"Mr. 'aime!" Scarlett called out, skipping into the kitchen as he made them breakfast. "Mama no feel good. She throw up again."

Jamie immediately turned off the stove and headed into the bedroom as Scarlett followed behind him. The little girl was blissfully unaware of the changes her mother was experiencing, just assuming that she had one too many tummy aches.

"Babe," Jamie said, knocking on the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," he heard faintly.

He opened the door and found her laying on the rug next to the toilet, paler than he'd ever seen her.

"You're not going to work today," he immediately said, grabbing a towel and laying it over her.

"I have to," she replied with a cough.

Jamie shook his head, "Babe, no. You're not going in like this. I know you feel terrible. You would not make it if you worked today. It's better if you stay home and rest. Don't fight me on this, please."

Eddie sighed, knowing that there was no use. Even if she managed to make it to work, Jamie would probably turn her around and take her back home. "Fine."

"Good," he said, leaning down and kissing her sweaty forehead. "Do you want to stay in here or do you want me to help you get in bed?"

"I'll stay here," she replied. "I'm not ready to get up yet."

"Okay," he nodded.

They smiled as Scarlett walked into the bathroom and sweetly placed one of her preferred duck stuffed animals next to her mother.

"My ducky make you feel better, Mama," she said, then pressed a kiss to her forehead just as she had seen Jamie do.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Eddie said, reaching up and caressing the three-year-old's cheek. "Your ducky will definitely help me feel better."

Later, Jamie was late to roll call as he'd ran into traffic after dropping off Scarlett at school. To his luck, he spotted a certain police commissioner in the front of the room addressing his fellow officers. He quietly slipped into the room and got in the last line, hoping that he wouldn't be noticed. But of course, he was.

"Nice of you to join us, Officer Reagan," Frank said, giving him a pointed look before continuing again.

Afterwards, Jamie was pulled to the side by Nuciforo, who lead him over to an empty room where Frank was waiting.

"Why were you late today?" Frank asked after Jamie walked in and shut the door. "That's not like you."

Jamie sighed, "Sorry. It was a long morning. Eddie's sick at home and I had to take Scarlett to school."

"Ah," Frank said. "Is she okay? She's been getting sick a lot lately, hasn't she? The other day at dinner, she didn't look too good. Pop and I were worried about her."

"Yeah. She'll be okay, Dad," he said quickly, then looked at his watch. "Are we good here? I really need to get going."

Frank nodded, "Go ahead. Be careful out there, son."

"I will," Jamie said, opening the door. "See you Sunday."

"See you Sunday," Frank replied as he shut the door.

Later, Eddie felt so much better after waking up from a long morning nap. If she was being honest, she had felt terrible that morning but really wanted to push through so she could make it to work. She rolled over and checked her phone, smiling at seeing a variety of texts from her boyfriend, checking in on her.

Throughout her first pregnancy, she had to go through most of it alone because of Aaron's disinterest. She knew this time around; it would be different. Jamie was always right there whenever she needed him, holding her hair back when she threw up for the umpteenth time that day or rubbing her back when it ached. She was grateful for it and felt lucky to have such an attentive partner like him.

She got up and started to clean up around the apartment, tackling their bedroom first then her daughter's. As she stepped into Scarlett's bedroom, a brightly colored paper on the floor caught her eye. She leaned down and picked it up.

It was a drawing of her, Scarlett, and Jamie as stick figures, holding hands in what she assumed was a park, surrounded by a variety of colorful circles, which was if she guessed correctly, Scarlett's attempt at drawing butterflies.

My family, she read across the top.

"Yeah sweetheart," she said, wiping away a tear then giving a soft smile. "We're a family."

That afternoon, Scarlett excitedly ran out of her classroom when she saw that Jamie was there to pick her up. He scooped her up in his arms and kissed her cheek.

"Mr. 'aime!" she exclaimed. "You in your policeman suit!"

He chuckled, "Yeah sweetheart. I'm in my policeman suit." He set her down and grabbed her hand as they walked out of the building. "How was school today? Did you have a good day?"

She nodded happily. "Yep! I had a good day." Then, she reached into the side pocket of her small backpack, pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over to him.

"What is this?" he asked, curiously eyeing it as he took it from her.

Scarlett shrugged, "Me don't know. I can't read."

Jamie let out a small laugh at her comment then read the paper.

"Oh," he said. "It's a daddy-daughter dance."

"A daddy- daughter dance?" Scarlett questioned. "What's that?"

"It's where daddies and daughters get all dressed up and go out to a dance."

"Oh," Scarlett said, then pursed her lips. "Me can't go then."

Jamie gave her a look, "Why not?"

"Me don't have one of those…" she trailed off.

"One of what?"

"A daddy…"

Sorry to leave you guys like this but here you go! I honestly don't know when I'll update again because I started school back in August and I don't have much time to do much of anything these days but I promise to try my best. What do you think about this ending conversation? How should Jamie and Eddie handle it?