a/n: hey everyone! Hope you all had a great Christmas (if you celebrate it). here's a little something I've written about perhaps Jamie and Eddie first Thanksgiving as a married couple if they were to be pregnant. Hope you enjoy! Also, shout out to Anna because our convo earlier inspired this! Happy New Year everybody! Stay safe and warm – if you're in the Northern hemisphere, keep sun-blocked if you're in the southern – I made that mistake and now have funny tan marks haha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I hope this is alright – this is the fastest I've ever written a fic. Sorry if there's typo's – it's 2.20am and I can really see oops.
Shanelle xx
…Thanksgiving 2019…
It was Jamie and Eddie's 2nd Thanksgiving together, and the first one as a married couple. They had a small and intimate, yet beautiful summer wedding in June. So, it was only natural that they both had a lot to be thankful for this year. However, there was one thing Jamie and Eddie were specifically thankful for this year – at the end of October Eddie had found out that she was pregnant. They were parents to be.
…Flashback to October 27…
7am
"Mmm, morning wife." Jamie said, as he rolled to face Eddie, who was sitting up in bed reading a book.
"Good morning, husband." Eddie replied lovingly, whilst she put her book down on her lap and lent down to kiss Jamie.
"What time is it?" Jamie asked, with a cheeky smirk.
"7 AM."
"We don't need to be at work until 9, we still have lots of time." Jamie said, pulling Eddie towards him.
"Hmmm, and what do we still have lots of time for, Mr Reagan?" Eddie smirked.
"Just shut up and kiss me, Ed." Jamie chuckled, as she jumped on top of him.
Before things could get much further, Eddie jolted back from their deep make-out session when she felt a surge ripple through her stomach and throat.
"Eddie? What's wrong?" Jamie asked with worry.
"I think I'm—" Eddie managed, before running as fast as she could to their bathroom.
Being the great husband Jamie is, he got out of bed, headed to the bathroom, and grabbed a hair-tie from the basin drawer before putting Eddie's hair in a bun and rubbing her back while she power chucked.
When Eddie felt like she was done throwing up, she lent backwards against Jamie, looking towards the basin cupboards when something occurred to her – she was late. Late, late.
"Jamie, what's the date today?" Eddie gasped.
"It's October 27, why?" Jamie quizzed.
"I need you to go down the street to the pharmacy. I'm late, like REALLY late. As in 15 days late. Oh gosh, how did I not notice?" Eddie babbled, basically beating herself up about not realising how late she was.
"Eddie, Eddie, shhh. Calm down. We've been busy settling into a married life and work has been crazy. Look, I'll go down and buy a couple pregnancy tests and if you're pregnant that's great, alright? It's a lot earlier than we'd planning but everything is going to be fine." Jamie soothed, wrapping his arms around her and resting his cheek on her head.
"I really love you." Eddie sobbed.
"I love you too. How about you go back to bed and I go to the pharmacy and when I get back you can take the test?" He said, as he kissed her on the head and forehead.
"Yeah, okay. But what about work?" She asked.
"I'll be quick, if you're not feeling much better, we can both call in sick. I can get one of the other Sergeants to cover for me today." Jamie reasoned.
"Alright. See you soon."
30 minutes later…
"Hey babe, I'm back." Jamie exclaimed, as he shut the apartment door behind him.
"Hey, you get them?" Eddie said, walking out the bedroom towards Jamie.
"Yeah, here. I got one digital, one not." Jamie replied, as he lifted the bag to show her.
"Thanks. I'll go take them and tell you when I'm finished and then you can come in. You got your phone to set a timer?" Eddie asked.
"Good idea, and yes."
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Okay, time's up." Jamie breathed.
Turning over the digital test, Eddie gasped in delight.
"Oh my God! Jamie, it says positive! I'm pregnant!" Eddie squealed, tearfully.
"We're really going to be parents." Jamie grinned, pulling her in for a huge, loving hug.
"Yeah, we are. I love you so much!" Eddie smiled widely, before kissing him.
Flashback over…
"You almost ready for dinner?" Jamie asked Eddie, as he poked his head into their bedroom.
"Yup, just need to get my shoes on. You ready to tell everyone about our soon-to-be bump?" Eddie said, excitedly. She couldn't wait to tell the other Reagan's their news. Besides, she can't wait much longer – she would soon be showing.
…Family Dinner…
"Erin we'll start with you. What are you thankful for?" Frank asked, as he started off the annual Thanksgiving tradition of going around the table of what each person is thankful for.
"I'm thankful that I am finally getting use to being the boss and for my new sister-in-law." Erin smiled, giving Eddie a sisterly side hug.
A bunch of 'awes' were expressed around the table.
"Eddie?" Frank gestured.
"Well, first of all, I'm thankful for my husband. Secondly, I'm thankful for this family. And last, but not least…" Eddie said, looking at Jamie to prepare him. "We are thankful that our army of two will be gaining a third soldier next year." Eddie grinned.
"What?! Oh my God! Congratulations!" Erin screamed in delight.
"That's amazing!" Nicky and Jack both exclaimed.
"yay, I finally won't be the youngest. But seriously, congrats! I can't wait to meet my new cousin." Sean chuckled.
"Congratulations! Guess I can't really call you kid anymore, now that you're going to have a kid." Danny congratulated and teased.
"Ugh, Danny." Jamie laughed.
"Ah this is wonderful news, you two. Plus, if you need any help I'm always free to hang out with a new GG." Pop beamed.
"Well done. Congratulations, you guys deserve it. You will both be amazing parents." Frank expressed, before standing up, to everyone's surprise, and walking over to hug Eddie and Jamie.
"How far along are you?" Erin asked.
"13 weeks. I have the ultrasound photos in my bag, I'll bring them out after dinner." Eddie grinned proudly.
"I seriously can't wait to meet this little one. He or she is going to be so adorable." Nicky said, overjoyed.