"Jake? Did you hear me?" Amy asked as she watched her husband from across the kitchen. He had been eating a bowl of cereal and flicking though a case file that he had brought home to work on. Now he stood still as stone with his spoon hanging in mid-air. "Jake?"
Amy crossed the kitchen and took the spoon out of his hand before he dropped it. Jake's eyes hadn't followed her across the room so he was now staring at nothing with his mouth hanging wide open.
"Pregnant," he mumbled, still staring across the room at the spot where Amy had been standing. "Pregnant?"
"Yeah Jake," Amy nodded. Jake turned to face her so fast that Amy was a little startled.
"Pregnant," he laughed, placing his hands on his hips and slightly leaning back on his heels. "Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. Pregnant huh? That's cool. Very cool. Super cool. I'm totally calm right now, I don't why you're freaking out Amy! Stop freaking out!"
"Jake!" Amy laughed, laying her hands on her husband's shoulders, "you're the one freaking out right now. Just breathe okay?"
"Okay," Jake nodded, showing no signs of calming down. "Cool."
"See Ames, I'm totally calm right now," Jake rambled as they approached the precinct in the elevator, the other floors slowly passed them by. "Totally cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool."
The elevator doors sprung open before them. Amy gave Jake one last look before walking out into the precinct. She greeted the first person she saw in her totally normal way before heading towards her desk. She assumed, wrongly, that Jake was right behind her.
"Hey there Jake!" she heard Boyle say, overly chipper as usually.
"I'm totally calm Boyle! Stop interrogating me!" Jake yelled and rushed off down the corridor towards the evidence room.
"Dear lord," Amy sighed as she took her jacket off and hung it over the back of her chair.
"Is everything okay with Peralta?" Captain Holt asked Amy, appearing from nowhere behind her.
"He's… He's being Jake," Amy replied.
Boyle hurried back down the corridor that he had followed Jake down and made her way towards Amy. He looked highly confused and a little scared.
"What did you do?" Boyle questioned, "you broke him."
"I'll go talk to him," Amy sighed and made her way towards the evidence room.
When she pushed the door to the evidence room open slowly as to not make any sudden movements and startle him, she stopped Jake pacing up and down the small room. He had one hand buried in his hair and one on his hip as he paced furiously.
"Jake," Amy said quietly.
"Ames," he breathed, stopping and turning to face her immediately, "I think I scared Boyle."
"Yeah, no kidding," Amy laughed as she approached him, "come on Jake. Why are you freaking out so much? We knew this was going to happen eventually, we talked about this."
"I know we did," Jake nodded, taking Amy's hands in his own, "and I'm not saying that this isn't what I want, it just… surprised me."
"I know what you mean," Amy agreed, "I didn't expect it to happen right now. We were careful."
"Ames, I can barely look after myself let alone a baby," Jake admitted, "what if I end up like Sarge when the twins were born. I don't want to be stuck behind a desk."
"You won't be," Amy insisted, "and you're so good with the Sarge's kids. We'll be fine, we'll figure it out."
"I guess," Jake nodded, "sorry for freaking out."
"I expected a lot more to be honest, Jake."
Later that day, when the dust had settled, Amy and Jake asked everybody to join them in the break room. Rosa complained about it and Gina made a snide comment (all in jest of course) about being moved from her desk but she still followed her colleagues anyway.
"What's going on guys?" Sarge asked as he closed the door to the break room behind him.
"You aren't getting a divorce, are you? That would totally ruin everything I had planned for us!" Charles exclaimed, seemingly genuinely distressed at the prospect.
"No!" Jake replied as the crew all looked at Boyle in surprise, "of course not and I did not agree to any planned future Charles! But we do have some news."
"I'm pregnant," Amy smiled. There were a few moments of stunned silence before the break room erupted. Terry lifted Jake off of his feet in a hug. Boyle began lecturing Amy on the do's and don'ts of pregnancy. Captain Holt offered his congratulations. Hitchcock and Scully started crying. Even Rosa cracked a smile.
"Is that what your crazy meltdown was all about?" Gina asked without looking up from her phone.
"Psssh. No. Of course not," Jake laughed, "I was freaking out about… the weather… taxes… climate ch- okay yeah. I was freaking out about it."
"You don't need to freak out Jake," Terry said, "you're going to be an awesome father."
"Thanks Sarge," Jake smiled.
"Hey, you now what a cool baby name would be?" Boyle asked, half trying to make up for his earlier slip up.
"John McCl-" Jake began, preparing to high-five his best friend.
"No!" the entire Nine-Nine yelled in unison. Jake and Boyle both dropped their hands.
"Fine. Whatever," Jake said, "I was clearly joking guys. Pssh. Please. I totally wasn't going to suggest that. Just John then?"