#chris and street

[streakyglasses]

the best by far is you

Chris and Street babysit her nieces for the weekend. Along the way, they figure out their own future. Then they begin to live it. From the tumblr prompt: I really always imagine Stris having two little girls. And I mean in the near future, 3-4 years ahead. I think two little girls would heal a lot of Chris’ heart and streets inner child. If you would be comfortable writing something from this, I would love exploring that side of them so much 🥹 fluff, becoming parents, babysitting, post s7.

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“Street!” Chris calls, watching the sunlight stream in through the kitchen window onto the countertop. It picks up the diamond on her finger and sends sparkles over the hanging plants on the wall. She could stare at it all day, but her attention is stolen by his eyes on her back. Heat burns up her chest and neck. Shaking it all away, she takes a deep breath and turns to him, smiling. 

“What’s up?” 

Her heart is a hummingbird when they make eye contact. Crossing to meet him at the end of the hallway, she rests her hands on his forearms. 

“I know we were supposed to go on a hike next Saturday—“

“A hike that you asked to go on,” Street interrupts, teasing her. She rolls her eyes but nods, grateful he isn’t upset. 

“Yes. But Jenna called and asked if we could watch the girls for the weekend, and I said yes. Friday night to Sunday.” 

Uncertainty immediately rushes down his spine like cold water, and Chris grabs his hand when she senses the change in his posture. The hallway seems to close in on them as she debates if she’s made a mistake, but she’s in it now. 

“If you don’t want you, stay at the house and I can do it. I’m sorry for not running it by you—she was desperate and—“

“Chris!” He stops her, relaxing. Nothing comforts him more than when she lets the facade drop, and the air opens up. “It’s fine. Good! It’ll be good.”

“It will be,” she nods and laughs breathy. “Maisie is five and Skylar is three.”

“Okay, cool. I think we can handle that. It’ll be a good test run.”

“Test run for what?”

“For when we have our own!” Street narrows his gaze to read her, and she does the same. But Chris blinks first, biting her lip before too big a grin can overtake her and expose that she’s thought about this before—a lot. 

“Maybe,” she settles on. His eyes light up the stars and a fire starts in his stomach that warms her, too. “We haven’t talked about it. But let’s get through this weekend first.”

Pulling her into a hug and kissing her head, he can’t help but glance over her and picture toys strewn about and a high chair at the table. Her soft breath against his neck snaps him out of the daydream, but he keeps his hand on her back. 

“Wonder why she asked us,” he ponders. Chris smirks. 

“Because her parents, and Helena and Sarzo, and Wiso and Nancy are going on some cruise this weekend.”

“Still,” he pushes her buttons, always searching for anything new he doesn’t already know about her to add to the file. “You have like a million cousins who already have kids. And who live closer, don’t they?”

“Oh my god, because I babysat her when we were younger!” Chris gives, and mutters something after that sounds just like “you’re impossible.” Curiosity satiated, he laughs and lets her go.

-x-

Bright overhead lights highlight the frost on the frozen doors. A quick trip has  long stretched into an hour, and she draws the line at two bags of frozen dinosaur nuggets. 

“C’mon!” Street argues, setting down the plastic bags. “Kids love them.”

“They do. But we’re watching them for 48 hours, not 48 days. And we already planned pizza for Saturday.” 

“Will Jenna kill us if they garbage for a weekend? I thought that was the whole point of staying with family—doing everything mom and dad won’t let you.” He pokes, sure his own lack of a proper childhood will get her to agree. Rolling her eyes, Chris doesn’t put the bags back, but she does push the cart further down the aisle.

“She might. And Helena definitely will if she hears her great nieces went all weekend without a home cooked meal.” 

“Breakfast,” he counters like it’s nothing. He blocks the end of the cart with his body, knowing she won’t ram into him even though she’s unenthused at best. Determination sits in his eyes, contrasting the small smirk on his face, and she’s intrigued enough to listen. 

“You’ve already got the ‘best aunt’ position, but the word on the street is ‘best uncle’ is wide open. Unless you want to be babysitting with Daniel next time.” 

“Don’t even,” she shudders, and scrunches her nose at his laugh. “Arepas for breakfast Saturday and Sunday. You’re on scrambled eggs duty.” 

He agrees with a kiss to her cheek. Taking the cart over so Chris can grab the list, they make one last loop for a few final things, and hit the checkout. 

-x-

A knock on their door at six thirty Friday night pulls Chris and Street from their movie. Disentangling, he clicks off the TV and falls in a quick step behind her. 

“Hello!” Chris smiles at Jenna and the girls. Jenna smiles back, clear relief on her face.

“Hey!” She hands Skylar over to Chris’s waiting arms. “Thank you so much again. Here are their bags—a written schedule is in them with plenty of clothes, stuffed animals, and books. Text if you guys have any questions. Taylor’s in the car, so I can’t stay, unfourtnately. Girls, be good. We’ll be back Sunday afternoon. Love you!”

“Love you, too!” They all call as Jenna skips back to the car. With Skylar on her hip, Chris takes Maisie’s hand and leaves the bags for Street. By the time he gets back, they’ve monopolized the couch and decided on Monsters, Inc. 

“Care to join us?” Chris smirks. 

“Please, Uncle Street!” Skylar adds. He has to recover from how much she looks like Chris before he grins, putting his hands up as if surrendering. 

“Of course. But how about some popcorn?” 

“Can we, Aunt Chrissy?” Maisie pleads with puppy eyes. Chris doesn’t stand a chance. 

“Sure we can. Need a hand, Street?” 

“Nope! You guys go ahead; I’ll be there in a few minutes.” 

As promised, he returns two and a half minutes later with the biggest bowl in their cabinet filled to the brim with bright yellow, buttery popcorn. Chris’s eyes widen just as much as her nieces, and he laughs as he dodges all their greedy hands to set it in the middle of everyone. 

The movie plays on—the girls ending up splayed over Chris and Street and all of them underneath a mound of fuzzy blankets. Their young eyes are sliding shut as the credits roll. As she brushes Skylar’s hair back like Helena always did for her, Chris can’t help but imagine a kid of their own to have movie nights with. She glances at Street in her periphery, a warmth growing in her that’s not from the blanket. 

“What do you say we get ready for bed, chiquitas?” Chris whispers. They nod and move sluggishly towards the bathroom where Street already unpacked their toothbrushes. After, she tucks them into the guest bed, complete with their favorite stuffed animals. 

“I’ll be right back,” she promises. “You two, pick a book.” 

It’s a short walk to the kitchen. Street’s back is to her, hands deep in soapy dish water while the menu screen music plays on loop. She grins, stepping beside him and placing a hand on his back. 

“This might have to be our popcorn bowl forever. Whatever they put on that stuff is not coming out.” He mutters. Her laugh bounces off the bubbles and into his heart, and a shiver runs through him at the gentle scratch of her nails. 

“Leave it to soak. We have a story time to do.” 

Plunging the bowl beneath the water, Street takes the towel Chris hands him to dry off, and follows her down the hall. As he watches her walk, he’s again floored by how they got to where they are and all the time they have together. 

“Okay,” her bright voice pulls him from his thoughts. “Did we decide?” 

“We’re stuck, Aunt Chrissy,” Maisie says, in a tone Chris recognizes from silly spats with her cousins. “I want Amelia Bedlia. Skye wants The Little Engine That Could.”

“Hmm,” Chris ponders, taking a book in each hand. Then, she lights up as if a lightbulb went off over her head. “Why don’t we read one book tonight, and the other tomorrow night.” 

“How do we decide?” Skylar pipes up. 

“It’s a good question,” Street adds with an affirmative nod. Turning to him, Chris fixes him with an incredulous look, but all he does is shrug. She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. 

“Well, you really wanted to watch Monsters, Inc, right?” She waits for the nod and toothy grin. “Okay, so let’s read Maisie’s book tonight, and then tomorrow we switch.” 

With it all sorted, Skylar scooches closer to her sister, and Street plops down in the new space. His legs stretch out and, when he sees the gears in Chris’s mind turning for where she’s going to sit, he takes it upon himself to gently pull her onto his lap. She scrunches her nose at his deep dimples, resisting kissing his cheek lest they repeat last year’s Christmas debacle, and settles onto him easily. His arm is firm and familiar around her waist. 

“Hand me the book, please,” she asks, leaning further into his chest so she can hold it where they can all see. 

“Oh, Amelia Bedelia, your first day of work, and I can’t be here…”

“All he cared about was having her there to make lemon meringue pie. The end.” Chris gradually softens to a whisper and closes the book, letting it sit on her lap. Both girls are sound asleep, and she looks back at Street who’s looking at her like she hung the moon. “I think they’re out for the night.”

“They were out for the night twenty pages ago,” he whispers with a wink. They slip off the bed and readjust the covers, and kiss heads as they go. She pads to the backpack to pull out Jenna’s schedule and he clicks the lamp off, leaving the room dark save the nightlight offering a dim glow. 

“Goodnight, see you in the morning,” they whisper, and pull the door shut quietly. 

Immediately, they both relax. Chris grins and the paper crinkles in her hands. 

“Three hours down,” she says as she starts to fold the blankets and he goes back to the bowl. It’s barely past eight thirty when they end up back on the couch, no space between them. 

“Well, we made it through the first couple hours.” Street says. “You’re really good at this.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she teases as he winks at her, but she welcomes his arm around her shoulders. 

“It’s not flattery, you really are. Solving the great bedtime story fiasco—for a second I thought we were going to have to ‘good cop, bad cop’ the whole thing.” 

“Four cousins, remember? I’ve got lots of tricks for keeping the peace when I need to.”

“Sure,” he plants a kiss on her hairline. “What does the schedule say?” 

Remembering that she grabbed it, she picks it up from the coffee table and gives it a quick scan.

“They should be up by eight. Usually, a nap about an hour after lunch, for no more than ninety minutes or they won’t sleep. Bath time at night, limited screen time thereafter. And we’re apparently opposed to eating mushrooms, grapefruit, and peas.” 

“Nothing about dino nuggets, I see.” 

Swatting lightly at his chest, she shakes a blanket over them to settle into a cooking show. 

“I guess you’re in luck.” 

-x-

They end up with masarepa in their hair and all over the kitchen, but the arepas are a smashing success. 

“Great job!” Street encourages, as tiny hands mix up the dough in two brightly covered bowls. His own are chopping up green onions and tomatoes as Chris whisks eggs. 

“All done!” Maisie announces proudly. Taking a look, Chris approves and sets down the eggs to cover each bowl with a towel. 

“It looks perfect,” she grins. “Go to the sink—I’ll help you both wash your hands.” 

It’s easiest to just hoist them onto her hip and let them lean over to the water. She looks at their palms and underneath their nails to make sure it’s all clean before setting each girl down and grabbing the dish towel off the stove to help them dry. 

“I’m a big girl, Aunt Chrissy,” Skylar says, reaching for the towel. “I can do it!” 

Street freezes. His smile widens beyond himself as he turns over his shoulder to survey the scene and sees Chris relenting. Her eyes are soft, shoulders relaxed as she keeps a watchful eye as if she doesn’t believe Skylar will get completely dry, and her laugh is a melody when Skylar hands the towel back. Packing it next to his heart, he goes back to the veggies. 

“What are you doing, Uncle Street?” Skylar asks, looking up at him with eyes like dinner plates. 

“I’m cutting veggies,” he says. “Tomatoes and onions for the eggs. Have you ever helped your parents cut veggies?”

Her face screws up as she thinks on it, until Maisie chimes in. 

“Not veggies, but we help cut our fruit in the morning.”

“Fruit’s just as good! So we all know how to be safe around knives?” 

“No running! And, um, be extra careful.” Skylar starts. 

“And keep your fingers tucked in.” Maisie adds. 

“Look at that; you guys will be running your own kitchen in no time. Won’t they Chris?”

“I think Isabella would be lucky to have you,” Chris winks at them. “But first, it’s time to shape the dough and cook them, are we ready?” 

“Yes!” Both girls exclaim. They eagerly climb back onto the small step stools so they can reach the counter, and Chris sprinkles even more flour onto the counter to flip the two dough balls onto it. 

“Get the cast iron, please, Street? On medium.”

He does, and gets back to the cutting board only to find two mountains of cut vegetables with nothing more that needs chopping. He asks Maisie for half her dough, watching Chris’s expert hands just as intently and following along. 

“Now,” she says, once all the dough is ready to go. “Normally, they’re cooked flat, but Aunt Helena—“

“Great Aunt Helena,” Maisie corrects her.

“Your Great Aunt Helena, my Aunt Helena,” Chris laughs. Her hand ghosts over the pan to feel the heat radiating off it. Butterflies twirl in her stomach. It’s not that she’s never cooked with her nieces and nephews, but never with them and Street. She’d be lying if she said her heart wasn’t close to maximum capacity for how much she loves him when she sees, yet again, how he loves her so completely. 

“Either way, she taught me this trick. After the first side is cooked,” she flips the arepas over to reveal golden brown perfection, and reaches for the cheese, “we add a little more fresh cheese and then fold them. They’re extra delicious for breakfast that way.” 

Mystified eyes stare back at her before both Maisie and Skylar beg to try. 

“Okay! One at a time, grab the cheese. Perfect, now the spatula. And—flip! They look awesome.” 

“They sure do.” Street says. Realizing his voice is behind her, Chris spins to meet his gaze. Her future is in his eyes, and she understands that he’s not talking about the food. 

-x-

Breakfast eaten and kitchen as clean as it’s going to get, they go for a walk and count all the blue cars they see. It’s a nice feeling, each of them noticing others looking at them at different times, like they’re a family. 

They already are, they long have been, but it’s hard not to imagine all that could be. 

“Those drawings are going right on our fridge,” Street grins. Sheets of paper and markers are strewn about the dining room table, and he snags two magnets to hang up a rendition of the dog they saw on their walk, and of flowers. 

“Okay,” Chris says from the stove. “Markers up, please.”

She turns to the table with plates in hand with equal parts Dino nuggets, carrots, and ranch. The pictures catch her attention and she makes a note to buy more magnets. 

Once the markers are away, she sets down both plates before grabbing napkins and their drinks. Street does the same, unable to hide his smirk from Chris as they eat. 

“I always wanted ‘em, you know,” he admits, after the girls are down for a nap. “The Dino nuggets.” 

He doesn’t need to say more for her to understand completely, and she leans over from the bookshelf she’s rearranging to kiss him. 

“Maybe we can make it a tradition then, assuming the girls stay with us again. My Uncle Wiso would always sneak me extra chocolate to take home whenever I stayed; it could be your thing with them.”

“Oh, I get a thing now?” He teases. She side eyes him hard enough to kill, if she wanted, and sets the book she knows he’s been waiting to read on the end table. 

“I was planning on you sticking around, so yeah.” 

-x-

It’s always been hard for Street to imagine himself as a father. Even as he’s babysat the Kay kids or gotten to know Chris’s hoard of nieces and nephews, the shoes of parenthood are ones he doesn’t feel like he’s ever truly seen, let alone been able to conceptualize on himself. More than that, it’s hard to imagine having girls. 

So after Chris calls him to the couch after bath time is finished and Inside Out has been started, he feels more out of his depth than he has this entire time. She’s on the couch, both Maisie and Skylar sitting cross-legged on the floor with a bowl of popcorn between them.

“Braid time,” Chris says with a wide, knowing grin. His face falls, though he recovers quickly under the intense and excited gaze of the girls. His eyes flick to the pantry, wondering if he can work his way back to popcorn duty instead, but she shakes her head the second his mouth opens. 

“I’ll teach you. If we ever have a girl, I’m not dealing with knotty hair.” 

“You want to have a daughter?” Maisie asks, before Street can even process the jumble of feelings that explode in his gut. Like it’s the easiest thing in the world, Chris looks down at her and offers a small shrug. 

“I’m not sure. But it’s nice to think about all the different kinds of the future that are out there. And to know there’s plenty of time to decide. Right now, however, do you want one braid, or two? Street?”

His name knocks him back to reality and he sheepishly sits next to Chris. Skylar’s hair is damp, but brushed, and he sets a hand on her shoulder. 

“What about you, kiddo? One braid or two?”

Please, he tries to tell her telepathically, please say one. 

“One!”

He breathes a sigh of relief. Chris laughs. 

“I’ll do one, also, Aunt Chrissy.” 

“You got it, poquito. You ready, Street?”

“As I’ll ever be.” 

It’s not bad, once he gets the hang of it. He has to restart twice, and Chris constantly monitors the size of hair pieces he’s adding into the braid to make sure it’s even. Still, that ball of yarn starts unraveling inside of him when it sinks in how this is one of those possible futures she was talking about. It feels good, fresh. Not as horrifying as he always imagined it would be to be responsible for another life. 

Terrifying, sure, but he’s well-acquainted with the differences between the two. Terrifying is good in its own way, especially when it’s with Chris. 

“Lookin’ good,” Chris gives him a megawatt smile. “Now that you’re at the end, you just grab a hair tie and wrap it around until it’s tight.” 

Her expert hands finish quicker than his fumbling ones, but he sits back and has to admire his work. 

“Okay, shake test!” Chris instructs, laughing when both girls shake their heads as hard as they can to make sure the braids don’t budge. Satisfied, they pile back onto the couch, and press play. 

They get halfway through the movie when a weight slumps into Street’s shoulder. A glance shows him Skylar asleep against the arm of the couch, Maisie asleep on Chris, and Chris drifting off against him. It’s too precious a moment not to let linger. He does until Chris yawns and stretches as much as she can, coming back to life. 

“Was I asleep long?”

“Just a few minutes. You want to get the girls into bed?” 

“Yeah,” Chris nods through another yawn. “Think Jenna will kill me if I don’t wake them up to brush their teeth?”

“She’ll have to get through us both.” 

“Works for me. I got Skye.” 

She sits up so he can take Maisie first, and then she gingerly does the same to keep the couch from shifting too much. They make sure their stuffed animals are within arm's reach and the nightlight is on before going back to their room and changing into pajamas. 

“What if we don’t brush our teeth?” She asks. He chuckles, squeezes her hand.

“I won’t tell, but I do think we’re supposed to be setting some kind of example.”

“I hate when you’re right,” she whines, but follows him. After rinsing, another glass of cold water helps wake her up enough to face Street once they’re in the comfort of their bed, to have the conversation she knows is on both of their minds. 

“Kids,” she broaches, unsure of how else to enter it. 

“A daughter,” he specifies. When she tries to bury her blushing face in the pillow, he stops her by cradling her jaw, softening himself. “I’m kidding. But this weekend has been incredible. I’ve loved every second of it.”

“But if we have our own, it won’t be like this all the time.”

“I know. But before yesterday, I couldn’t even picture myself with a child. I never did. Now I can, as long as it’s with you.”

That lands between them like an anchor. 

“What about you?” He eventually whispers, desperate to know where her head is. 

“I agree,” she says, small. “It always felt weird to picture myself as a mom—not that I didn’t, it just never seemed to fit. Now, I’m less sure of that.”

“Yeah,” he grins, and even in the dark she can make out his dimples.

“I don’t want to make any decisions this instant,” she adds. “But it’s worth whatever work it’ll be to come to our decision.” 

He answers her with a sweet, slow kiss. Her hand slips to his shoulder to hold him tighter and press herself closer. Mutual understanding fills their irises once they part, stitches beginning to sew up parts of them both had resigned to staying undone.

“We can talk more tomorrow. I love you.”

“Love you, too, babe.”

-x-

Chris is surprised she’s awake before the girls, and even more surprised that she’s awake before Street. But something pulls her from her slumber just after five, and she follows it to the coffee pot. Warm mug in hand, she savors a sip as she watches the sun start to break through the trees in the distance. A peace comes over her when she thinks about Street down the hall and the girls in the guest room. 

It’s easy to envision turning the guest room into a nursery, and her next sip of coffee is sweeter. The fear that she would be as bad of a mother as her mom is undeniably wavering. 

“Aunt Chrissy?”

Skylar’s small, groggy voice floats into her ears. She finishes the coffee and sets down the mug before turning around, smiling. 

“What’s up, Sweetheart?” 

“I woke up. I can’t sleep.”

Frowning, Chris kneels in front of her and takes stock to make sure everything’s okay. Nothing looks off, aside from some stray hairs springing loose from Street’s braid. 

“Did you have a bad dream?” 

Tears rush to Skylar’s eyes, and she averts her gaze to the ground as her shoulders shake. A pang of agony runs through Chris’s chest, but she’s acting before she can give it the time of day. Wet soaks into her shoulder as she gathers Skylar to her, petting her hair and promising that it’s okay. 

“I’m right here, Skye. You’re safe. Everything’s okay.” 

“There was a monster.” She whimpers and clings to Chris tighter. 

“Oh, that must’ve been scary. But the monster can’t get you, not as long as I’m around. I promise.” 

“Maisie?” 

Carefully, Chris picks Skylar up—adjusting her so she’s on her dry shoulder—and pads down the hallway. The bedroom door is cracked open, and Maisie is fast asleep inside. She presses a kiss to Skylar’s forehead. 

“Maisie’s okay, too. I even bet she’ll be up soon.” Chris gently closes the door and smiles at Skylar, heading back down the hall. A fuzzy memory dawns on her from her own childhood: one of the rare moments her mom helped. “You know what always helps me after a bad dream? Singing.”

“Mommy and daddy sing a lot,” Skylar whispers with a tired nod. “Will you sing?” 

After readjusting Skylar on her hip, and with the soft living room rug underneath her feet, Chris begins to hum. Somewhere in the back of her mind, an old Carpenters’ song in her mother’s fluttering voice emerges, and she lets out a shaky breath of her own to keep her tears at bay before she sings. The verses turn into the chorus as she paces in lines and circles, keeping a hand on Skylar’s head where it rests on her shoulder. 

She doesn’t realize when Skylar falls back asleep, but feels her soft, even breathing as she tapers her voice back to silence at the end of the song. Her own heart feels fortified, lips pulling into a smile, and she breathes in the scene around her. Golden sunlight is beginning to bathe the entirety of the apartment. It catches Street’s cheekbones and makes his eyes sparkle when she turns to the hallway and sees him leaning against the wall, watching her. 

“Hey,” Chris whispers, crossing the short distance to kiss him. “How long have you been awake?” 

“Long enough,” he smiles. “She okay?

“Yeah. Bad dream, but I think she’ll be alright.” 

“I’m sure she will be. That song really calmed her; what was it?” 

“Close to You. My mom sang it to me; I always called it ‘why do birds,’ though.” 

“I can see why,” he kisses her again, trying to take some of the weight off her chest. “You want another cup of coffee?” 

“Yeah,” Chris nods, a small yawn of her own escaping. “Let me put her back down; hopefully they’ll sleep for another hour or two.”

Street follows her until she disappears into the guest room, her singing echoing in his head. 

-x-

“Alright, you two,” he says after lunch, tickling their shoulders until they squirm. “Your mom and dad should be here in a few hours, so we have time for one more movie. I’ve got Matilda or Howl’s Moving Castle. What do we think?” 

For once, it’s a unanimous decision—even Chris’s voice chimes in from the bedroom. 

“Howl’s Moving Castle!” 

She joins them a few minutes later, their bags packed and the guest room laundry in the wash. But there are still coloring books and a box of colored pencils on the floor, and she grabs one as she sits cross-legged on the ground. 

“That’s beautiful,” she leans over and whispers to Maisie, pointing at the waves and palm trees she’s coloring. Then, she cranes her neck back to look at Street. “What are you coloring?”

He reveals a bright red car with purple flames on the sides, and she smirks. 

“I should’ve guessed. I like it.” 

“What about you?” He counters, leaning over Skylar’s shoulder to peer at the book in Chris’s hands. She flicks through it and lands on two turtles swimming. The book cracks as she flattens down the spine and digs through the pencils to find a green. With the soft music and snappy dialogue of the movie—lines they all find themselves mouthing along to at one point or another—the end of the morning fades into mid-afternoon. 

They all jump at the door opening, and Skylar and Maisie jump up when they see their parents come in. They make a tornado as they run to Jenna and Taylor, and Chris and Street share a look as they gather the scattered pencils and straighten the papers to tuck back into the girls’ backpacks. 

“I hope they weren’t too much trouble,” Jenna smiles as she kneels next to Chris and Street to help. Sharing a look, both shake their heads, the words coming out at the same time. 

“They were great.” 

“They were wonderful, as usual.” 

“Well,” Jenna huffs a laugh. “I’m glad to hear that. They’re already talking Tay’s ear off about how much fun they had.” 

Standing, Street pulls Chris in to press a kiss to her temple. They’re only broken apart when Skylar and Maisie rush them, huge grins on their faces, and squeeze them as tight as they can. 

“Thank you for letting us stay, Aunt Chrissy and Uncle Street!” 

“It was so much fun. Mom, can we stay again?” 

Jenna throws a look to Chris, who glances at Street and then shrugs. She picks Skylar up to kiss her cheek, and then does the same with Maisie. 

“You’re welcome any time you want,” Street tells them, warming at how they manage to brighten up even more. Kneeling down, he pulls them into another hug to whisper, “I’ll have more dino nuggets waiting.” 

They squeal, practically having to be pulled off as Jenna and Taylor sling their bags over their shoulders and make sure their shoes are tied tightly. 

“Thank you again,” Jenna says, hugging them both while Taylor gathers the girls into the car. “You guys are great at this.” 

“Mm,” Chris hums skeptically, and then softens with a smile. “You’re welcome.”

“Really, any time. Just give us a call.” Street offers. 

“You might regret that,” Jenna laughs. “Love you.” 

“Love you, too!” 

And with that, silence falls in their apartment. Chris turns in Street’s arm and buries her face in his neck. He rocks them both slightly, feels her muscles relax and holds her tighter. She’s not sure how long they stand there, content to stay in their bubble of peace forever, when her stomach lets out a low grumble. He chuckles and pats her back. 

“I think we might need something a little more substantial than the nuggets. What do you say?” 

“Burritos?”

-x-

Two burritos and one nap later, they wind up on the porch with glasses of red wine as the sun is going down. 

“I think it might be nice, one day.” Chris says, Street turning away from the clouds to look at her. “Maybe in a year or two.” 

He takes her hand and squeezes it, and runs his thumb over her knuckles like he has a million times before. All the nerves that have built up around the topic since yesterday continue to fade until they feel like stardust. 

“I worry about our jobs, though. And so many other things.” 

“Hey,” he stops the train before it gets off the tracks. His smile is soft, certainty in his hazel eyes that never fails to calm her down. “I’m scared, too. But a lot can change in a year, let alone two. And everything else, we’ll figure out. We did with us, right?” 

“Look how long that took,” Chris murmurs. He raises his eyebrows, and she sighs and squeezes his hand back. “I know.” 

“So do I. And I know how our test run went pretty well. And I know that I love you more than the world. So, really, what could go wrong?” 

That manages to make her laugh. Their lips close the small gap between them, a long, melting kiss followed by a peck before they part. 

“I’ve always loved the name Cecilia.” Chris whispers, sipping her wine. He kisses her knuckles and looks at her profile long enough to have every inch of her memorized. She has a smile playing at her lips, and he knows that their future is becoming clearer for each of them with every passing second. 

“Cecilia,” he turns the name on his tongue and finds it sweet and familiar. “Do I get to pick the middle name, then?” 

“Sure. That sounds like a plan.” 

“Cecilia,” he repeats, and she clocks every inflection in his tone. “Cecilia.” 

-x-

Two years later. 

There’s a crowd in the waiting room that seems to be all of Los Angeles, and it’s been there for hours. They go through too many styrofoam cups of coffee to count, legs bouncing as they wait for any news. Finally, long after the sun has set, Street emerges in a clean set of light blue scrubs, the ghost of tears evident on his face. 

“We’ve got a healthy Chris, and a healthy baby girl.” 

Cheers erupt—though they quickly quiet with a look from the nurse—as everyone comes in to hug Street. He’s not sure how many shoulders he makes wet, but when he pulls back, the team and her family all have matching tears in their eyes. Tan claps him on the shoulder to shake loose the rest of his emotions so he can speak. Clearing his throat, he does. 

“She says thank you all for coming. She’d love to see Helena and Sarzo, and the team.” 

He doesn’t leave room for argument and, luckily, no one objects. As her family files out, Jenna stops and hugs him again, rubbing his back when she steps away.

“Congratulations. If you guys need anything, shoot me a text.”

“We will, Jenna, thank you. Give the girls our love.”

“I will,” she promises, “although I think they know full well by now.”

The laugh feels wonderful in his chest and he lets it fizzle out completely before facing the remaining group. 

“Follow me,” he whispers, and jerks his head in the direction of her room. He knocks on the door twice, cracking it open to slip inside and make sure she’s alright. With her affirmation, he opens it the rest of the way.

A small, blanket-wrapped bundle sits in her arms. Her head is cradled in the crook of Chris’s elbow, and she barely flits her gaze to everyone for a second before looking back down. 

“You guys can come closer,” she finally says, once it’s clear that none of the men are going to break formation until she lets them, and her Aunt and Uncle are stuck behind them. Like a dam breaking, they all come to surround her and Street at her beside. 

“Oh, Sweetheart, we’re so proud of you.” Helena and Sarzo say, beaming. Chris hands the baby to Street so she can hug them both, relishing in the love of the people who raised her. Looking over their shoulders, she sees Street showing the team the baby, and a rush goes through her. It feels right. 

“We’re so glad it all went well,” Deacon kisses her head. “Annie’s got you all stocked up, but call if you need anything.” 

“That goes for all of us,” Hondo adds. Both him and Tan step up to squeeze her hands. Noticing, Luca hands the baby back to Street to offer his own congratulations, and then group parts like the sea to let Street through. 

He hands her their baby and then fixes her blankets before perching behind her, his arms sliding perfectly underneath hers. 

“So,” Helena says, an excited smile on her face that Chris and Street narrow their eyes at. Tan fills in the gap.

“What’s her name?” 

Tears shine in Chris’s eyes as she glances down one more time.

“Cecilia.” 

And then back at Street, his voice in her ear full of wonder. 

“Cecilia May.” 

-x-

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Family Matters- Part 2

This is the follow up to my first Jim Street imagine, thank you all for the amazing feedback on the first part. I hope you will all enjoy this next one.

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Part 1

Summary: When Jim's mum is out on parole and comes to live with him and (Y/n), she does whatever she can to hurt (Y/n) and come between them. And it puts (Y/n) and her unborn baby at risk.

Enjoy.

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Jim bound (Y/n)'s hand in between his, tangling their fingers together as he brought their entwined hands up to press against his mouth. His lips smothered her fingers and his hot, shallow breaths fanned against her skin.

Both knees started to bounce up and down, jostling his elbows that were digging deep into his thighs that were aching and turning numb.

Every swerve of the ambulance had Jim knocking shoulders with Chris or banging his back against the wall, but he paid it no mind. His focus was entirely on his wife.

He couldn't look away from her. His eyes travelled up and down her frame hundreds and hundreds of times, unsure where to look or what to do with himself other than hold her hand to prove to her that he was here. She had been unconscious when he and the team got to her, (Y/n) didn't know Jim was here with her or that he was watching over her. He didn't want to let go of her hand, he wanted to try and comfort her in any way he could.

He could feel Chris gliding her hand up and down his back every now and then, trying to console him and give him some sort of comfort.

"S-she's moving." Jim lifted his head to look at the paramedic sat on his left at the top of the gurney.

Panic and anticipation flooded Jim's veins and he sat up a bit straighter as adrenaline pooled in his stomach. Since (Y/n)'s fall, she hadn't moved an inch or made a sound, she had been fully unconscious when even the paramedics arrived and tried to rouse her.

But Jim was sure he could feel her fingers twitching in his hand and trying to grip him.

He sat forward, brushing his knees against the side of the gurney while he moved one hand to cup the side of (Y/n)'s jaw. He tried not to nudge or move the oxygen mask strapped over her mouth and nose and his jaw dropped, letting out a breathless sound when (Y/n) lifted her other arm.

Her hand was shaking and her arm was floppy, but her fingers brushed against his arm before she dropped her arm down on her chest, too groggy and out of it to properly move about yet.

"J-Jimmy," (Y/n)'s voice was croaky and her breaths turned into wheezes but she managed to squeeze his hand to try and check that it was him.

"It's me, I'm here baby." He brushed his thumb across the side of her cheek and leaned over until he could peck her temple. Her skin was burning against his wet lips and it made him shiver.

He watched her eyelids flutter, but she could barely open them before they squeezed shut and a grumble gurgled at the back of her throat. Her hand moved again and Jim bit the corner of his lip when (Y/n) tried to move the oxygen mask. He gently squeezed her fingers and moved the mask so it was back covering her nose again.

"You need that on, baby. We're nearly at the hospital."

"We're here now." Chris reached out and gently rubbed her hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm when she felt the ambulance pull up to a stop.

Jim kept tight hold of (Y/n)'s hand while the medics moved the gurney, but he was surprised when they stepped down to find the rest of the team just pulling up.

Deacon was just pulling up in the closest space he could find, Luca riding shotgun with him. And Hondo was already up and out of his car. Shivers ran up and down Jim's spine and he felt his blood run cold when he looked at who climbed out of Hondo's car next.

Karen.

They had brought her. Of course they did, they didn't want to leave her at the house and risk her taking off because they all knew what she had done. Hondo couldn't let her out of his sight. They needed to find out exactly what happened and they would have to call Karen's support officer and then call the police after this. If Karen tried to run off, they would have to issue out a warrent for her arrest and that would be much more effort than it was worth.

Still, Jim didn't want her here. He wanted his mother as far away from his wife as possible. She had caused this. She had hurt his wife and unborn daughter, she could have caused an unknown amount of damage today and just looking at his mother was reducing him to angered tremors.

One of the medics patted Jim's shoulder and uttered a soft "This way," which brought him back to reality.

He nodded, watching Chris stay as close to the gurney as she could, following them all inside through the medic's entrance into the emergency room. They followed down the corridor and into the assessment unit where a doctor was stood, ushering them into a vacant cubicle.

Jim's hand felt cold and lifeless when he had to let go of (Y/n). He bound both hands together behind his head, sticking his elbows out at the sides to try and encourage his chest to take deeper breaths and allow enough oxygen around his body.

His eyes followed the medics, leaning over them to watch carefully as they transferred (Y/n) from the gurney onto the bed. But she was writhing around, moving her hands like she was trying to hit them away weakly and as soon as they removed the oxygen mask she took a deep breath like she had been drowning.

"Jim…"

"I'm still here, hey I'm here." He weaved around the medics to reach out for (Y/n) when her hand wavered at her side, desperately trying to find him. When she muttered something, he crouched down beside the bed, pecking her cheek as he did so. "What did you say?" He murmured softly, brushing his free hand through her hair.

(Y/n) managed to open her eyes, but they instantly rolled to the back of her head and she coiled both arms to her stomach, pulling Jim's hand with her.

"F-feel sick."

"Here." Chris handed a cardboard sick bowl out to Jim while the doctor and nurse who entered the room both moved to stand behind (Y/n). They carefully eased her onto her right side and helped her flop her head forward just in time to throw up.

Jim bit down on his lower lip and closed his eyes, trying to ward off his own sickness when he heard the paramedics informing the doctor of the situation. He heard "Fetal heartbeat was low," and his stomach clenched, threatening to throw up his lunch or make him pass out.

That was his daughter they were talking about. He didn't want to think about the possibility of losing his baby girl, not now.

"Let's get you more comfortable, (Y/n), and we can do an ultrasound."

Jim pushed up to his feet again and regrettably let go of (Y/n)'s hand so the nurse and doctor could move her. They eased her onto her back and tilted the bed up at an angle to get her sitting upright in case she was going to be sick again.

It took a few minutes to get the monitoring stickers on her chest to check her own heartbeat and the oxygen clip on her finger. Once she was sorted and the ultrasound was ready, Jim moved back to stand beside the bed while Chris headed out into the hall. She didn't want to intrude and she needed to find the rest of the team and sit with them. It would be better to let the couple have a few moments to themselves and do this alone.

"How far along are you, roughly?" The doctor looked across at Jim while she set up the sonogram and gently rolled (Y/n)'s shirt so it was tucked beneath her bra.

"Twenty-six weeks." Jim's voice came out oddly quiet and he swallowed harshly, trying to gather his senses and keep some sort of control.

His right hand clamped down around (Y/n)'s hand which he brought up to press into his chest while his left arm bound tight around his torso like he was trying to give himself a reassuring hug. His weight shifted from foot to foot butw1 the moment the sonogram pressed down on (Y/n)'s stomach, Jim wanted to be sick.

What if there was no heartbeat? What if there was something wrong with their little girl? What if they needed an emergency C-section? Their baby would need too be in the neonatal unit in intensive care, she could have any number of problems or she might not make it if she had to be born now.

Both his eyes closed and he tilted his chin down into his chest, leaning from one side to the other as he started to hum the seconds away.

"Heartbeat is still low," The doctor's voice was oddly quiet, but her words sent jolts running through Jim's heart.

There was still a heartbeat. His daughter still had a chance.

"The placenta has moved down which isn't good, but there's still good blood supply in the cord and to the baby. We can work with that and get something to even out baby's heartbeat."

That was good. The baby herself hadn't moved down, she hadn't twisted into an awkward position or moved down to indicate that (Y/n) might go into labour. The blood supply was still in tact and keeping her alive. An abruption was okay, they could deal with that and work with this to try and make sure (Y/n) and the baby were both okay over the next few weeks.

"We can give (Y/n) something now, and then I'd like to send her up for an MRI, check for any swelling or bleeding."

Jim didn't like the sound of that. What if there was anything wrong? Would (Y/n) need surgery? Would that put their daughter in more danger? Were they both going to be okay?

***

"What have I done?" Tears rolled down Jim's face while his hands clasped together in his lap between his thighs.

He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, biting down harsh enough to feel droplets of blood sizzling on his tongue, causing a curdling taste in his mouth.

He felt a hand slowly rub across his back and he lowered his head down to hang near his thighs. Both eyes snapped tightly closed and he tried to take deep breaths, but his body was being reduced to shakes and he didn't know what to do with himself. He was never very good at waiting.

Jim didn't know what to do with himself when he didn't have a task at hand, he liked to be busy. Being useless like this made Jim restless and he began counting the seconds ticking by on the clock.

"Street, you couldn't have known-"

"She told me." His head snapped up and he looked across at Deacon who pursed his lips and stayed quiet. "She- she told me she didn't feel safe and I… I tried to wish it away. I fucked it all up. I let her stay."

He tried to pray. He prayed that this was all just tension between his wife and mother and that the dust would soon settle. He prayed that he could find a flat nearby for his mum and that once she moved in, everything would be better. He wanted to have his mum nearby and get back the relationship that had been ruined when she went to prison.

Jim wanted his mum in his life, but all she had done was wreck every chance he had. She embroiled him into the plot to kill his father and tried to get him to lie for her. She guilt tripped him every time she was in prison and she did something wrong. She made him feel so guilty when she was being released and he tried to get her to find a flat of her own.

He let her bustle her way into their lives and he didn't put his foot down or take his wife seriously. And now that had endangered his wife and their little girl. His family.

"You tried to do right by your mum, Street. Any of us would have done that." Hondo leaned forward, but Jim wouldn't meet his gaze.

They all understood Jim's want and need to have his mum close, to try and patch up their relationship. He wanted to help her get her life back together and he wanted to maintain the little family he still had. They all thought it was very loving of Jim to let his mum into his home and try to help her get a job and find her a flat of her own. He did everything he could for his mum, it was Karen who was in the wrong.

"But I- all the things she did, I didn't believe them."

"W-what things?" Luca tilted his head to one side and looked over at Jim with a perplexed look.

"She hid things. (Y/n) said," Jim tilted his head back and tried to sit up straight to gather his thoughts. "She said things went missing, the baby stuff (Y/n) bought, her work notes… her old blanket, it- it was cut up and frayed, (Y/n) was so upset."

"She hid the baby clothes?"

Jim's eyes darted around the waiting room for what felt like the hundredth time, but he already knew his mum wasn't sat here with them. She was in the corridor. She wasn't straying far because she wanted to talk to Jim and she was waiting around until he found the will power to face her and talk about what she'd done.

"Only the ones (Y/n) bought." Jim could see it all making sense now. He could see everything clearly now he was taking a step back and looking from a new angle.

All the clothes and the bibs and the toys (Y/n) had accumilated, they were all missing. Jim could see that, he had seen all the clothes the team donated were still in the drawers or folded neatly in the nursery. He had seen how crushed (Y/n) had been and how she overworked herself when she found her notebook in the bin.

And Jim knew, he knew deep down that his mum must have cut up (Y/n)'s blanket. Because trapping it in a drawer might fray it, but it wouldn't cut the wool so precisely or unravel over half the blanket which had been an old keepsake they wanted to hand down to their daughter.

Jim should have listened then. He should have listened to his wife and done right by her. She wouldn't be hurt and in turmoil now along with their daughter if Jim had done something about his mum sooner.

"The important thing now is that we got there in time. For (Y/n). We were lucky." Chris was right. They had turned up at the right time. A few seconds earlier might have been preferred, but they had gotten there in time to help (Y/n) and get her to the hospital.

Any later and Karen could have done something. She could have moved (Y/n) to try and make it seem like a fall, she could have hurt (Y/n) further by trying to move her and disguise what happened. Waiting could have caused (Y/n) to have internal bleeding or any number of problems with the baby. They could have lost the baby if the team got there any later.

"Mr Street?"

Jim startled up from his chair so fast it scraped back against the wall and he lost his footing.

His sweating palms ran up and down his thighs as he weaved through the team to reach the doctor he had spoken to earlier. The staff had been kind enough to let the team stay in this waiting room right between the MRI unit and the X-ray ward. They had waited little over half an hour for (Y/n) to have a scan and they were hoping she wouldn't have to go for a CT scan or they would have to wait even longer.

But none of the team were about to leave. Cortez had given them the all clear to stay with Jim and make sure he and (Y/n) were alright. She had put Mumford's team on standby so if any emergency came in, they would be called instead of Hondo's team.

"Is she okay?" His hands moved round to tuck into his back pockets while he jutted one knee forward and levelled his weight on his back foot. He wasn't sure he was ready for the answers.

"No bleeding or swelling on the brain, the scan was clear."

"Oh, thank you."

"We've admitted your wife onto a ward for observation, we can't release her until her BP settles and the baby's heartbeat evens out."

Jim had such a horrid feeling that (Y/n) would have had swelling on or around her brain and would of needed surgery to relieve the pressure. Or he had imaginings of her having a mass bleed somewhere in her body that they would have to operate to sort out.

"Will the baby be okay?" Telling Jim that there was a heartbeat was all well and good, but no one had said if there would be any further complications or problems they would have to overcome.

"Your wife will need to be on bed rest and weekly check ups, but as long as the placenta doesn't move any further and she loses no fluids, we expect her to be okay. And we will have a plan in place, as she is more susceptible to premature labour now. If you'd like to follow me, she's asking for you."

That was good. Early labour was something they could deal with and prepare for in case it happened. And bed rest was something Jim would make sure to enforce and he knew the team would be more than happy to keep an eye on (Y/n) and come round to check on her when they could. They would all make sure she took things easy and didn't overdo anything.

He turned to look over his shoulder and nodded at the team who all beamed smiles back at him. They could see the relief in his eyes and that meant good news.

Jim followed the doctor down the corridor with the team trailing behind him until he headed into the room. The team filled up the next waiting room, they would hang around and go to see (Y/n) afterwards if she was up to a few more visitors. But they knew Jim needed a few minutes alone with her first.

Tears welled up in his eyes when he sped into the room and shut the door behind him.

(Y/n) looked a bit better, she was more lively at least. Part of Jim had expected her to be groggy or unconscious.

But there she was, sitting up in the middle of the bed, changed into a hospital gown. He could see her feet tapping against the mattress and her hands were scratching up and down the cover, but the moment she locked her eyes on him, tears were falling down her cheeks.

Her arms stretched out in his direction until Jim swerved round the bed and slumped down beside her thigh. His arms bound around her waist, trying to be careful but he couldn't help how tightly he squeezed (Y/n) into his chest. His hands splayed out on her back and his face nuzzled into her neck causing her to shiver.

(Y/n) looped her shaking arms around Jim's neck and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. She leaned into him as much as she could, shivering again when she felt wet, open-mouthed kisses peppering up and down the side of her neck.

She still felt sick, and all the noise in the MRI had sent her head pounding and made her feel like a boombox. But she felt better than she had when she arrived. She was more lucid now, at least, which was probably due to the morphine they had given her and the fluids that had perked her up. Although (Y/n) still felt weary and when she blinked, her eyes were getting harder and harder to keep open.

"How do you feel, baby?"

"Rough." When Jim pulled back, (Y/n) rested her cheek on his shoulder and loosened her arms from his neck so she could scrunch his shirt up in her hands.

"Baby… do you remember what happened?" He didn't want to ask, but he needed to know if (Y/n) knew what had happened. If she did, then she could tell Jim exactly what had gone on, he might not have to argue with his mother so much. Or he might have to be a lot harsher with her, depending on what his wife told him.

A shudder crept down (Y/n)'s spine and she clutched Jim's shirt tighter while she felt him kiss the top of her head. He was muttering something into her hair, but she couldn't work out what he was saying.

"Y-your mum… she was angry, about the flat hunting. She said it was my fault, I was t-turning you against her."

"Christ." Jim tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling while his arms tightened around (Y/n).

He stayed tense and still, letting (Y/n) shuffle closer and wedge herself between his legs. She cuddled up into his chest while Jim began to glide his hand up and down her arm.

"What did she do?"

"I just remember her screaming a-as she followed me." Everything was jumbled. (Y/n) couldn't see things clearly, but she could hear Karen screeching in her ear and yelling as (Y/n) tried to get away from her. She remembered leaving the nursery she had been tidying, and feeling Karen reaching out for her.

But after that, everything was mushed. She could see Jim hovering over her. She could feel hands all reaching out for her and moving her and taking her out of her home. Loud noises. Sirens. Raised voices. A rocky, tumbling journey. Being sick. Moving from room to room until she finally woke up in the MRI machine and having to be calmed down from a panic attack so the scan could continue.

"Is she okay?" (Y/n) shakily held Jim's wrist and moved his hand from her arm to cup the underside of her stomach. No one had told her properly what was going on with the baby. All the nurse said was that the baby had to be okay for her to be cleared for a scan.

"A bit distressed, but our girl's gonna be just fine. And you need to be on bed rest."

(Y/n) groaned quietly but she felt Jim chuckling into her hair and peppering more kisses against her temple.

"I'm gonna look after you, and my mum's not coming anywhere near you again. Either of you."

***

A sigh built up in the back of Jim's throat when he looked around the waiting room.

She was still here.

Part of him thought his mum would make herself scarce. He thought she would hurry off to avoid confrontation and the argument that was ultimately going to happen sooner or later. But she had stuck around. She clearly thought she could sway the conversation and win him back over. As if.

"You can all go say hi, if you want." He pressed his shoulders back into the wall with one foot against the wall for balance and both arms crossed over his chest.

He managed a smile and nodded at the team when they all jumped to their feet, eager to go and see (Y/n) and ask how she was for themselves. They followed single file into the room, patting Jim's shoulder on their way past. But his mum remained seated, she seemed to understand that the invitation didn't extend to her.

The moment the door shut behind Hondo, Karen was up on her feet. She hurried over to Jim with the saddest smile he had ever seen on her lips and panic bubbling up in her dark eyes.

He noticed the way she was biting down on her lower lip and itching from foot to foot, unsure what to do with herself. When her hands reached out for him and she curled her hands around his arms, he didn't give in like he usually would. He didn't let her unfold his arms and wrap him up in a hug. He stayed tense, pushed back into the wall with a cold, stern expression that had Karen shivering on the spot.

"Are you okay, honey?"

Her words made him laugh inwardly. His shoulders tensed up and his eyes rolled to the back of his head while his lips curved into a sinister smirk. Did he look like he was okay? Did she honestly expect him to be okay after what she'd done today?

"No."

"Well, well they're going to be okay, aren't they?" It was almost as if Karen believed that Jim should snap back to the way he had been before today. That he should smile and pretend everything was okay and ignore the fact that his mum had hurt his family without regret.

"Do you really care?"

"Why would you say that?" Her hands squeezed his arms and it infuriated him even more.

Jim pushed his arms forward so his mum would let go of him and he took a few steps away from the wall that had been propping him up. His hands fell to his hips and he sighed, tilting his head to one side as exhaustion overcame him.

"Because you never made any effort to get along with (Y/n). You made her feel horrible, you hid things and binned her work. And I- I was so, so happy to tell you that we're having a baby. I thought you'd be excited for me, fuck, I thought you'd want this for me, for us."

He had never told anyone how deeply it cut him that his mum hadn't been happy for him. The team had been happier that Jim was going to be a dad than his own mother, and that wounded him.

He wished it was different. Jim wanted to tell his mum and see her cry with happiness. He wanted her to try and be involved, to help with baby names and smile at the nursery and want to be involved with her one and only grandchild. But all he got off her was resentment, fake smiles and uninterested nods when he tried to talk about the baby.

"I am excited for you-"

"No you're not. I could of lost my daughter today, and you haven't shown any fear or sympathy at all."

His shoulders slumped and he couldn't help but shudder when his mum reached out for him. He felt her hands shakily cup his face and it only made his skin crawl and had his throat constricting in panic. He reached his hands up for her wrists and sternly pulled her hands down while he tilted his head out of her touch.

He couldn't stand to hold her. He pushed her hands back towards her chest and took a careful step away from her so she wasn't touching him or within his reach.

"Jimmy, please-" The tears in her eyes looked sincere, but it only made Jim feel worse. She was crying because he had given up on her. She wasn't shedding any tears for (Y/n) or their baby or out of remorse for what she had done today.

"Enough, mum. Okay, I've had enough. The whole team saw what you did today; I saw what you did."

"Oh Jimmy, it was an accident."

Why was she trying to deny it? Didn't she hear him? They had seen it with their own eyes. They had seen Karen leaning over the top of the stairs, they heard the banshee scream (Y/n) let out, and they saw her fall. They could put two and two together and come up with four. It was clear what Karen had done and Jim wasn't letting this happen again.

"That wasn't an accident. You hurt her, you hurt my family, how am I supposed to trust you after this?" There was nothing she could say or do that would change his mind. He couldn't trust her anymore and therefore he didn't want to be around her or be involved with her in any way, not after this.

The way Karen clasped her hands together in front of her mouth to smother her cries made Jim's heart clench. But it was nothing compared to the way his heart tore itself apart at the thought of losing his daughter or seeing his wife in agony.

He reached a hand up to tangle through his hair, taking another step back when Karen tried to move closer.

"(Y/n) told me what you did and I didn't believe her when I should of. And now- fuck, mum I could of lost my daughter today, do you get that? She'll probably be premature now or have complications, and that's your fault. You did this."

He almost lost someone so special to him, and she wasn't even born yet. His mum had taken his father from him. She always told Jim how bad his father was and that he deserved what happened, but she never really let Jim decide that for himself. She embroiled him into his father's death. And now she had almost taken his daughter away from him because she was jealous and spiteful.

There was no doubt that this was likely to cause complications for (Y/n) for the remainder of the pregnancy. They probably wouldn't reach full term now either. His mum had caused so many problems with one little decision to hurt (Y/n). Jim wasn't sure he could ever forgive her for that.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you can't stay with us anymore. I don't want you in my life." He could see his words acted as a knife plunging straight through his mum's chest into her heart.

Her hands pressed against her chest as if she truly believed she had been impaled by his words and a choked sound left her lips which had Jim shivering and stepping back towards the door. He could see the floodgates opening, tears drenching her face as she tried to gain back the ability to breathe, but she didn't know how.

Her shoulder coiled inwards and she stooped forward with ragged breaths and her elbows pinning into her waist. He didn't want her in his life. He wanted to cut her out like a disease because that was what she was doing to him. She was taking and taking and draining Jim to the point he was going to have nothing left if she carried on.

"Jimmy w-what am I meant to do?" How was she supposed to carry on without him in her life? He was the reason she had pushed to get through eighteen years in prison. He kept her going. He was her reason for staying on track and making sure she got herself released on time. She was what he was living for, she didn't know what to do without him.

"Everything okay out here?" Hondo peered his head round the door and took a few cautious steps out into the corridor with Deacon following behind him. Leaving Luca and Chris to entertain (Y/n) since the pair of them were happily running her through one of their recent cases at work.

"Yeah-"

"No, no you can't do this to me Jimmy! She's twisted your head." Karen's hands desperately clawed at his chest, scrunching his shirt in her viper grip to try and get him to listen to her. "I went to prison for you- I saved us both! Everything I've done has been for you, I need you."

His fingers deadlocked around her wrists, clenching so tightly her fingers spasmed and the blood supply was cut off to her fingers.

"For me? You screwed up both our lives, and you're blaming me? You killed him, that was never my fault and maybe you did do that for me, I'll never be sure. But I'm cutting you out my life for my daughter because I need to protect her, that's what a parent does. They don't harm people, they protect their kids."

Jim would never know if his mum had truly pulled the trigger that night for his sake, or for her own. She had been a battered wife, he had seen it with his own eyes and neither he nor Karen deserved the abuse they suffered because of his dad.

But killing him should have been a last resort and Jim would never know if things could have turned out differently. Maybe his mum did do it that night to keep him safe, but he had spent the last eighteen years thanking and loving her for that. He had repaid her enough for what she did for him.

Now he had a child to put first and to look after his daughter and his wife, he needed to cut his mother out of their lives. For good.

His hands let go of her wrists and he stepped back towards Hondo's side and ran a hand over his face to stop himself from letting any tears fall.

"I called your support officer and told her what happened. She's on her way down to take you into custody."

"Jimmy!"

Karen didn't get far enough to lunge at Jim before Hondo stepped forward and grabbed her arms.

The surprise was evident on all their faces. Hondo and Deacon understood how guilty Jim had felt for the last eighteen years that his mum had been rotting away in prison, claiming it was his fault she was in there to begin with. He felt responsible for his mum being in prison and not getting to live two decades of her life.

They knew that, and given how much Jim loved her, was the reason he had let her stay with him and (Y/n) when she was released. They couldn't quite believe that he had taken it upon himself to call her support officer and explain the situation.

Karen had violated the terms of her parole by attacking someone, she was going to be re-arrested for this and her bail would be revoked. She was undoubtedly going to go back to prison for this, and this time she could say without a doubt that it was Jim who had put her there.

But he didn't care.

He wanted his family safe and he didn't want his mother to get away with what she had done.

He had to look after his girls.

[mayanhandballcourt]

Photographer Chris Malloy

[oxfords---notbrogues]

Chris Pine in Ralph Lauren

[chinzhilla]

My brother means everything to me. ... You mean everything to him too.

[multifandomfanficss]

F*ck You?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. The team bullying Adrian as per cannon ☹️. Peacemaker typical language.

A/N: Just a silly little thought I had at 5am during a text convo with one of my best friends when I couldn’t sleep. Shout out Tyler for letting me bounce this idea off you. Thanks bestie! Just a short little fic. The italics are flashbacks. Crossposting on my AO3 adriansglasses.

Adrian stuck his middle finger up, pointed at you. You were going through some files on the other side of the room unable to see him behind the papers you were focusing on. Those who saw were giving him questioning looks.

“Dude why are you flipping off, (Y/N)? I didn’t realize you were mad at them” Economos decided to be the first to question him. Usually he didn’t care enough to ask, but even he was curious as to why Adrian was enthusiastically flipping you off.

“Oh! That’s because I’m not. I just wanna have sex when we get back to my apartment. I was saying can I fuck you.” Adrian says, as if it’s obvious. Chris begins to laugh, having overheard the conversation.

“Oh my god. I’m not sure if you’re insane or an idiot.” Harcourt rolls her eyes, walking away.

“I’m pretty sure he’s both. You know that’s not what that means right?” Economos questions.

“It has two meanings.” Adrian says in a very matter of fact way.

“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.

“Then how do they always know what I mean?” Adrian asks, as if he’s proving his point.

Chris continues to laugh to himself as Adrian and Economos argue.

You’re deep in thought, not paying them any attention when Leota passes you the file you were looking for.

“Thanks!” You smile at her.

“Why is Adrian flipping you off?” She asks.

You look over at him, blushing. You nod.

“See!” Adrian yells throwing up his arms. “Two meanings! I told you!”

“Oh god.” You blush, hiding your face in one of the files. You didn’t need the entire team knowing you were going home to have sex after this, but it’s not like it was that big of a surprise. You’d been dating Adrian for a while, of course you had a sex life. “I don’t know how or why he got it into his head that fuck you means can I fuck you- but like I personally think it’s very clever and very cute so I just don’t correct him.” You laugh, deciding to be honest with Leota.

You thought back to the first time he flipped you off in such a manner. You were out with the team celebrating with drinks after a mission. He threw up his middle finger, drawing a question mark in the air with the other hand. You looked at him with a confused look and mouthed. ‘Are you asking me to have sex with you?’ and he mouth back, ‘Isn’t it obvious?’. Only Adrian could think something like that was obvious. Only Adrian would even do something like that. You smiled, laughing quietly to yourself. It was so uniquely him.

Chris was still laughing uncontrollably in the back. He was thinking of the first time he’d seen Adrian do this too. Little did everyone else know Chris had been the one to teach it to him long before you were dating.

“You really wanna know how I pick up chicks across the bar?” Chris asked with a shit eating smirk.

“Please!” Adrian begged. He could pull girls as Vigilante no problem, but it was a lot harder without the suit.

“Be direct. Just ask if she wants to go home with you. The most subtle way to be direct is to flip her off.” Chris falsely informs.

“Wait… you want me to be subtle and direct? I’m confused.” Adrian asks.

“Well, yeah. You want her to know, not the whole bar.” Chris quickly lies.

“I always thought flipping somebody off was an insult.” Adrian is rightfully cautious.

“It has two meanings. It’s like special. Special can mean you’re one of a kind, cool, awesome, or it could be used the other way.” Chris explains.

“Oh! Okay!” Adrian smiles, before pausing, with a pondering facial expression. “Wait! You call me special all the time.”

“You should hit on that girl over there!” Chris redirects.

“Okay… here goes nothing…” Adrian says, slowly raising his middle finger. The girl looks shocked and starts to walk up to the two men at the bar. “Oh wow! I think it worked!”

Her pace picks up. She walks up to Adrian, slapping him, hard.

“Wait! This is positive! I’m hitting on you!” Adrian says frantically with his finger still up, as she walks away.

“Aw! Fuck! Do you think maybe she had a boyfriend?” Adrian asks, adjusting his glasses and rubbing his jaw.

“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.

[beyondthefold]

CHRIS EVANS as DETECTIVE PAUL DISKANT Street Kings (2008) | dir. David Ayer

[achilles-rage]

Oblivious

summary: you're a part of 50 squad, but with street being your best friend, you spend more time with 20 squad. after a rough day at work, street invites you out with the rest of the team. when tan and luca notice you talking to a man at the bar, they take matters into their own hands, knowing that you're both too dense to realize the other's feelings.

word count: 3.1k

request: @heypeople2 - hi! i’d love a friends to lovers fic with street where the reader is on mumford’s swat team, but is friends with all of street’s team and hangs out with them often. maybe two oblivious lovers? if that makes sense!

A/N: i had no idea where i was going with this at first, but i like how it turned out! enjoy<33

TW: none, allusion to smut, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

You still remember every single thing that happened on your first day with 50 squad; it was a stressful day, and you weren’t even supposed to go into the field that day because you had suffered a shoulder injury and were still a few days from being cleared for going out into the field. The universe had different plans, however, and both 50 squad and 20 squad were called to the same place. They needed all the people they could get, so you were quick to tell Rocker you could step in. He wasn’t going to let you, not wanting to go against protocol, but the situation was extremely important, so he finally agreed.

You had a group of hostages with you, trying to take them down to the main floor of the building and to safety, when you saw another SWAT agent fall into the hallway a few feet in front of you, who you now know was Street. It was almost a blur how fast you moved, quickly ushering the hostages into the room you were in front of and moving to cover him, taking down the two suspects that had managed to get the upper hand on him.

From that day on, he was smitten. He was impressed by your skill, of course, especially after he learned that you were still injured, but he also thought you were gorgeous. If it wasn’t an active shooter situation, he would’ve had the time to watch your plush body maneuver through the doorway and take down two targets, how strong your thick thighs looked, how your gear clung to your soft belly and chest. Instead, he noticed after all the shooters were taken into custody, when you came over to ask if he was okay in the sweetest voice he’s ever heard.

You had noticed how attractive he was too, his broad shoulders, his lean torso. When you went to make sure he was okay, you were asking out of concern, but also because you were curious about him. He immediately continued the conversation when he told you he was alright, wanting to know everything that he could about you, and the rest is history. The rest of 20 squad quickly picked up on this new friendship, noticing the way your eyes would find each other in a room when the other person isn’t looking, and the way you talk to each other. They also quickly realized how truly oblivious you two were, as it seemed that neither of you knew the other person’s feelings.

Now, over a year later, you and Street are best friends, and it’s because of this that you find yourself hanging out with 20 squad more often than 50 squad outside of work, although you still love everyone on your own team.

“Rough day, killer?” you hear from across the parking lot as you step out of the armoured vehicle, groaning softly as you feel the pain in your shoulder. It may have been over a year ago, but after an especially hard day of work, your shoulder still gives you some trouble. It’s nothing some painkillers and a heating pad can’t fix, but until you get home and get them, the dull ache remains.

“You have no idea.” Street chuckles at your response, taking in your figure. He notices the way you’re holding yourself, he’s seen it before, he knows your shoulder is giving you trouble.

“We just got back a few minutes ago, we’re all going to get drinks. A drink or two might help with that.” he tells you, a smirk on his face as you walk over to him, starting to take off your gear.

“Yeah, alright. But it’ll be an early night. Want to share an uber over there? I don’t want to leave my car there overnight.” You want nothing more than to go home and lay on the couch with a heating pad over your injury, but as soon as the option of spending more time with Street appears, you can’t help but say yes. He shakes his head at your words, scoffing.

“I can just take you on my bike. I’m not drinking tonight.” he tells you nonchalantly, trying to ignore the feeling in his chest as he imagines you pressed against him on the back of his bike. He imagines your thick thighs wrapped around him, your torso against his back, even though he knows he shouldn’t be thinking about his best friend like that.

You tense at his words, your breath catching in your throat. You’re imagining the exact same scenario as him, but you can’t help the slight insecurities that race through your brain at the image. Your soft body pressed against his. He’d be able to feel every curve of your body, even the ones you usually keep hidden, knowing that although you’ve grown used to them, and are beginning to like your body again, not everyone likes to see them. You also think of having to sit on the tiny seat of his motorcycle, him having to hold up the bike along with your added weight, and you can’t help the nerves twisting at your insides. Imagining how you’d look squeezed onto the back of his bike is something you really don’t want to have to think about, so you’re quick to respond.

“No, that’s okay. I don’t want to-” He cuts you off, shaking his head as he speaks.

“Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to be spending money on an uber when you can just ride with me.” he tells you, but a hopefulness breaks through his features, lighting up his eyes ever so slightly. You pick up on this, and let out a sigh, knowing he won’t let this go. Maybe you can do it just this once, and then tell him it was too scary and you never want to do it again, you think. Maybe then, he won’t ask again.

“Alright, fine. I’m just gonna take a quick shower and change. I’ll meet you out here in 15?” you tell him, smiling softly as he nods. You turn and quickly walk into the building, making your way to the locker room.

The nerves are taking over every inch of your body as you rinse off quickly, your brain going into overdrive as you think about having to ride on Street’s motorcycle. It’s a short distance to the bar you guys usually go to, but it’s still a decent amount of time to be pressed up against Street.

Once you’re showered and changed, you go out to the parking lot, letting out a shaky breath before you get close enough to Street for him to hear it. He notices the way you’re still holding your arm a little awkwardly, and he feels a little bad for inviting you out.

“You take some painkillers already?” he asks softly, worry spreading across his face as you shake your head.

“I ran out. I’ll have to get some on my way home.” He turns and reaches into his bag, taking out a bottle of the same meds he’s seen you use. He never told you, but he went out and bought some when he found out which ones you prefer. He knows how much your shoulder bothers you after rough days, and he wanted to make sure you never have to go without them should you run out.

Your eyes soften as he pulls them out, and you take them from his hands. You take one quickly, then hand them back to him, thanking him softly.

He hands you his spare helmet once he puts the pills back in his bag and gets on, holding a hand out for you to get on behind him.

Your ascent is a little awkward, but you finally manage to get on with his help, your cheeks hot as embarrassment fills your stomach.

He finally starts to drive and you put your arms around his waist tightly, feeling your breath pick up as he turns onto the road. You know he can sometimes be a crazy driver, but he seems to hold back today, perhaps picking up on your nerves.

Street has a hard time focusing on the road as he makes his way to the bar; having you pressed up against him so tight has him fighting every urge to drive right from work to his house and dragging you upstairs to bed. The way your arms are tightly wound around him also gets him a little riled up; how you’re putting so much trust into him. He makes sure to take it easy. If anything were to happen to you because of his driving, he doesn’t think he would ever recover.

When you finally make it to the bar and walk in, Tan and Luca are quick to look over at you two, their eyes immediately going to each other with raised eyebrows as they see the way Street’s hand is on your lower back, and the way you’re looking over at him with twinkling eyes. They’ve been trying to get you two together for months; and they feel like tonight is finally the night they can make it happen. You catch up with the rest of the squad for a few minutes, before you lean to whisper in Street’s ear that you’re going to go get a drink.

“You want me to come with you?” he asks over the music and chatter of the bar, but you shake your head, giving him a soft smile. You tell him you’ll just be a minute before you turn and walk over to the bar, waiting for the bartender to finish with another customer.

“That’s a nice bike you rode in on. What year is it?” you hear a voice beside you speak. You turn with a raised brow, looking up at a man who came into the bar just after you, seeing you getting off of Street’s motorcycle.

“Oh, um, I have no idea.” you tell him, giving him a small smile.

“It’s a nice one, your boyfriend hasn’t told you anything about it?” Your breath catches in your throat at the word boyfriend. You feel embarrassed, but also a sense of pride that he thinks you’re dating him. You shake your head, letting out a soft laugh.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and he doesn’t talk much about it to me.” you admit sheepishly. The man gives you an awkward smile, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I just assumed-” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. You give him an earnest smile, putting your hand on his arm as you tell him that it’s alright. You can sense he’s a little embarrassed, and that wasn’t your intention. It was an honest mistake.

You’re so focused on the man that you don’t notice that Luca and Tan’s eyes are glued on you the moment the man walks up to you. Smirks break out onto both of their faces as they watch, both of them having the same idea.

“Hey, Street. I think that guy’s trying to steal your girl away from you.” Luca teases Street as he motions over to you at the bar. Street turns in the direction Luca’s pointing at, about to tell him that he doesn’t have a girl, but his words fall short. He looks over just in time for you to give the man a smile as you place your hand on his arm, and he can feel the jealousy bubbling up inside him.

“Yeah, man. You should go get her, before he tries to take her home.” Tan chimes in, smirking as he sees Street’s fists clench at his sides and his jaw clenched. Street is seeing red at this point, imagining you going home with that man instead of him.

He marches over to you quickly, unaware that the rest of the squad’s conversations have died down, and they’re all now looking at the situation unfolding with smirks.

“Hey babe.” he purrs, wrapping his arms around your plush waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. He smirks at the man as he sees his brows furrow, feeling like he’s already won, but wanting to take it further.

“Uh, hey, Street. What’s up?” you ask, confusion laced in your voice as you turn your head to look at the side of his face. You’re used to his flirty tendencies, but this is definitely different than you’re used to.

“Just wanted to see if you were ready to go home.” he says in a low tone, kissing your neck softly. His eyes are trained on you, but he watches the man from the corner of his eye, his smirk widening as he sees the confused expression on the man's face and the way he takes a step back from you two.

“What are you talking abou-” You’re cut off by Street’s lips on yours, his hand coming up and using two fingers to tilt your head towards his. Your eyes widen in shock for a moment before you finally return the kiss, closing your eyes. He’s not sure what came over him at that moment. He’s wanted to do that since he met you, and watching you with another guy at a bar finally sent him over the edge. You pull back after a moment, turning back to the man, but realize he’s already walked away. You turn in Street’s arms, your eyebrows raised.

“What was that for?” you ask, your whole body feeling like it’s on fire, still reeling from the short kiss.

“He was flirting with you.” he states, as if that’s the only reason he needs. You laugh softly, shaking your head.

“He wasn’t flirting with me. He was asking about your bike.” It’s his turn to be confused. He stays silent for a moment, starting to think more clearly about what he just did. He kissed you, and you kissed him back, and you weren’t flirting with the man at the bar.

“Oh.” he says softly after a moment, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, his own still wrapped firmly around your waist despite his racing thoughts.

“Yeah, ‘oh.’ Why did you do that?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him. You think you saw jealousy in his eyes as he approached, but you’re afraid that you’re just seeing what you want to see.

“I don’t know. I had to. I don’t want to see you with someone else.” he says, just loud enough for you to hear over the music. Your drink is long forgotten now as your heart seems to beat louder. Is he saying what you think he’s saying?

“Why not?” You match his volume, and he almost has to bend down to hear you. He can see the glimmer of hope in your eyes, and he thinks that since he’s already gotten this far, he should just tell you the truth.

“I want you all to myself.” he states, smirking as he sees your eyes widen. Your lips part slightly as you try to think of what to say. He’s your best friend, and as deep as your feelings are for him, you’ve never had trouble speaking to him until now.

His eyes search yours as he waits for your response, and he sees the way your lips are beginning to twitch up into a smile and the way your eyes flicker down to his lips for half a second, so he takes his chance.

His lips meet yours again in a soft kiss, and it takes everything in him not to push you against the bar and take you right there. One of his hands reaches up to your jaw, tilting your head up into the kiss, deepening it. He smiles against your lips as you let out a soft whimper, and his other hand moves to squeeze your hip softly.

Your mind is reeling as you kiss him, and you’re not even worried about the way his body is pressed against yours as you get lost in the kiss. It’s not until you hear a loud clinking of a group cheersing their drinks that you pull back, breathing heavily. You have matching grins on your face as you stare into each other's eyes. Street’s eyes dart around the room before they land back on you. He leans in and whispers in your ear.

“You want to get out of here?” You bite your lip as you nod, neither of you even bothering to say goodbye to the squad as you make your way to the door.

The team have been watching the whole time, and they all fight back cheers as they finally see you two give in to one another. Chris chuckles as she watches you two leave, nudging Tan’s shoulder as she speaks.

“Finally. I was beginning to think your ideas were trash.” she teases him, which makes him shrug with a smile.

“They’re both idiots, but they’re perfect for each other, I guess.” The rest of the team agrees with Tan, and their conversations slowly move away from you two to other things, but none of them can wait to tease you two tomorrow.

When you get back to Street’s apartment, he immediately pushes you against the wall, his hands moving to your face as his lips meet yours in a searing kiss. You put your hands on his chest as he slots his knee between your legs, making your whimper softly.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” he murmurs against your lips, hands going down and clawing at the hem of your shirt, desperate to see all of you.

You smile against his lips, raising your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head. His lips are back on your in an instant, trailing down your neck to your chest. He nips and sucks at the exposed parts of your chest, and you tilt your head back to give him more access, one hand traveling to the back of his head.

“Please.” you manage to get out through pants, and that’s all he needs to haphazardly guide you down the hall to his bedroom. You bump into a few things on the way, but as soon as he has you sprawled out on his bed, everything else in the world is forgotten.

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[annislittleshopofhorrors]

~ Street Kings 2008 ~

[static-scribblez]

[meespresso14]

Unexpected (Part 2)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: mentions of sex, pregnancy, nausea, vomiting, medical issues.

Once things settled down and the hostages were rescued safely with only minor injuries and mental anguish, Hondo decided it was time to pull Luca. The team could finish up without him, it would be alright. Luca was working with Tan and Street. Hondo sighed, getting himself together. The adrenaline was still rushing through all of their veins. He walked over to the group.

“Luca, can we talk for a minute?”

The color drained from Luca’s face, his classic smile fading from his lips. Hondo noticed him swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah, boss. What’s up?”

Deep down inside, every bad scenario was running through Luca’s head. Was it you? Was it his parents? 

Hondo’s eyes panned over to Tan and Street before they panned back to Luca. Everyone was wearing a worried look. 

“It’s Y/N. Annie was on her way to the hospital with her. She passed out at home. I was waiting until things calmed down to pull you out as soon as I could.”

Luca’s blue eyes instantly filled with concern before he shook his head, attempting to pass by Hondo. “I gotta get out of here, man. Like now.”

“Listen, listen—I know, Luca.”, Hondo grabbed his shoulders, trying to center him. 

Luca was fighting back tears—he couldn’t show his emotions. That’s not how this worked. He was taught to be tough—even as a child. 

“Just be safe about it, man. She needs you.”, Hondo eyed Luca.

Luca couldn’t meet Hondo’s eyes. He only stared past him, however, Hondo could see the tears pooling in Luca’s deep blue eyes. He hated breaking bad news to his teammates. It seemed like only yesterday when Annie had her stroke and he had to tell Deacon. It was the worst part of being the team leader. 

“I know.”, Luca breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

He rubbed his hand over his face. “What happened to her?”

Hondo shook his head. “Captain Cortez didn’t give me any other details.”

“I gotta get down there. I need to see her.”

“I know. One of us can go with you—if you want.”, Hondo added.

Luca nodded. “Okay.”

Hondo nodded, finally feeling better about Luca leaving. It was decided that Deacon would accompany Luca since Annie was at the hospital anyway. Hondo told them both to be careful and to keep the team updated on your condition. Luca didn’t even take time to change out of all his tactical gear. He just cared about seeing you—making sure you were okay. Deacon noticed him shifting in the seat nervously. 

Luca felt like a cat on a hot tin roof. His face scrunched nervously and Deacon could tell he was spiraling. 

“You okay, man?”

Luca looked over at Deacon. “Honestly…..no.”, he sighed.

Deacon nodded. “It’s okay not to be okay. I was beside myself when Annie was sick.”

Luca nodded. “I’m just thinking of everything that could be wrong with her.”

“It could be something minor.”

Luca scoffed. “Knowing my luck—no way. I mean she’s the best thing to ever happen to me, Deac. She understands me.”

Deacon kept driving, determined to get Luca there as fast as he could. “I know.”

Deacon didn’t check his phone after texting Annie that he was on his way with Luca. Traffic was horrible as per usual in LA. Deacon was a good driver, used to dealing with the congested highway. 

“I could have driven.”, Luca grumbled, crossing his arms and shifting in the seat for the thousandth time. 

“Sorry boss’s orders.”, Deacon shrugged playfully, a soft smirk crossing his lips.

Luca slumped over against the door, his anxiety getting the best of him. He thought he would handle stress better than this. And to be honest, he was a little angry at himself for getting so worked up. But this wasn’t just anything—this was you, the love of his life. He had never felt this way about another woman. He was going to marry you. And soon, especially after this. If everything was alright with you. His mind was racing with possibilities, going through any and every scenario.

Deacon knew what he was doing. He had done the exact thing when Annie was sick. He knew Luca felt guilty about leaving you and going to work. Deacon weaved in and out of traffic in an attempt to get to the hospital faster. Luca huffed and puffed, silently cursing the traffic and hitting the dashboard of his truck. 

After what felt like a hundred years, they finally pulled up to the emergency room entrance. Luca hardly gave Deacon time to shift his truck into the park before he was jumping out. Deacon threw his hands up, making sure he was parked at least halfway decent before jumping out of Luca’s truck with the keys and running to catch up to Luca. 

Luca cleared the automatic doors, instantly going to the registration desk. 

“Can I help you sir?”

“My fiancee is here.”, Luca threw his hands down on the desk, tapping them nervously. 

“Your name?”

“Dominique Luca. I should be on her paperwork.” 

“What’s her name?”

Luca gave them your name. He wished in that moment you shared his. He wished he could call himself your husband. 

“She’s in room three. I’ll take you both back there.”

Luca nodded as he looked back at Deacon. 

“Want me to follow?”

“Yeah, man. It’s fine.”

Deacon nodded, imagining that Luca needed the emotional support. The registrar opened the door and met Luca on the other side before the door to the main emergency room opened. Nurses were running around like crazy, the desk right in the middle of the room. The registrar talked quickly to a nurse and she nodded, looking at him. Luca forgot he had left his SWAT stuff on. 

“Officer Luca?”, the nurse asked, holding her clipboard.

Luca nodded. 

“Your fiancée is in room three. The doctor will be in shortly to give you an update.”

“Great. Thanks.”

“No problem, follow me.”, she smiled softly and part of Luca wondered why she was smiling when his entire world felt like it was falling apart. 

Part of him felt angry but he decided to hold it together. Deacon was behind him as they snaked their way through the emergency department to room three. The nurse grabbed the blue curtain, pulling it back.

“I have a visitor.”, she sing-songed.

Luca held his breath. Were you awake? All these questions were running through his head and he was finally going to get his answers. There were a lot of sounds in the emergency room from young children crying, people moaning in pain, and all the alarms going off constantly. But it was like everything went silent as he waited for the nurse to move back to reveal you. His mouth pursed open, trying to find the right words to say. 

You were lying there with your eyes open, a small smile on your face. “Hey babe.”

Annie was beside you at the head of your bed, holding your hand. Annie was a great friend and you were very thankful for your SWAT family. Annie smiled, realizing Luca and Deacon had arrived. She let go of your hand and moved to give Luca room but he wasn’t waiting. He rushed over to you, tears forming in his ocean-blue eyes.

“Hey, baby. Are you feeling okay?”, he immediately asked, taking you in his arms. 

Your heart monitor was beeping in the background but neither of you was paying attention to anything but one another. He kissed your head, brushing through your hair before you both smiled at one another. 

“I’m so sorry for leaving you this morning.”

“Stop that.”, you whispered lightly. “Don’t beat yourself up. It’s not your fault.”

“It is—I should have stayed home with you. You needed me.”

“Luca.”

“Baby, I would have never forgiven myself if something happened to you.”

“But I’m gonna be okay.” 

You smiled softly as you touched noses before sharing a small, soft kiss. Luca thought for a moment that he would never get this opportunity again. Your lips felt like heaven and he was so relieved. 

“So everything is going to be okay?”

“Well—mostly.”

“Mostly?”, Luca questioned, concern evident in his voice. 

“Sit down, babe.”, you rubbed his muscular arm gently. 

This was it. Luca felt his heart plummet into his stomach. This was the moment you were going to tell him—you were going to give him the bad news. Luca swallowed hard, his legs beginning to feel like jello. He was never this easily rattled. But this was you. It was a whole different ball game, it was okay to be vulnerable. A lesson you had taught him. Annie helped by scooting a chair closer to the edge of the bed so he could sit down beside you. If only he knew what she did. 

Luca took a seat, immediately grabbing your hand. Just as he did, the doctor pulled the curtain back, getting everyone’s attention. 

“Officer Luca?”

Luca looked up at him, and the doctor immediately extended his hand. Luca took it, shaking his hand firmly. “Glad you could join us. I’ve already talked to your fiancee’ but she wanted you present as well.”

“Sorry—my job is a little demanding.”, Luca laughed nervously. 

Luca’s blue eyes panned over to you, still managing to give you a soft smile as he squeezed your hand. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. 

“We’ll be outside.”, Deacon breathed softly, grabbing Annie’s hand and exiting the room as quietly as they both could. 

“Alright, well. First of all, her iron level and blood pressure were low upon arrival to the emergency room which aided in her passing out at home. We have already given her an iron infusion along with some fluids but are admitting her overnight for observation. She will possibly need another infusion next week depending on the results of her blood work. On to other news,”, he smiled softly.

Luca was confused while he was smiling. 

“Both of these were results of another finding.”

“And that is?”, Luca questioned bravely.

He needed answers. 

“Congratulations Officer Luca. Your fiancée is pregnant. HCG levels are perfect for an estimated four weeks pregnant.”

Luca’s eyes widened before he turned to you. Did he really just hear what he thought he heard? It was the sentence he had waited forever to hear. 

“Pregnant?”, Luca repeated. 

You smirked softly. “Pregnant.”, you whispered.

“What? Babe!”, he exclaimed, a relaxed feeling finally washing over him as his lips curved into a smile and his blue eyes softened before he immediately took you into his arms.

You giggled lightly, wrapping your arms around him. It felt nice to be in his arms and you closed your eyes, taking in this feeling. You always did—just in case there was a day he didn’t get to come home. You hated to even think about the possibility but you knew that was part of what you signed up for. You always prayed for his safety along with his teammates. He pulled back to look at you, tears in his eyes. 

“I’m really gonna be a dad?”

You nodded before both of you laughed easily. 

“Congratulations to both of you. We will let you know as soon as we get you a room upstairs.”, the doctor smiled before leaving. 

Luca turned back to look at you. “I can’t believe it—but I thought you wanted to get married first.”

You shrugged easily. “Life sometimes throws curveballs.”

Luca smiled, rubbing your cheek softly. “I never thought this moment was ever going to happen for me. I thought I was always going to be stuck as Uncle Luca.”

You both laughed before you began to speak. “You’re an amazing uncle, so I just know you’re going to be an amazing dad.”

Luca smiled brightly at the compliment. “I’m so happy.”

“Me too.”, you began. “But I’m not gonna lie I was a little anxious to tell you.”

“Me?”

You nodded again. “It’s just nerve-wracking. I mean I didn’t know if you wanted this right now.”

Luca sighed, shifting in the chair lightly. “I get it. I know you wanted to get married first. I mean—I know we weren’t being safe like we should but we weren’t exactly trying either.”

You giggled at the use of his terminology. “True.”

“Deacon and I even had this conversation this morning—and I thought there was no way in this world you were pregnant.”

“Me either, honestly.”

“But I’m thrilled. I can’t wait to be a dad—I can’t wait for you to start getting a little bump.”, Luca touched your flat stomach. 

You placed your hand over his. 

“Maybe we should move our wedding up.”, you smirked. 

“Sounds good. You tell me a date and we will make it happen, babe.”

You all shared another kiss before you began grinning widely. 

“Maybe we should let Deacon and Annie back in.”

“Yeah, maybe.”, Luca laughed. 

Luca let go of your hand just long enough to walk to the curtain and open it, telling Annie and Deacon they could come in. They followed him back inside the small curtained room. You could only hope that your and Luca’s relationship could be like Deacon and Annie’s—maybe even better. So far, he had exceeded every expectation. Deacon smirked at Luca and you were unsure if Annie had clued him in. 

“So Luca, was I right? Is there a chance we will have a fourth-generation SWAT member?”

Luca smirked back, elbowing Deacon playfully. “Maybe.”

You and Annie looked at one another, laughing while not being surprised by their horseplay. 

“Yeah, you were right Deac. I’m gonna be a dad.”

There were obvious tears pooling in his blue eyes and Deacon couldn’t help but smile as he pulled Luca in for a hug, patting his back. Annie couldn’t help but give a soft smile before her eyes panned over to you. You couldn’t help but notice the tears beginning to pool in your own eyes watching how excited Luca was. This was better than anything you could have imagined. 

“Well, guess it’s my turn to be an uncle now.”, Deacon smirked. 

"How long until we can tell the rest of the team?", Annie chimed in. 

You looked at Luca and he looked back at you, softly caressing his thumb over your hand. 

"What do you think, babe?"

You giggled softly before noticing Hondo, Chris, Jim, and Tan walking through the emergency room through the small slit in the curtain. "I'm thinking soon."

[renegadesstuff]

And they lived happily ever after ❤️

[dom1re]

For @diana-bluewolf 🩵

Happy birthday to Chris! I needed to see him in his sk8ter fit again 😤😤 That illust was seriously so cool I'm still not over it

[tarancho]

the 11th street kids + textposts

[lover-of-mine]

#when your best friend/partner gets injured and all you can do is keep is try to keep them awake

911 4x14 “Survivors” -> SWAT 1x19 “Source”