A/N: A continuation of my little universe and the next big milestone for Jamie and Eddie. This will be a long one...

6 Weeks - It's Really Happening

Eddie's eyes slid open to find the mid afternoon sun peeking through the drawn curtains of the bedroom. She'd worked a long, miserable tour overnight and felt like she could sleep through the rest of the day. Her stomach was still a little off and she was cursing the cop that introduced the stomach flu to the precinct. A lot of people, including her partner, had gone down with it at some point over the last two weeks. As a result, everyone that was healthy was getting pulled in to work extra tours. There were a couple of days she thought she was next to go down, her stomach alternating between fine and unsettled along with feeling so tired from all of the overtime she was putting in, she knew her body was fighting off the bug. She was too busy working, surrounded by sick cops, to think anything else. And she'd finally lost that battle this morning.

Jamie had already left for work by the time she got home and she'd barely made it through the front door before she'd tossed her cookies. It had left her exhausted. When she had finally made it out of the bathroom, she'd opted to forego all of her usual chores for the comfort of her bed.

Eddie grabbed Jamie's pillow and turned onto her side, hugging it to her body. She took comfort in the faint, but lingering, scent of her husband's cologne and dozed on and off for a while longer until her phone buzzed on the nightstand, signaling a text. She picked up the phone to find a message from Jamie confirming their plans to meet friends for happy hour that night. Her eyes scanned up to the time - 2:30, which meant she could sleep in a little longer - when she caught sight of the date. She put the phone down and had settled in for another snooze in the hopes it would help her feel well enough to keep their plans when a thought ran across her sleepy mind.

And her eyes snapped open in alarm.

She replayed the last month in her head and gasped when one event in particular didn't happen, like it always did...like clock work. Eddie sat up abruptly. With Jamie's pillow forgotten, it fell to ground.

"Oh my god," she whispered in shock. Her mouth hung open and her breathing quickened as to what it could mean, but she wasn't sure she was ready to really think about what it could mean.

Eddie flung the sheets off of her and scurried to the closet where she grabbed the first thing she could find in the way of clothes. She barely ran a hand through her messy blonde hair as she grabbed her purse and jacket and ran out the door to the drugstore around the corner from their apartment.


Jamie walked into the apartment and found his wife pacing the living room. To say she appeared stressed would be an understatement. She barely acknowledged his arrival as she chewed on a fingernail, lost in the million thoughts currently running through her head.

"Hey," Jamie greeted her. "What happened? I thought we were meeting up at Funkhowser's for happy hour," he asked.

"I think my happy hour days are over for a while," Eddie declared. Clearly distracted by her predicament, she continued pacing and didn't even attempt to make eye contact with her husband.

"What does that mean?" Jamie asked, baffled by the strange comment. He was becoming concerned with her odd demeanor.

Eddie tensed and shook her head, silently motioning over to the coffee table.

Jamie was confused by what Eddie was pointing to. When he stopped in front of the table and realized what was scattered haphazardly across the surface, his eyes widened and he gasped as he looked back up at his wife. "Those what I think they are?" he blurted out in a breathy voice.

Eddie nodded and continued her pacing.

Jamie glanced back down at the table. He could take a pretty good guess as to what all of the little lines on all of the sticks meant, based on Eddie's current near-panicked state, and a nervous laugh burst from his mouth when he looked at her again. Jamie ran both hands through his hair and gripped the back of his neck as he stared at the tests again to make sure they were really there. "Oh, boy," he huffed out.

Eddie caught sight of the look on his face and was perplexed to find that he wasn't clearly alarmed like she was. "What are you smiling about? We only just talked about this, Jamie! We haven't planned this! This is too soon!" she barked. Panic had set in some time ago and his reaction wasn't helping. Why wasn't he panicking right along with her?

Jamie laughed at the expression on her face. "Well, it only takes one good swimmer, babe," he said. With a stunned smile etched upon his face, he walked over to block her pacing.

"That's not funny!" Eddie shouted while pointing a finger at him. Her wide eyes sought some sort of reassurance from her husband. "What're we gonna do?" she asked.

Jamie put his hands on her arms, squeezing them gently as he looked down at her shocked face. "We're gonna have a baby," he told her with some wonder in his voice. "Come here," he instructed and pulled her in for a hug. The smile wouldn't leave his face. "I can't believe this is happening," he said.

Eddie wrapped her arms around his waist. Her eyes started to tear up, not quite believing she could really be pregnant.

"This is amazing, Eddie," he whispered into her ear.

She released a half sob and Jamie pulled back to get a look at her face.

"You want this, right?" he asked. He wondered if she was having doubts about the whole idea despite their discussion.

Eddie sniffled and looked into his eyes. "What? Of course. I mean, we talked about it, right? We both want this, but I just thought it wouldn't be so soon. That it would take longer to happen! And, you know, give me time to really get used to the idea. I wanted to get used to the idea first! It's not supposed to happen this fast!" she ranted. "I've never been around babies, Jamie!" She wanted nothing more than to have a family with Jamie, she just didn't think it would be happening now.

"Well, you'll have nine months to get used to it, 'cause it looks like it's really happening," Jamie told her.

Eddie gave him a teary smile and dropped her forehead against his chest. "Oh my God," she whimpered as another wave of shock washed over her entire body.

"Guess we now know the real reason why you've been feeling so lousy," Jamie commented. He rubbed her back gently and she began to relax against him.

"I can't believe I didn't realize..." she trailed off. She still couldn't believe she'd lost track of time.

Jamie kissed the top of her head. "So what now?" he wondered while continuing to soothe his frazzled wife. He, on the other hand, was ready to burst at the idea of being a father in the very near future.

"I don't know," Eddie mumbled into his sweater. "I guess I have to go to the doctor," she assumed. She looked up at Jamie and pointed a finger at him again, in warning. "But this is just between you and me, Reagan. I mean it! Until we confirm it –"

"What's to confirm?" he interrupted. "You took like half a dozen tests! Wouldn't one have been enough?" he asked as he looked over at all of the positive pregnancy tests on the coffee table.

"There were so many to choose from! And I don't know, what if one was bad or something?" Eddie stammered. She didn't think she'd forget the look on the cashier's face when she'd approached the counter. She must have thought she was a crazy person until she'd dumped the contents of her shopping basket on the counter. The woman had smirked back at her after taking in the items: six different brands and types of pregnancy tests. She had no idea which one would be more accurate, so she bought them all. And a bottle of ginger ale because she knew she was going to need to pee a lot for all of the tests. She'd been ready to run out of the store with her purchase, but could only glare at the cashier when she made her wait for her receipt and a four foot long strip of coupons that had printed out along with it.

"Well, all six can't be wrong," Jamie countered.

"Still, not a word until I go to the doctor," Eddie warned.

"We go to the doctor," he corrected. "Let me know when, and I'll go with you." Jamie thought for a second and asked, "What about work?"

"What about work?" she asked in return.

"Obviously we can't let your CO know before we tell the family. Department gossips will have that news spreading all the way to 1PP before lunch," Jamie pointed out. "And you're on patrol," he added.

"Yeah, I know that, Reagan," she shot back with one raised eyebrow.

"Well…," Jamie trailed off. He didn't want to sound like a macho Neanderthal, but she was carrying his baby. She was a very capable cop, but he still worried about her out there, especially since he wasn't there to be back her up. And now she was pregnant…but Jamie kept his mouth shut. He had his own opinion on the matter, but he needed to let her be the one to decide when she was ready to stop working patrol.

"I don't know, I guess I'll ask the doctor," Eddie replied, oblivious to his true concerns about the job. "At some point, I'm gonna get stuck behind a desk," she groaned. "I'm not looking forward to that. I wasn't meant to work in an office."

"Well, it wouldn't be forever," he stated. But it couldn't come soon enough, Jamie thought.

Eddie nodded, the shock dropping from her face to be replaced with a soft smile. "We're gonna be someone's parents. How scary is that?" she asked in awe of the situation.

Jamie grinned. "Pretty terrifying," he replied. He leaned down and kissed his wife, wrapping his arms around her again.