Amy smiled as she looked up from her phone and glimpsed Jake asleep on the hospital bed. He had been working hard and well with his physical therapy to improve his walking and arm-use again. His arm was still in a sling, but was expected to be out and healed in under a month. His leg on the other hand was never expected to be fully recovered, and he was always expected to walk with a subtle limp. The bullet had actually been shot in his knee, and had caused permanent damage to the cap. But Amy wasn't going to give up hope.
She continued to look over at her sleeping husband with a grin until she got a text message from Boyle.
Hey, Amy, I was just wondering, what are you getting Jake for your anniversary tomorrow? It said
Amy became paralyzed as more and more messages came through from the same contact, giving her suggestions on what to get him.
In all the panic, and surgery, and therapy, and recovery, Amy had completely forgotten that May 15th, their wedding anniversary, was in fact, tomorrow.
She stood up from her seat and began quietly pacing nervously by the side of the bed. "Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap!" She repeated, quietly in an effort not to wake her sleeping husband.
Her efforts though, proved ineffective. A dry and tired voice caught her attention, "Ames? What's going on?" Jake wondered worriedly.
"Sorry, babe, I didn't mean to wake you, I'm just kinda stressing." Amy sighed, stopping herself by the room door.
Jake shuffled himself upwards the furthest his body would allow him to. He used his right hand to tap the bed edge, convincing her to sit down.
Instead of sitting on the bed, she pulled the chair closer and sat down on that. Jake turned to her and smiled across at her. "What's up?" He kindly and gently asked.
"Jake, I've completely forgotten our anniversary, which by the way, is tomorrow." She began, being unable to finish as Jake hushed in before.
"Ames, don't worry about our anniversary." He said with a kind twinkle in his eye.
"Really?" She wondered, raising her eyebrow high.
"Of course," He put his hand in Amy's. "Because you have given me an amazing year of marriage. I saved kid's lives, and you risked your own to find me. If you had been shot, there would be a chance you wouldn't be here, and certainty that our baby wouldn't. The only gift you can give me is being here, alive... I don't need anything more. You are the love of my life, and having you taken away from me would have been devastating. I wouldn't be able to get out of bed. You can only comfort me, and make sure you don't risk you life for me again. That's what you can give me. A healthy life, a healthy baby, and don't die on me, Ames. It may seem like I'm asking a lot, but if I was to lose you, I'd loose my heart too."
Amy's vision became blurry, and with one blink, she had several tears strolling down her cheeks. She wiped them away with her sleeve and kissed Jake hard. When she parted the kiss, their foreheads stayed connected. She smiled and looked into Jake's eyes. "You're the love of my life too, Peralta. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Jake gently pushed her away, them both still staring into each other's eyes. He smiled at the slight twinkle of reflection that appeared from the large beaming light coming in from the giant, glaring window on the other side of the room. "Although, maybe watching a Die Hard movie?"
Amy laughed. "I've got an idea," She announced, making Jake beam. She winked at him, and he raised his eyebrow.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" He wondered.
Amy nodded. "Depends what your thinking." She mentioned, before kissing him tightly again.
Jake parted away quickly and smiled. "Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay," He repeated over and over, before being cut short by Amy's lips against his, shushing him quiet.
The morning sunrise was shining through the open bottom of the blind, radiating on to the cold, tile hospital floor, making it glisten and show an orange reflection. Outside, the wind was slowly blowing past the window, making a gentle and freeing breeze, marking a new beginning on a new day. The clouds parted by the sun, making the large, orange, gas giant visible in the pink and blue sky behind. It was like a canvas, without the paint. Inside, Jake and Amy were both cuddling together, still asleep, and finding comfort in each other's arms.
A nurse came in, and quietly approached the side of the bed. She smiled down at the sleeping couple, before replacing Jake's IV. As she was walking back out, Amy lifted her head up.
"Oh, I'm sorry to wake you, but I just had to change your husband's IV line." The nurse apologized.
Amy blew it off, rubbing her eyes. "That's fine. I'm going to have to wake Jake up anyway."
The nurse nodded, before leaving. Amy turned to her sleeping husband. Husband of exactly one-year. She gently shook his shoulder, and within two shakes, he opened his eyes, instantly smiling at the sight of his wife.
"Happy anniversary, Jake," Amy smiled. "How are you feeling this morning?"
Jake nodded. "Actually alright," Amy smiled at him. "'Cause I'm with you."
Amy kissed him, ignoring his morning breath. She pulled apart, but continued to smile at him.
"Happy one-year, Ames." Jake broke in.
Amy happily stood up from the bed, walking over to her bag that was sitting on the chair. She took out an envelope, looking at the front and smiling. She handed it to Jake, and he took in out of her hand with his only good one. He raised his eyebrows with suspicion.
"I thought you gave me my present last night." He mentioned, still looking at the envelope.
"That was the starter." Amy smiled with a visible wink.
"'That was the starter' Title of our sex tape." Jake laughed.
Amy gave Jake a death stare whilst he continued to grin. "And the sex tape is available." She joined in.
Amy began smiling, and Jake gave her a death stare. Instead of adding more jokes, Jake opened the envelope immediately after. Amy smiled as he opened the note inside.
"Happy anniversary, babe," Amy smiled, reading his expression.
Jake smiled down at the note, pushing away the urge to cry out. Amy handed him a wrapped present, and he immediately began tearing it open like an excited toddler. It was a framed picture of Jake and Amy on their wedding. He was brought back to the memory of how much the day had been a giant disaster, before becoming the best day of his life after Charles made the ceremony outside the Precinct. They looked so happy, and even with the whole shooting incident, he was as happy as he was on that day, exactly one-year-ago.
Amy handed him a card. Inside was a printed sonogram, something he had seen many of recently. Written in bulk next to the picture was the best present he could have been given. The words read, "Ten little fingers, Ten little toes, two little eyes, one little nose, one little mouth, two little ears, I know this poem will cause lots of cheers. So, is it pink? Or is it blue? I think it's time that you here knew. The doctor searched while baby turned, and with her next three words, here's what I learned... She told me then, that it is true, we'll be buying lots of blue!"
Jake looked up with Amy with a giant smile. She returned the look and he asked in a stutter, "We... we... we're having a... boy?"
Amy nodded. "Surprise."
Jake called her in and he hugged her tightly. He kissed her neck and made his way to her lips, where they stayed like that for a while.
