- Hey guys! Sorry it’s been awhile, I needed to make sure this one did the prompt I received justice. Thank you @snufflesandfluff for the idea and I sincerely hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think! (Jay tries to deal with PTSD while Erin is in New York.)
[there’s mention of death and injuries from war so just a fair warning it’s kind of dark!]
She’d been gone three weeks now. Three weeks in the Big Apple with her nice new, hopefully cushy job and with her hopefully kind and welcoming boss and with her hopefully significantly larger paycheck.
He wanted the absolute best for her, he did. There wasn’t a doubt in his head that he did but there was that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that he needed her to come back, because the nights were getting longer and darker and his sleep was getting to be less and less and the only thing that could bring him any semblance of comfort anymore was a bottle of alcohol when it used to be her hands and her lips and her tongue and he seemed to be going backwards in all the progress that he had made in going to therapy and in talking to other struggling soldiers and he really, really hated himself for that.
A collection of one-shots of Jay Halstead as a dad. Because we all need that in our lives. Co-written with @halsteadpd
When canon gives you lemons, you make fluff…
Erin had come up with a grand plan for how she was going to tell him. Well, as grand as a ‘we’re pregnant’ announcement could be. She had known for three days now, but she wanted a special way to tell her husband that they were expecting their first child. She knew how much he wanted kids; simply handing him a stick that she’d peed on wouldn’t suffice. Her doctor’s appointment was in a couple of days, so there wasn’t much time to stall—she had to tell him.