A/N: A pregnant Juliet is staying home due to morning sickness. Set after the finale in SF.
Dear Diary,
I swear, pregnancy is going to be the death of me. I'm home sick for the second time this week, and when I am at work everyone treats me like a porcelain doll. I'm head detective; I should be the one telling people to stay back while I go into potentially dangerous situations, not the other way around! How long until this baby is out? Seven months? God, that feels like eternity.
It's all gonna be worth it though. Shawn and I are having a baby! Oh my God, we're gonna be parents! I mean, I've been pregnant for nearly two months, and we were trying for longer, but I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole concept.
Ugh, I'm feeling nauseous again. I'll be in the bathroom.
Well, while Jules is busy introducing her breakfast to the toilet, I guess I'll chime in here. It's been a long time, hasn't it, Juliet's Diary? We've been busy, you know... baby making. Soon enough we're going to have a little Starfish Spencer. And yes, that is so going to be his/her name no matter what Jules says. Either that or Pineapple. And you know, I happen to be very fond of porcelain dolls.
Shawn, why are you always stealing my diary? Do you know how annoying it is? And we've been over this: our child is not going to be named Starfish. Or Pineapple. Can't we just pick a normal name?
Sweetie, all the most accomplished people of history have had original names. Lukewarm van Beethoven, Ponyboy Curtis, Lassie's great great grandfather... what's his face? Mustard?
Shawn, his name was Ludwig, not Lukewarm. And Ponyboy is a fictional character, from a fictional book.
I've heard it both ways. And Jules, you should go lay down and get some rest; you look like Gus after he ate poisoned orange chicken. I'll take good care of your diary.
Nice try. I will go back to bed, but I'm taking my diary with me. I don't trust you with this.
I love you.
Love you too. :)
- Juliet (and Shawn) Spencer, 2015