07/28/2015
Dear Evie,
Three more weeks. Three. It seems so close yet so far at the same time. Your dad and I have been practicing strapping in your car seat. It is surprisingly quite difficult to master. Car seats are very different from when Alexis was a baby, so your dad is essentially learning for the first time.
We have been wrapping up one of our final cases before I go on maternity leave. Your dad and I were in interrogation this afternoon with the suspect, a vile excuse for a man really, and I could see him leering at me from across the table. I looked over at your dad and his jaw was tense and his eyes were like daggers at this man. The suspect decided to attempt to get under our skins and said something equally as vile as him about me. Before I could grab a hold of your dad's hand from beneath the table to calm his rage, he had thrown back his chair and practically leaped across the table. I was shocked to say the least, but there wasn't anything I could do without risking hurting you. I yelled for your uncles who were in the observation room and they came bursting through the door trying to restrain your dad, although I could tell they weren't trying that hard. After they pulled your dad out of the room, I followed leaving the injured suspect behind.
Your dad was fuming when I approached him. He was pacing the hallway, running his hands through his hair. I asked him what he was thinking, I wasn't even mad at him. He told me he just had a moment of weakness and that it wouldn't happen again. He also said that he just had this overwhelming need to protect me and that has only intensified while I've been pregnant. I hugged him, hoping to calm him down and then led him to my desk while Javi and Kevin finished with the suspect. My captain was not happy about what happened but figured since we both would be gone soon for a little while and your dad likely not coming back with me full-time that she wouldn't do anything about it.
I've started to nest as they call it. Your dad found me scrubbing the toilets at three in the morning yesterday. He had to pry the toilet brush from my hands and drag me to bed. I had trouble falling asleep then because I kept thinking about everything that needed to be done. When we got home today your dad made dinner while I washed your clothes…again. I honestly can't wait for maternity leave to start because I am having a very hard time focusing on anything that doesn't involve you.
My little Evangeline remember I will love you for always.
Love, Mom
A/N: Seriously can I quit school and just read and write fanfiction for the rest of my life? Maybe when I win the lottery I can do that...
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