt and laid back on the table, the paper crinkling with her movement. 

Dr. Wyatt picked up the bottle of ultrasound goo and grimaced as she turned to Lucy and said, “This is going to be cold.”

“I literally do not care,” she said as politely as she could.

“Ok,” she smiled amusedly.

Tim’s eyes caught Lucy’s, her big, brown doe eyes shining up at him with unshed tears, somehow instantly emotiona all over again.. l At some point, one of them had grabbed the other’s hand again. She squeezed his fingers, and he leaned down to press another kiss to her hairline.

Lucy winced at the cold slime on her stomach as Tim tried to suppress an entertained grin.

Dr. Wyatt moved the wand over Lucy’s abdomen until the rapid, unmistakable tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump filled the room. She turned the monitor toward the parents and was greeted with awe-struck, tear filled expressions from both of them.

“Tim,” Lucy marveled as she tugged on his hand, her gaze fixed on the screen, “That’s our baby–” she sobbed.

She finally tore her focus away from the screen to survey the man she loved most in the world.

“That’s the heartbeat!” he whispered, pointing to the screen.

Dr. Wyatt allowed them a few moments to study the screen and subsequent tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump before she finished her exam.

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“I’ll get some of these printed for you,” Dr. Wyatt said as she wiped the excess gel off Lucy’s belly.

“Thank you,” Lucy affirmed, wiping her eyes.

Tim came to stand in front of her as best he could with the exam table in the way. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look up at him. He brushed his thumbs across her cheeks, brushing away the tears that she’d missed.

She looked up at him with an expression he’d never seen before. It was a mixture of fondness and fear and excitement and panic and joy and awe and overwhelming love. His own eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, his cheeks damp.

“Lucy, baby, are you okay?”

She laughed, “Yeah, I’m so good.”

“Good,” he smiled as he pulled her into him.

“We’re having a baby!” she marveled, as if it was new information.

“I know, and I couldn’t be more excited,” he sniffed, tucking her head under his chin.

Lucy wrapped her arms around his waist, her tears soaking through his shirt.

“Tim, this baby is going to be so lucky to have you as a dad – to be loved by you.”

She felt him gasp, his breathing stutter against the palms of her hands.

She gripped the back of his shirt and pulled away just enough to tilt her chin up and look into his eyes, “I mean it.”

“The way you love the people in your life… it’s fierce and protective and gentle all at once. I see the way you are with Tyler and Jamie, Tamara, and Jack. Even Genny and Angela. Not to mention the way you love me.  I see how you are with them and me – your nephews and people you aren’t even related to – and I think my brain short circuits a little bit every time. If you’re like this with them, I can only imagine the love and devotion you’ll show our child. You’re going to be the best dad this kid could ask for. I have so much faith in you.”

Tim let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as tear after tear streamed down his face. He didn’t know how much he needed to hear those words until Lucy uttered them in the quiet of that tiny exam room. He looked into her eyes, not sure if he would be able to complete a sentence without losing it even more than he already had.

Through the years of knowing Lucy, she’d broken down his walls, found the person he didn’t know was under the scars and baggage and trauma. He still had them, but she was the one that convinced him it was okay for him to have these foreign emotions, to experience them, to feel them, not to hide them. And she helped him carry the weight when he needed it. He’d gotten used to showing her his true self, what was under the mask that the rest of the world saw. He’d cried in front of her even before they were together; when he saw Isabel for the first time in over a year and when he confronted his dad for the first (and last) time. 

But this was different. He came to understand that Lucy trusted him to be there for her and for himself, but now she trusted him with the defenseless, tiny, little life they’d created. She trusted him to care for their child, to love and protect them, to be a better dad than he had.

He pulled her body tighter against him, shuddering in her arms.

“Lucy…” he gurgled, his voice raw, “Thank you. I love you so much. I love you and this baby so much it hurts.”

“I love you, too. And I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

It was the fact that he that knew she whole-heartedly believed every word of it, that in her eyes, everything she said was true that threw him off kilter.

But it just made him that much more grateful for whatever higher power put Lucy Chen in his life and gave him everything he’d ever wanted.

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For those that sent me Chenford prompts, I promise I'm getting to them. The semester just started and it's super chaotic. I am working on them, and I've really been liking the challenge

Hope to get some out soon 💕

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Drabble or fic request and/or something you do if you want:

Jay notices his favorite ice cream disappears quicker when he and Hailey move in; Hailey eats straight out of the container which somewhat annoys him; she makes coffee “undrinkable” because she goes 25% coffee, 75% sweet cream, sugar.

I might be able to work something out with this 😉💛 

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Feel Your Kiss On Me

Title from For You by Liam Payne and RIta Ora

Requested by @whiskeyloverbae ​ , thank you! 💕

“Tim has a hickey and he thinks it’s hidden by his collar but Angela calls him out on it. “

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