A/N: Hey guys! I've been a big fan of SWAT since the beginning of the remake, and an even bigger fan of Stris, so I am so excited that the show is finally putting them together (ish...!) I know we've got a long summer to wait before the new season comes out, and my mind is cooking up storylines for them already. I need to get them out of my brain, so here we are!
Here's a little fluffy one-shot about a domesticated Street and Chris of the future. They're probably well out of character, but whatever. I feel like we've started seeing a much softer side of them when they are together, so who knows...! Enjoy!
Honey, I'm Home!
Chris stood in the second bedroom, one hand on her pregnant belly, a roll of paint tape in the other hand as she looked at the wall in front of her. She tilted her head to the side and worried her teeth over her lower lip.
Down the hallway, she heard the door to the garage open and Jim come inside, keys jingling. "Honey, I'm home!" his voice reverberated through the small house.
Chris smiled softly.
It had become a joke between the two of them some time ago, back when they originally purchased the two-bedroom bungalow and moved in together after a few months of dating.
Regardless of where he was coming from, how long he had been gone for, or if she was walking through the door with him, he would shout the greeting to her through their small home.
It was particularly funny because Chris hated pet names. Babe. Baby. Honey. Love. Sweetie. Sweetheart. They made her cringe every time, but from Jim?
It was the best part of her day.
Especially now that she couldn't go in to work every day like he could.
"Chris?" he called, "You home?"
"In the second bedroom," Chris called back.
She glanced back at the door as he came into the bedroom, still wearing his leather jacket. He smiled, hazel eyes warm as he caught sight of her. "Hey," he greeted her affectionately, "You good?"
"Hey yourself," Chris said. She turned and looked back at the wall that was all taped up in front of her. "I'm good. Just trying to decide if I like this-" she said, trailing off, gesturing the wall.
"You got started without me?" he asked, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her smaller frame, resting his chin on top of her head as he slid his hands down over her rounded belly.
"I had an idea and I got impatient," Chris admitted, "I'm not sure if I like it though," she said.
"You did a good job. I love it," he said, eyeing the sun shaped outline that she had taped out on the wall of the nursery-to-be, "What colour were you thinking? The yellow?"
She pursed her lips and tilted her head slightly. "I know I said I wanted it to be more gender neutral. That I didn't want to paint it pink," she said, "But something about a pink nursery for our little girl is really appealing to me right now," she admitted, "Am I crazy? Should we just do yellow? Or we could do light grey?"
Jim made a little noise in the back of his throat.
"What? No grey?" Chris asked, tilting her head back on his shoulder and looking up at him.
"Our little girl," he emphasized happily, pulling her back tighter to his chest, hands cradling her belly, smoothing over her denim overall shorts and cropped t-shirt. His eyes were glued to the sunshine outline she had taped out on the wall.
"Yeah?" Chris asked, eyebrow raised, "What?" She turned in his arms and he looked down at her, his eyes looking suspiciously misty. "Oh no," she said, laughing teasingly, sliding her hands between his leather jacket and his soft t-shirt, pulling them closer together, stopped by her growing belly between them, "Don't tell me you're getting emotional!"
"Of course I'm getting emotional," he said, hands coming up to cup the sides of her face. He tilted his head down and pressed his forehead to hers. "You have no idea how happy I am right now."
"What, because of the pink nursery?" Chris asked, "I thought you were happy with the yellow-"
"I don't care what colour the nursery is," Jim said, shaking his head gently, "You could paint it neon orange for all I care, and I would still be happy."
"That's a good idea actually-" Chris said, raising her eyebrows in contemplation, "Neon orange and some other colour. Abstract. Kinda like graffiti? She might-"
He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers firmly. "It's not about the colour," he said with a small grin, "It's about the fact that we're going to have a nursery. You and me. In our house. For our little girl."
Chris bit back a smile as she leaned up to kiss him again.
"I can't wait to see her," he said thoughtfully, "I hope she looks like you. Dark hair like yours. Your eyes. Your nose," he said.
"Your dimples," Chris countered.
"Are you going to teach her Spanish?" Jim asked.
"Of course. And maybe you can learn together," Chris said to him, pinching him teasingly.
"About time I learned. Then maybe I'd be able to keep up to Uncle Sarzo and Tomas when they're playing cards. I swear to God they're cheating, and I don't know any better-" Jim said, shaking his head frustratedly.
Chris laughed at him, turning to rest her head on his chest. He placed his chin on the top of her head and held her close.
"You know, I didn't know if I would ever have a family like this," he admitted, "But somehow I do. And the fact that it's with you? I love it."
"You're just a big softie, aren't you?" Chris accused him, turning to look up at him again with a small smirk.
"Sue me," he replied, laughing softly.
"Mm," Chris said pulling away, "She's kicking," she said, dropping a hand to her belly. Jim moved his hand down too and she slid it over to the right spot. "She's probably gonna be a softie like you," Chris said as they looked down at her belly together, "I don't know what I'm gonna do with two of you. All these emotions. All this need for communication-"
"Maybe we'll just have to have another. Emotionally reserved, just like you. Keep the balance even in the house," he suggested.
"Okay buddy, slow your roll," Chris said, laughing as she looked up at him, "One is a good place to start."
"You're right," he said, ducking to press his lips to her cheek, "One is good. To start," he pulled back and gave her his best innocent grin.
Chris shook her head in disbelief, pursing her lips to hide her smile.
"Hey, are you hungry?" Jim asked, "The food truck was at work today. I brought some stuff home. I could heat it up for us."
"Yeah, that sounds perfect. I'm starving," Chris said. She put the roll of tape down and moved to follow him out of the nursery. "Please tell me you brought some pepián de pollo?"
"Of course I did. Who do you think I am?" he asked her, shaking his head in disbelief.
"God, I love you," she breathed out.
"I love you too," he replied easily as he moved down the hallway towards the kitchen. "Hey Chris?" he said, turning and walking backwards a few paces, eyes locked on hers.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Maybe not the neon orange," he said.
"Hm?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"For the nursery," he said, "Maybe not neon orange."
She looked at him and he looked at her, broad dimpled grin spreading on his handsome face.
"Okay," she laughed, "No neon orange."
A/N: Cheers guys! Hope you enjoyed. Let me know your thoughts. I hope to add a few other quick little fics about Street and Chris to get through the summer hiatus. Let me know if you have any suggestions.