AN: So just a short little one shot that has been running through my head for a few days and I had to write it down. This takes place about five years from now.
"Yeah, that's good little guy. Whoa you were hungry I swear you got your mother's appetite." Jamie Reagan said to his son. "Also I love how I leave you're wearing your future Harvard freshman onesie and I come back you're wearing a NYPD one." Once the baby was done with the bottle Jamie put it down and grabbed a cloth diaper and threw it over his shoulder. "All right give Daddy one good burp and we can go to sleep."
Four pats on the back later and the burp came with a tiny bit of vomit. "Good job you're not the first one to throw up on Daddy tonight. "A perp threw up on Daddy at work. Doesn't being a sergeant sound awesome?
"Yeah that's my little champ." Jamie swaddled his son in a blanket and sat down on the chair. "So I know Mommy tells you stories to fall asleep but I don't really have any good ones. I wish I had brought some 61 reports to read to you, you would be out in like ten seconds."
"So did I ever tell you the story of how Mommy and I decided what to name you? Well you're two months old so I doubt it. So your middle name came from your Uncle Joe who passed away. That changed my whole life around. Daddy was going to be a lawyer probably stuck in some office all day but then I realized I wanted to go into the family business instead. Side note never feel any pressure to be a cop. Okay?" Jamie said as he tickled the baby's foot. "And I love it, I love being a cop. So we have Uncle Joe to thank for Daddy deciding to head onto the job. I know what you're thinking. Daddy that's my middle name what about my first name?"
"I'll tell you. After his FTO Daddy had his first actual partner. Vinnie Cruz and I did not get along at first. Nope we butted heads a lot but it taught me to learn to work with new people. We actually got along really well after a little while." Jamie choked a little on the next words. "Vinnie died in the line of duty. That was one of the worst days ever for Daddy. But if Vinnie hadn't passed away Daddy wouldn't have gotten a new partner. I was expecting from the name for this new partner well first off to be a guy, big, possibly fat probably with some kind of sweating issue. Instead… instead I get this short, sassy, opinionated bottomless pit of a stomach partner. But she grew on me, we became awesome friends and then I fell in love with her."
Eddie walked into the living room to see her husband and son on the couch. "And I'm sure you're smart enough to figure out Daddy is talking about Mommy. Then we had to get different partners because we started dating and then we got married and had you." Eddie said as she took the baby from Jamie.
"How long have you been listening?"
"Long enough to tell you whenever I put him in the Harvard onesie he spits up all over it. Isn't that right my little peapod?"
"He's peapod, I'm lamb chop is there anyone you don't give food nicknames too." Jamie asked as he shifted so his arm was wrapped around Eddie.
"So did you enjoy Daddy's story? Now you know where you're name comes from don't you Vincent Joseph? Awww he fell asleep."
"Here hand me Vinnie and I'll put him in his crib." Jamie said and placed Vinnie down to sleep. Once Jamie was back in the living room he asked. "You still enjoying maternity leave?"
"Yeah I'm going to miss spending all my time with him but I can't wait to get back out there."
"I'm sure every food vendor in the 12th misses you." Jamie said and Eddie smacked him with a pillow.
"Nice Reagan."
"One little joke and I'm back to Reagan."
"Love you too." Eddie said, "Come on let's go to sleep."
AN: Thanks for reading!