So, due to power-outages I ended up studying for five hours in a McDonald's yesterday...which gave me an idea for another One-Shot! I think you'll figure out when this one takes place... Also, I should probably start giving these titles, so how 'bout:

The Study Session

"Jules! Come on, I've never studied for anything!" Shawn sat at the kitchen table with books and pamphlets scattered everywhere and a deep desire to be doing anything but this.

"You're studying for this Shawn, it's important!"

"Fine...I guess I could skim through these." Shawn let out as loud a sigh as he could manage and flipped open the cover of the book directly in front of him.

"I'm going to start vacuuming, but you better read, I'll know if you haven't!" Juliet walked toward the closet and pulled out their newest appliance, a Dyson vacuum cleaner. It was the only way she had a chance of Shawn doing vacuuming, he loved the big yellow ball...

"How?" He called from the other room.

"You're not the only fake-psychic around Mr. Spencer, I can 'sense' it!" Finding out Shawn was a fake had been difficult all those years ago, but now it was basically just a running joke. Anytime one of them guessed the ending to a movie, or finished the other's sentence it was because of a 'psychic vision' of some sort. She plugged in the vacuum and started maneuvering it around the living room floor. After several minutes, she heard her husband yell "I'm running to the store!" in a panicked voice-he had been reading.

After a very stressful hour or reading and purchasing, Shawn unlocked the front door, burst in, dropped his bags, and grabbed the vacuum from his wife. "You should be resting. Or doing water aerobics maybe. Or singing! We should sing together!"

Juliet just laughed, "Shawn, I wanted you to read those books so you'd be prepared, not so you'd-"

"Prepared! I am! I mean we will be now. I bought those outlet cover things, and some foam to put on corners, and baby gates, and child safety locks for all the cabinets and drawers. I was going to buy a crib, but I figured you'd want to be there for that, but I got a couple brands that haven't had to recall cribs for killing babies. Jules-babies can get hurt so many different ways!"

She switched off the vacuum and pulled Shawn into a hug. She wasn't even showing yet, but he was still so cautious to not squeeze her tight. "Shawn, you're going to be an amazing father."

"But what if I'm not? What if I play too rough with him or her, or I get distracted and they get hurt, or-"

"Do you love me?" She asked, cutting of his ramble.

"Yes, so very much."

"Do you love the baby?"

"Yes, of course, but-"

"No buts Shawn. I know you, I love you, you're ready-or you will be in six months when I'm due. A little bit of fear is good, but too much is crippling, so for right now just focus on fulfilling my cravings, ok?" She looked deep into his hazel eyes, hoping he was having a 'psychic vision' right now.

"Of course, anything my dear." Studying could wait, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. Shawn was astounded, he was in his own house, kissing his wife who was carrying his baby. Maybe growing up wasn't such a bad thing.

So, I don't know if I like it quite as much as the first, but it's still fun to write :) Let me know what you think!