Pregnancy Pains. (Chicago PD, Jay Halstead)
Pairing: Jay/ She - can be read as Linstead
“Uh, that’s my towel.” Jay stated the obvious, pointing to the dark blue fabric wrapped around her torso. He had a thing against people using this one towel in particular, something about it’s plushness and other shit she didn’t care about. She pointed down to her stomach.
“And this is half your chromosomes. This towel is the only one that will fit around your fat ass baby.”
“It’s half you.”
“Yeah but it got it’s bulk from you.” She laughed as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her soundly on her cheeks as the baby kicked a soccer player’s rhythm. “Oh look. It hates you.”
“Why are you so mean to me?” He chuckled, running his hand up her spine and along the curve of her baby bump. “She’s mean, you have a mean mommy.” The kicking stopped. She gave him a look. “Oh nice, take her side.”
“He doesn’t agree with you.”
“Well, she will.”
“Shut your face asshole, he is going to love me.”
“See? Mean. You’re a nurse. Aren’t you supposed to like humans?”
“Just because I like humans doesn’t mean I like you in particular.”
“Divorce, we’re getting a divorce!” He threw his hands up, stomping out the bedroom door as he muttered about mean wives. She just laughed. About to drop the towel, she decided to put on one of his old t-shirts before thinking it through.
Deal with grumpy, pouty, baby Jay all day or - oh who she kidding, this wasn’t a decision at all.
“Jay! I need your help.” It was a call he couldn’t refuse. He stomped back through the door, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her obviously perfectly healthy, capable self.
“Why did you-” His eyebrows shot into his hairline as she dropped the towel to the floor, smirk on her lips. “Oh. Okay. Mhm, not mean, you are literally the nicest woman in the world and I love you.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
domestic fluff is bad for my angst but soothing to my soul