It's late at night (or very early in the morning) when Jake and Amy are finally back in their hotel room, as a married couple this time, now that the ceremony and following party of their wedding are officially over. They're lying in the huge king-size bed, all curled up in the afterglow of what has been the proper celebration of their union.

The proper celebration of their love.

It's late at night (or very early in the morning) when Amy's eyes, that until then were starting to close from exhaustion, lulled into sleep by Jake's gentle strokes on her upper arm as he hugs her close to his chest and recalls on some funny anecdotes from the party, suddenly burst open in realisation.

"Oh crap!" she exclaims, worry suddenly taking over her whole body. In an instinctive move, she draws herself away from her newly husband's embrace, as if it could help prevent what she's afraid might happen now, because of her silly mistake. Of her silly oversight.

"What?" Jake asks as he turns his head to have a better look at her with concern in his eyes.

Amy doesn't answer right away. She lowers her gaze towards her stomach, and hesitantly touches it, swallowing hard. How dumb could have she been? True, today was a very full and tiring day, filled with things to do and people to see and details to think about, but still… She should have thought about it.

She never forgot before. Not even came close to doing so once in all those years.

But of course it had to happen tonight, of all nights.

Seeing she's starting to truly panic now and since she hasn't said another word since her first sudden burst, Jake puts his hand on top of hers, intertwining their fingers together. "Hey," he whispers. The sight of his wedding band reflecting in the dark room makes her smile, despite everything. She looks up at him, then.

"What's wrong?" he invites her to share her problems with him. After all, it was only a few hours ago when he swore to stay by her side through the good but also the hard times. And he meant it, when he said his 'I do,' to be there for her no matter what.

She takes a deep breath, never leaving his gaze, and spills everything at once, squeezing his hand in an attempt to give herself some composure, "I forgot to take my pill."

It takes her husband a split second to understand the meaning of it, what could be at stakes here, but when he eventually does, his only reaction his to offer Amy a bright, reassuring smile. He doesn't seem the least worried about this new possibility of having a child even if, when they talked about it (because of course they did), they agreed to wait before taking that new step in their shared lives.

Not to maybe unconsciously conceive him on their wedding night…

(Statistically speaking, Amy knows the chances are very low for her to get pregnant after tonight, even if she forgot to take her pill once. But still – there is a chance she might. And that's more than enough to freak her out. She – they – didn't plan it. Not for now.)

On the contrary, Jake seems thrilled about it as he takes her in his arms again in a tight, loving embrace.

Amy doesn't need more than just that to calm down too, and she smiles back, leaning into him with her head buried in the crook of his neck. She's so happy he's the one she gets to call her husband now – he knows perfectly how to reassure her, how to be there for her in every given situation. He truly is the best person she's ever known.

And she's so glad she got to be officially united with him a few hours ago – for the rest of their lives.

"I know this isn't in our upcoming plans," Jake eventually answers, slightly drawing away from her as he speak to look her in the eye and show her how he means every word he lets out, "But either way – if it happens or not –, we'll be perfectly alright. At least we could still say we waited til the wedding," he jokes.

A laugh escapes her throat in return, completely serene again. He's right. No matter what happens, whether she does get pregnant or not, they will be alright indeed.

For only answer then, she kisses him lightly. "I love you so much," she says, and they take back their initial places curled up in bed.

(She's not so terrified anymore when, a few weeks later, the three pregnancy tests she took after being late and sick show the 'positive' sign on all of them. She's simply happy to finally start a new family with the man she loves more than anyone else in this world. With her husband.)

(And, when little Sarah Peralta enters their lives nine months later, she realises, watching Jake hold the infant in his arms with pure bliss and tears in his eyes, how right he was during their wedding night. They're even more than alright – this is simply perfect. There was truly no need to wait, finally.

Maybe her foolish oversight turned into the best mistake she could have made in the end.)