Me: I recently finished Psych and I LOVED IT! Now I'm obsessed with it. I have to wait for my sister to finish it, that way me, her, and my mother can all watch the musical and movie together. Until then, I must distract myself with fan fiction!

This will be a collection of scenes about life with little Starfish. Juliet and Shawn are not married, and Vick is still head of police (so they are living in their house in Santa Barbara). The chapters will be of varying lengths (some will be super short) but I have quite a few already written and will post one a day while they last.

Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful, brilliant, lovely show that is named Psych.

''I can't do this anymore!'' Juliet exclaimed, throwing down the magazine that kept her occupied for all of five minutes.

''Now, now, you have been saying that going on nine months,'' Shawn replied, not taking his eyes off his video game.

Juliet sighed and threw her head back against the couch. ''I mean it. This is horrible! All this inactivity is driving me insane!''

''Inactivity?'' Shawn scoffed, pausing his game and turning to look at his girlfriend. ''We've just solved the Toby's murder, located the chop shop downtown, and finished Murder, She Wrote. Plus, those two cold cases!''

''No, you got to solve them,'' Juliet argued. ''I got to sit here and look at crime scene photos while you, Lassiter, and Gus got to make the arrests. I want to make an arrest!'' She whined. ''I want to step out of the fancy car, take my sunglasses off, do the hair flip, and say 'you're under arrest!'. But no! I have to stay here, on bed rest.'' She sighed again. ''I can't do inactivity!''

''Soon you won't have to,'' Shawn reassured, resuming his game. ''Soon we will have to be active all the time, taking care of little Starfish.''

''For the last time, you are not naming our child Starfish,'' Juliet grumbled from her sulking position.

''Why? It's perfectly gender neutral. Which is good, since you won't let us know what we are getting.''

''I like not knowing.''

''Well I don't!''

''Really? Huh, is that why you tried to hack into the doctor's office's records?''

''Gus told on me, didn't he?''

''No, Buzz did after he had to remove you two from the premises!''

Shawn tisked in annoyance. ''He pinky promised.''

''Yes, he said to tell you he felt awful,'' Juliet said dryly.

''Well, it doesn't matter if you approve of the name.''

''Oh, it doesn't?''

''Nope. You will be powerless to stop me when the times comes. All doped up on pain meds, completely unawares that I have already filled out the brith certificate!''

''…You have problems.''

''I like the name Starfish.''

''You know, I will be the one doing all the work bringing this kid into the world, so for you to plan to hijack the naming is really wrong.''

''Hey, I did my fair share of the work.''

''Sure, you got the fun part! I'm the one who'll have to do the rest.''

Shawn shrugged. ''I'd help if I could, but it's nature, Jules. Not my division.''

''Oh! Let's watch Sherlock!''

Figuring it might help her stop complaining about not being able to move, Shawn obliged.

They sat back and watched. After fifteen minutes, Juliet made a reach for the laundry basket to fold, apparently still feeling inactive. After moving it out of her reach three times, and her swiping it back three times, Shawn finally gave up and started helping her (Juliet's mother was coming by, and if she saw her pregnant daughter folding laundry when she was supposed to be resting, there was no telling what she might do to the one who let her do it).

''Hello! Juliet! What are you thinking!''

Speak of the devil, thought Shawn, hastily trying to hide the laundry.

Juliet's mother came up the stairs and removed the laundry from her protesting daughter's hands. ''Mom, it's fine-''

''It certainly is not!'' Mrs. O'Hara insisted. ''You are not supposed to be working!''

''I'm bored, Mom!'' Juliet complained. ''Besides, Shawn was helping!'

Mrs. O'Hara sniffed. ''Helping would be letting go of that stupid notion of naming my grandchild after a sea creature.'' With that, she stood into the other room to finish the laundry.

Shawn threw his hands in the air. ''What is wrong with the name Starfish?!''

…

It was late. Gus, Juliet's mother, step-father, Lassiter, Marlowe, and Maddie had all gone home after a quick meeting of the new edition to the Spencer family. Henry was on his way to leave, just stoping at the vending machines for a cup of coffee. He walked through the hall to the exit, stopping when he came round the corner. There, standing at the nursery window, was his son, looking through at his newborn child.

Henry had seen his son express a thousand and one different emotions- usually all in the same day. But there was no word in the english language that quite captured the look on his face right now. Happy sounded too weak. Awed was falling short of the mark. ''Night, Starfish,'' Shawn whispered, pressing his fingers against the glass one last time before turning away back towards Juliet's room, that look still on his face.

Henry smiled as he proceeded down the hallway to the exit. He too stopped at the nursery window. ''You've been in the world for exactly three hours and you already got him wrapped around your little finger? I worry for your mother.'' Henry scoffed. ''You'll be a handful- I can already tell.''

Henry walked out of the hospital, smirking to himself. Only time would tell just how much Juliet and just how much Shawn little Margret 'Starfish' Spencer had in her.

Me: hope you liked it! Please leave a review and tell me what you think! And feel free to drop some ideas about things you'd like to read about them doing with Starfish!

Happy Writing!