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The day had started like every other day. He'd woken up, got dressed, and ate. He'd went to the police station, had a meeting with the Chief and started working a new case.

It was around two when the phone rang.

"Spencer," he said, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder, looking over the case file.

"Hey, how's work?"

"Well, you know. It's work."

"That's good," the voice cooed. "Are you sitting down?"

He paused and quit gawking at the file. "...Yeah."

"Now, I don't want you to panic. I know you panic, but-"

"What is it?"

"If you'd stop interrupting me, I'd tell you, wouldn't I?"

"Come on, what's going on?"

"The thing is, my water broke just a little bit ago."

"Wait, that means..."

"Yeah, that's what it means. I'm going into labor."

"Don't move! I'll be there in five, sweetheart!"

He didn't even wait for a response. He hung up, grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and and dashed out of the door without giving anyone an explanation or a heads-up. Though he wouldn't admit it in a court of law, he broke his share of speed limits on the way to his house.

When he pulled in the driveway, he saw her standing on the porch, her long blonde hair being blown around her face by the ocean air. She had an overnight bag in one hand, the other rubbing smooth circles on her protruding stomach.

"Broke a few laws on the way?" she asked with a smile.

"Wouldn't you like to know? Come on, let's get to the hospital." He took her hand and led her off the porch, over to the truck.

"Henry!" She stopped dead in her tracks, her grip on his hand tightening tenfold as she battled through another contraction. He reeled back to her, breathing in sync with her, trying to keep her focused.

Once the contraction had passed and they were driving, he took numerous chances to ask her if she was okay, how she was doing, if there was anything he could do.

"This whole overprotective thing you're doing? It's kind of cute."

"Overprotective? Of course I'm being overprotective, sweetheart. This is our son we're talking about."

She slapped his arm playfully, "We don't even know if it's a boy!"

"Oh, it's a boy. And by the time I'm finished with him, he's gonna be the best damn cop in Santa Barbara, maybe even in California."

"Such a dreamer, Henry. Such a dreamer."

"Hey, it's not a dream. It's a fact. I'm the detective here, remember? I know these things."

"Oh, so you're psychic now, too?"

"Don't be ridiculous. You know as well as I do that psychics don't exist. It's all parlor tricks, a way to scam hard earned money from people who actually work for a living."

"And what if this little baby ends up as a psychic? Are you gonna tell your own child that they're a fraud, a drain on society?"

"Again, that's ridiculous. There's no way in Hell this kid is gonna end up like that."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because he's gonna be a cop, Maddie. A cop." He turned to his wife and smiled, taking her hand in his. "You just can't fight destiny."

Twelve hours later, an exhausted Madeline was holding her newborn baby boy, completely caught up in the euphoria.

"See? Told you it was a boy."

"Henry! He's not an 'it'. He's Shawn."

"Don't you think I get a say in what we call him?"

"Not when I'm the one that spent twelve hours trying to coerce him to come out. According to you, you decided it was going to be a boy. And I've decided that his name is Shawn." She smiled down at the baby in her arms, and her heart swelled when he smiled back, his eyes only halfway open.

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