Title: Married Adventures
Rating: T
Pairing: Shules, some Lassiter/Marlowe
Spoilers: kind of if you're not up to season 8
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. If I did Maggie would never be allowed to leave!

I haven't written any fanfic and months and boom I write this fic which ended up being 30 pages in word. I wrote it all in an app on my phone and transferred it to word.

I hope you enjoy it!

Juliet got home from work, put some things away, did a few chores, completed a simple test, and wondered if she should text Shawn to see when he would be home. She usually didn't get home too much earlier than him unless and he Gus were playing video games and lost track of time.

"Jules, I'm home!" Shawn called as he closed the door behind him, "and I brought you delicious smelling Chinese food."

"You're such a nice husband," Juliet smiled.

Shawn and Juliet had been married for 5 months, 1 week, and 3 days. Shawn congratulated his dad on finally having another Detective Spencer in the family.

They got married on a pier. When Juliet first suggested it Shawn thought she was messing with him. But she assured him she wasn't and told him it was romantic and easier than wearing heels on the beach. Their reception had been on the beach but Juliet had taken off her shoes by then and replaced them with flip flops. Shawn wondered why she could wear flip flops to the reception and not the actual wedding but thought it best not ask.

Their ring bearer was almost one-year-old Matthew Lassiter. He was assisted by his father and the rings were tied to the pillow so the toddler couldn't drop them.

"Yes, well I do have the threat of Lassie shooting me if I do anything to hurt you," Shawn joked, setting down the Chinese on the kitchen island.

"That smells really good today," Juliet commented. "Shawn, before we eat I have something to tell you."

"Is Saved by the Bell doing a modern-day remake like Boy Meets World?" He guessed, sitting on one of the stools.

"No..." She replied, wondering briefly why he would think that was what she had to tell him. She took a deep breath to calm herself before telling him. "We are going to have a baby."

In the couple seconds after Juliet's announcement several pieces of information connected in Shawn's head. 1) Yes, they were. That's what they talked about. 2) She stopped taking her birth control 3 months and 2 weeks ago. 3) That Chinese did smell exceptionally good today. 4) Gus didn't give him back his hat!

"I know, Jules. We talked about babies and how we could create one."

Juliet smiled, reaching to take his hand in hers. "We have created one...or started to. I'm pregnant."

Then it all clicked for him and a smile spread across his face. He tugged Juliet's hand to pull her closer and he kissed her softly.

"How did we even do that already? You said it would take at least 6 months for your body to know things," he gestured in circles around her abdomen, "were good or normal or whatever."

"I guess we're just surprisingly fertile," she grinned.

He placed his hands on her flat stomach, "How far along are we? Can we call the baby Pineapple?"

She laughed, "6 or 7 weeks. I should have had my period a couple weeks ago but I figured being late a week would be normal. But then it was two weeks and at two and a half weeks in addition to feeling nauseous the last few days, I thought I would take a test."

Shawn leaned down so his head was level with her stomach.

"Greetings Baby Pineapple. I have much to teach you!

Juliet sat at her desk working on paperwork, Carlton doing the same at his desk adjacent to hers. She didn't normally like paperwork but she was tired today so the tedious work was a nice break.

"Jules!" She heard Shawn's enthusiastic greeting. He stopped in front of her desk and half sat on the corner.

"Hi Shawn," she smiled, putting down her pen and leaning back in her chair.

"Spencer, what are you doing here?" Lassiter asked.

"I can't come visit my favorite detectives?"

Gus, lagging behind his eternally excited friend, made it to the group, a corned beef sandwich in his hand.

Juliet caught a whiff of the sandwich and, while normally it would smell wonderful, her pregnant brain decided it was most definitely not a good smell.

"Gus, please get rid if that," she demanded as nicely as possible. She leaned forward putting her elbows on her desk, leaning her head in her hands, and tried taking deep breaths.

Gus looked at Shawn and then Lassiter, "but I just got it."

Shawn, having stood up and circled around Juliet's desk, was rubbing her back. "Just get rid of it!"

"But-"

"I will buy you a new one, Gus. Go!"

Gus, somewhat reluctantly, walked back down the hall to throw away his perfectly good sandwich.

Shawn, still rubbing her back, leaned down the whisper: "is it better at all?"

"It's getting better," she whispered back.

"Should we tell them?" He asked.

She nodded, lifting her head from her hands. The smell had gone, as had her nausea. "If we don't, Lassiter will be mad he didn't know sooner and I'm surprised you have told Gus yet."

"So am I!" He replied, causing his wife to laugh.

Gus returned, sandwich-less, "Sorry about that, Juliet."

"It's okay," she smiled, she and Shawn both standing up.

Lassiter had gotten up and joined Gus. "What was that about O'Hara?"

Lassiter still called her O'Hara partially because he refused to call her Spencer and partially because if he did call her Spencer, that would get confusing when Shawn was around. O'Hara had become a nickname for her like Lassie had become his nickname.

"Well that's what we need to tell you," Juliet told them. Shawn took her hand and they walked around her desk to stand in a small circle with Gus and Lassiter.

"That you hate corned beef?" Asked Lassiter.

"You're not good at guessing, Lassie," Shawn shook his head.

"Shawn and I are having a baby," she told them with a smile.

Gus and Lassiter congratulated the pair, hugging them both. Yes, Lassiter actually hugged Shawn.

"How far along are you?" Gus asked, "When did you find out?"

Juliet relayed the story she told Shawn of how she came to suspect she was pregnant and take a test.

"Spencer, you're psychic and you didn't know?" Lassiter chuckled.

Saving Shawn from answering that question was Chief Vick.

"What didn't he know?" She asked.

"Jules is pregnant!" Shawn proudly told Karen.

"Congratulations!" She replied with a smile, "I was starting to wonder. You haven't had any coffee, you seemed more tired and you made Mr. Guster throw away his lunch."

Juliet looked a little embarrassed about the Chief's last observation, "it just smelled so bad!"

"Don't worry," Karen assured her, "it happens and it goes away. Finish the paperwork you're working on and take the rest of the day, congratulations again."

"Thank you!" Juliet and Shawn replied before the chief went back to her office.

Lassiter went back to his desk and Shawn turned to Juliet. "You get to leave early!"

"Yeah. Go buy Gus a new sandwich and I'll call you when I'm leaving."

Shawn gave her a quick kiss; "See you in a little bit."

8 weeks, 4 days

The last week and a half of Juliet's known pregnancy had been harder than she thought. Morning sickness didn't just come in the morning; it came at 11am, after lunch, well into the afternoon, sometimes even around dinner.

Marlowe had been a huge help, giving Juliet some of her left over ginger tea and suggesting various techniques that had helped her.

The last couple days had been good to Juliet. She even said it was okay for Gus to come over for movies.

"Okay, Jules. What does Baby Pineapple say we can eat?" Shawn asked. The movies were picked out, just just needed to get the snacks sorted.

"Pizza would be okay but no mushrooms. But popcorn is iffy..."

Shawn nodded, "no popcorn. Got it."

"Man! What about chocolate?" Asked Gus.

"Oh yeah. Chocolate is very okay," Juliet said, "sorry about the popcorn."

"Don't you worry about that," Shawn rubbed her lower back, "Gus will get over it."

Juliet smiled, "I'll order the pizza. Do you guys want any cheese sticks?"

"Yes, please, honey!"

"Yes, thank you Juliet."

Juliet surprised the guys by eating 4 pieces of pizza and 3 pieces of cheese bread.

She set her plate on the coffee table and leaned back into her spot on the end of the couch, nestled next to Shawn. The guys looked at her incredulously.

"What?" She asked.

"Sweetie you have just eaten more than we have ever seen you eat."

Juliet laughed, "I guess Baby Pineapple was hungry."

"I'm impressed," said Gus, reaching across Shawn to offer Juliet a fist bump, which she accepted and returned.

Part way through the middle of the second movie, Shawn was going to get up to get more drinks but Juliet was snuggled into his side and a quick glance told him she was asleep.

"Gus," he whispered.

"What?" He whispered back.

"Get more drinks."

"You get more drinks!" Gus whispered forcefully.

"Dude," Shawn said quietly, "my pregnant wife is asleep. Do you know how cranky she can get when you wake her up?"

"You are going to use this as an excuse a lot, aren't you?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Drinks!"

10 weeks, 2 days

Shawn and Juliet spent the first part of the morning at the Ob/Gyn. Juliet had an exam and spoke with her doctor while Shawn was distracted playing with a pair of rubber gloves. When the doctor mentioned performing an ultrasound to date the pregnancy - Shawn thought that was an interesting phrase - and find out an approximate due date, Shawn quickly lost the gloves and focused on the more interesting part of being at a lady doctor; even if that doctor was not actually a lady.

Shawn and Juliet left the doctor's office. In the car, Juliet noticed that Shawn was quiet and more fidgety than usual. They had to stop at home for her to get changed before work. A pantsuit was not very practical to wear to the doctor. That, and the Chief told her not to come in until 11.

"Shawn," she began when they got home, "is everything okay?"

He hesitated for a moment. "What if I can't do it? What if I'm a terrible father?"

"You," she took his hands, "will be an amazing father. Sure you're immature at times but that's part of why I love you. You're sweet and caring and you are very serious when you need to be."

"Jules, I'm going to be responsible for a tiny human person."

"So am I. And there isn't anyone else is rather be responsible for a tiny human person with than you," she smiled at him.

Shawn kissed her softly. "I love you, Jules. Thank you."

"I love you, too. Now go show Gus the ultrasound like I know you want to," she grinned, "I have to get moving."

"Gus!" Shawn shouted when he got to the Psych office.

Gus looked up from his laptop, "Hey, Shawn."

"You will be an uncle on or around October 15th," Shawn announced, producing a ultrasound photo, "and the Pineapple looks suspiciously like an alien."

"Your baby does not look like an alien, Shawn," Gus said, looking at the picture, "are you going to find out if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Yeah, of course. They said they'll be able to tell between 16 and 20 weeks."

"When are you going to tell your dad?" Asked Gus, handing back the photo.

Shawn put the ultrasound on his desk next to the picture of him and Juliet. "Soon. You and I need to go buy a crib."

"A crib? I don't know anything about cribs!"

"Gus, don't be a half-empty lifeboat," Shawn told him, "Jules and I already picked one. We need to go buy it and take it home."

11 weeks, 5 days

Juliet answered the door, expecting their visitor.

"Hi Henry," she smiled, letting in her father-in-law.

"Hey dad!" Shawn called.

Henry closed the door behind him, "Hello. Shawn said he had something to show me."

"Yep!" Replied Shawn, "follow me."

Henry followed Shawn through the house. Juliet followed after them.

When his dad began following him, Shawn asked, "remember when I wanted a dog but you made me build a dog house first to prove I was responsible?"

"Yeah...are you two getting a dog?" Henry inquired.

"No," Shawn shook his head, stopping outside a door, "it's something cooler."

Shawn opened the door to show his father the room, a crib the only furniture in the room.

"I have to say, it was a lot easier to put together," Shawn continued, smiling at Juliet, "maybe because it came with instructions."

Henry got over his initial shock. "Are you pregnant?"

"11 weeks," Juliet grinned.

Shawn threw his arms out, "you're going to be a grandpa!"

"Congratulations!" Henry smiled, hugging Juliet then Shawn.

"Thank you," Juliet replied, leaning against the doorframe as Henry went to inspect the crib.

Shawn stood just behind Juliet, his hand resting on her lower back while Henry walked around the crib, touching this and that, making sure it met his standards.

"You did a good job, kid."