The Nine Bumps Along the Road (and maybe some more)
Shawn Spencer/ Juliet O'Hara
Pysch, Romance and Family
This was not supposed to be happening, not now, not ever. Juliet O'Hara kept her gaze fixed on the plastic instrument occupying her hand, waiting for the tiny plus sign to change to a negative. She was 34 years old, she still had a good 20 years left in her career, now, now this was going to jeopardize it all. Besides the original point, she reasoned, looking around at all the boxes still thrown hap hazardly around her place, Shawn and her were still getting everything together, still putting his stuff back around the apartment, and then something caught her eye, a post it note, thrown on the floor, that had been sifted out of one of the boxes,
Ask.
She shook her head confusedly, sticking the note back down where she had found it, she slid the pregnancy test into the trash, planning to deal with it later.
"Honey I'm home!" He shouted down the hall and she ran out to greet him, he dropped the grocery bag on the ground to embrace her, she jumped into his hug and smiled up at him,
"I missed you baby."
"Gus told me to bring you soup and Advil." He kissed her forehead, " what are you doing up?"
"I feel better now," she gave him a pat on his cheek and then turned around on her heels and sauntered away.
"Come and get it. Don't just stare." She said with a half smirk occupying her face.
He winked at her, then walked towards the kitchen, she could hear him rustling through a bag of some sort.
"I'm sorry I ruined our date plans." She said softly and he looked up at her,
"You didn't ruin anything Jules." he waved her over, " now help me put away the groceries."
She grabbed for the apples, and he heard her catch her breath, she was staring at the ring he had placed around the stem of the apple,
"Jules," he started, " I thought maybe you could make me the most mature and luckiest guy in the world, " he paused, gauging her reaction, " marry me?"
"Shawn..." She tinkered off,
"I knew it was a bad idea, just here hand me the ring I'll go put it away."
"Shawn, listen," she said softly, and he held the silver band out like an offering, "yes, I'll marry you. I can't do much with the mature part though." She said and he slid the ring onto her finger and she couldn't resist the urge to grin, as he kissed her and the groceries were soon left out to get warm, because frankly there were more important things to do.
When she woke up the next morning he was snoring softly and contently next to her and she took a second to deep breathe, she'd never expected a life outside of the force, a fiancé , a best friend, a baby. A kid for god sakes, his kid, so basically a Shawn 2.O she smiled a little to herself at the thought,
"Whatcha smiling about?" He asked, rolling over so he was almost atop her,
"We're engaged." She mumbled,
"The M-word." He said with a wink and an giggled as he pressed kisses to her forehead,
"Breakfast?"
"Shawn you can't cook for your life!" She smiled up as he half naked fiancé walke dot wards the kitchen, she wrapped herself in his sweatshirt, and followed him out.
"Cereal?" He asked nonchalantly and she just smiled.
Later that night, when they both came home from work, she laid across the couch and just sighed out of content, turning on Desperate House Wives, and snuggling under a big blanket. Shawn walked into the bathroom, when something caught his eye,
"Um Jules? What is this?"
A/N: S these are just short drabbles, chronicling Juliet's and Shawn's expectancy.