Hello everyone! The idea for this story came to me while I was in the shower a few months ago and I never really got around to writing it until now. It will be rated T for the time being but I might change the rating to M depending on later content. I hope you guys enjoy!
San Francisco: 2014
"Shawn…" Juliet paused as she entered her apartment; throwing her purse onto the couch she turned and faced him. "Are you sure you're ready?"
Shawn smiled and took a step close to her, "Of course Jules! You said yes didn't you?" He picked up her left hand where a ring encased one of her fingers. Juliet looked down and nodded.
"Yes but I need to know if you're ready. Absolutely ready. This is a big step Shawn, the rest of our lives depend on your answer." She moved her hands to rest on his cheeks. "I don't want you proposing just because we've been apart and now we're together again."
"Juliet," He said her name slowly, "I am ready. I'm ready to be responsible. I'm ready for marriage, and a wedding and in-laws and for all that crap. I'm so in there." His grin widened and Juliet couldn't help but let it spread to her own face.
"I promise." He stressed leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead.
"You better not being lying to me mister," Juliet leaned into his embrace, " I will kill you where you stand."
Shawn chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, "Babe, I totally got this."
Juliet pulled an arms length away, "Did you just call me babe?"
"Yes I did." Shawn said smugly. "Too much?"
"No actually, it's kind of hot."
"In that case…." Shawn picked her up and threw her over his shoulder caveman style and began walking towards the bedroom.
"Spencer!" She laughed lightly pounding on his back.
"I can't hear you over all this awesomeness!" Shawn plopped her back first onto the mattress and wasted no time covering her body with his. He kissed her soundly as his hands began to run up and down her legs that had framed his hips. She kissed him back with gusto and pulled him closer to her body with her hands on his shoulders.
"Can you hear me now?" she asked her lips trailing up his neck to his ear.
"Without a doubt." Shawn kissed her cheek and her lips.
"I love you Shawn."
"I love you Jules."
6 Months Later
Juliet opened the door as the wind behind her blew wickedly helping her slam the wooden barrier. She sighed when she saw Shawn's shoes and coat lying on the floor in the middle of the hallway. The TV blasted from the living room and she could vaguely hear the sound of the dishwasher. She went into the kitchen and placed her purse onto the counter. The dishwasher was indeed running but the mountain of dishes in the sink was the same as it had been when she left.
"He better not…" Juliet pulled open the washer and sighed when she found it empty.
Damn him.
He was running it empty, again. Juliet closed it roughly and turned passed the trash- which she'd asked him take out today, and followed the noise of the TV.
"Shawn!" She yelled when she spotted him relaxing on the couch with his feet on the table.
"Jules!" He jumped up knocking over the bowl of popcorn onto the floor. Juliet took a deep breath and glared at her fiancé. "I'll pick it up." Shawn shrugged crossing the room to stand in front of her. "Might I say, you're looking very beautiful today." He gave her his best charming grin.
"Why the hell are you running the dishwasher empty?!" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"I- uh-" Shawn looked around the room, "I was going to put the dishes in but the dishwasher was filthy. So I had to wash it first."
"You realize you're pulling at straws here, right?" Her glare hardened.
"I never really did understand that phrase." His finger went up to tap his chin.
Juliet shook her head and smacked his arm, "I'm serious Shawn! I'm tired of you doing this! I asked you to clean the dishes, take out the trash, and I can't even remember how many times we've talked about not leaving your shoes and coat on the floor."
Shawn stuck his hands in his jeans pockets and stared down at the floor realizing playing cute wasn't going to get him out of it. "Forty-seven times." He mumbled.
"Forty-freaking-seven times Shawn! And you still haven't gotten it through that thick skull of yours!" Juliet tapped the side of his head. "God! I don't know what to do with you anymore."
"You came home early…" Shawn whispered.
"I came home early?" Juliet's voice rose, "That's your excuse? I came home early from work? Oh yeah but you don't know what that's like since you don't have a job."
"I have a job!" Shawn looked her in the eye.
"You're a consultant that's barely hired!" Juliet shot back, "You've been sitting on the damn couch for weeks. Just making a bigger mess and never cleaning up after yourself. It's like I have second job of being a maid while also being a single mother. Shawn, I need your help here!" She moved her head trying to meet his gaze as he looked away.
"Being head detective is putting more responsibilities on me at the station. I need you to pick up the slack at home, please Shawn. I'm tired of yelling." Juliet gripped his shoulders.
"I know… I'm sorry." Shawn said sincerely, "I'll try, I will."
"Are you sure you ready for this?" Juliet motioned to the ring on her finger. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to back out of the engagement."
"No! I… I…" Shawn turned and walked back over to the couch. He sat down and ran his hands over his face. "I can do this Jules, I can, I promise." He looked at her. Juliet walked over and sat next to him on the couch.
"It's all just kind of new to me. But I can be the man." He took her hands in his and rested them in his lap. "Just like Robert Neville in 'I am Legend'." He gave her a small smile.
"Shawn," Juliet shook her head with a laugh. "He was an immune survivor in New York."
"And he was the man Jules."
They both laughed for a few minutes before Juliet rested her forehead against his. "Are you sure you're ready?"
"Jules…"
"Not just to be the man, but for a family. You get married you have a family. Kids, wife, in-laws, are you sure?"
Shawn took a deep breath, "Yes."
"Good, because I'm pregnant."