Anon prompt: CopDoc-Can you do one over Lauren telling Tamsin she is pregnant?


Lauren sat on the toilet staring at piece of plastic held tightly in her hand, and let a chuckle bubble out of her as she tossed it in to the trashcan to join the other three just like it. Her head spinning, she operated on autopilot as she slowly stood and washed her hands – the smile never leaving her face, and more happy chuckles falling from her lips periodically as she rubbed her hands together under the hot water. Just as she motioned to turn the water off, she heard the front door open and close and the bellowing of her wife as she came home from a long day of work.

"Lauren?", Tamsin called out for her as she walks further in to the house, dropping her keys in the dish by the door, "I'm home, babe. Today was complete shit, please tell me you got the chance to run out and get more beer?"

Lauren heard the valkyrie let out a relieved sigh as she opened the fridge, followed by the distinctive pop of a beer bottle being opened. Nervously wringing her hands, and trying to reign in her thoughts, Lauren slowly descended the stairs. Tamsin catches sight of her as she rounds the corner and smiles through the beer bottle pressed against her lips.

"There she is!", Tamsin says as she lowers the bottle and walks over to greets Lauren with a loving kiss. "How are you, hotpants?"

"Oh, I'm okay. Boring day", Lauren lies, placing a soft kiss on the valkyrie's cheek. "How was work?"

Tamsin takes a step back and jumps over the back of the couch, landing on the cushions with a solid thud, narrowly avoiding spilling her already almost empty beer all over herself. Lauren chuckles as she ventures to the fridge to fetch her wife another beer.

"I had to chase down this particularly fucking gross skunk ape that stole a bunch of shit from some old broad's estate sale. He ran straight in to Light territory, where I got my ass handed to me by some stupid shifter kids."

"Shifters?", Lauren walks around the couch to eye her wife carefully, looking for any injuries. She hands the fresh beer to Tamsin, which she happily accepts. "Are you okay?"

The valkyrie send a shit eating grin her way and offered the doctor a wink before pulling back the collar of her jacket to reveal one small cut with a single stitch in it.

"Fared much better than they did."

"Where was Dyson?"

"He and the succuslut had some other leads to follow."

"Well", Lauren sighs as she takes a seat next to Tamsin on the couch and takes her empty bottle from her – Tamsin had a terrible habit of placing the empty bottles between the couch cushions, swearing up and down that she'll remember to grab them later (of course, later never came, and when Lauren stumbled in exhausted from the lab in the wee hours of the morning and collapsed on the couch, she usually found them with her head or the boniest part of her hip). "I'm glad you're okay. If it makes your day any better, I have some news."

Tamsin pops open the fresh beer and tosses the cap on to the coffee table to join her empty bottle.

"News?", she says with a raised eyebrow as she takes a long sip. "Good or bad?"

Lauren fights the urge to blurt the word 'good' out, and instead shrugs. Tamsin leaves her eyebrow arched at the doctor and motions with her hand for her to continue.

"Well, you know that experiment I've been working on? The one for… uh, the one for us?"

Immediately, Tamsin forgets her beer and sits up to take Lauren's hand. She eyes the doctor seriously, looking for any tell-tale signs of either good or bad news etched on the doctor's face. Just as the valkyrie knew would happen, though, Lauren is excellent at hiding her true emotions.

"And?"

"It worked", Lauren says quietly, letting a small smile pull at the corner of her lips.

"It worked?", Tamsin repeats. Lauren's experiment had 'worked' a few times before, only to not really work in the end, leaving both of them feeling much worse than they probably should have – she was not ready to get excited just yet, though she couldn't deny that her heart was definitely beating faster and there was a smile she was holding back that would threaten to break her face in two. "Like, you figured it out 110% and you know you can do it now, or…?"

"Tamsin. It worked. I'm pregnant", Lauren whispers. Unable to hide her excitement any longer, Lauren lets out an uncharacteristically excited squeak and wraps her arms around the valkyrie's neck. Tamsin, her brain still wrapping around the words, fell against her wife with her eyes wide and mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find words.

"You're… pregnant?"

Lauren pulls back and nods excitedly at the blonde, who takes a huge sip of her beer before placing it on the coffee table.

"With… my kid?"

"Of course with your kid, Tamsin."

"And you're sure?", the valkyrie questions, sending a nervous glance to Lauren's taut stomach, finding it hard to imagine. "Like, really sure?"

The doctor chuckles at her.

"I've already done three tests. And I have one more upstairs, just in case. I'll do a blood test at the lab tomorrow… but yes. I'm pretty sure."

Not needing any more assurance, the valkyrie lets out an excited cheer, fist pumps and all, before pulling Lauren in to a tight embrace. The doubt would come later – Lauren's doubts on her ability to devote the time a child deserved to him or her, Tamsin's doubts about whether or not she will make a good parent at all. They will fight over baby names, Tamsin's erratic working hours, the apartment they'll have to move out of, and the apartment they end up moving in to, what kind of car to buy, what color to paint the baby's room, and every single thing in between. But right now, in each others arms, they only felt the purest kind of happiness either of the had ever felt in their lives.

"We're having a baby. You're having my baby", Tamsin says as she slowly breaks the embrace, peppering Lauren's cheeks and forehead in gentle kisses. Lauren smiles at her, relishing in the feeling of Tamsin's soft lips on her skin and the palpable feeling of joy emanating off of both of the women. "Our baby."

Grabbing both sides of Tamsin's face, Lauren pulls her in for a searing kiss. The doctor presses their foreheads together, a single tear escaping only to be wiped away by a gentle sweep of Tamsin's thumb on her cheek.

"We're having a baby."