"Babe?"
Jake and Amy are comfortably curled up on their couch, none of them paying attention to what's on the TV in front of them anymore, with the woman gently stroking her husband's hair, absentmindedly watching him as he's starting to doze off, lulled to sleep by her soothing touch, when she notices it. The detective only hums in answer, so she goes on.
"I think you're growing grey hair," she casually, yet half-amusedly, tells him.
When he previously had his eyes shut, her words make him open them suddenly, just as he draws himself from his wife's embrace and stares at her with a big, shocked, now very-well awake look. "No, I'm not!" he defensively exclaims. "I'm too young for that!"
His overreaction only makes Amy laugh. She already knew he wouldn't take the news well when she first opened her mouth.
"Sorry to break it to you babe, but you are," she nods with her lips curled, contradicting him. "Face it, you're getting old, grandpa," she can't help but tease him.
"Urgh, don't call me that," Jake pouts as he complains. "You're the one who's getting old and needs glasses for not seeing clearly."
He doesn't seem to want to admit the truth, so the woman leans over the coffee table to pick up her phone, rolling her eyes at his silly response. "You know I already wear glasses." She then unlocks the front camera of the device and shoves it in front of his face.
"Take a look by yourself, if you don't want to believe me."
She pretends being hurt when in fact this whole situation amuses her a lot – she loves seeing Jake rise up in such a small detail about himself.
There's a pause following that, during which the detective studies himself in the phone's camera, touching his hair in search of where it's supposedly turning grey. The moment he notices too, his whole expression switches instantly, and Amy, who's still holding the phone in her hands, is thankfully quick enough to snap it in a shot of the both of them, capturing the instant forever.
The contrast between their two faces – she's beaming while he looks utterly devastated – is quite funny, and she can't stop laughing when she watches the result picture.
"Ames, am I getting old?" Jake, on the other hand, doesn't seem one bit amused by the situation, freaking out about his age, his eyes still fixed on himself through the camera.
"Well, technically, yes you are… We all are," she simply shrugs, answering him matter-of-factly.
"You're supposed to back me up on this! Y'know, tell me that I'm still looking as dashing and young as when you met me… That's how's marriage supposed to work."
"I thought marriage was about never lying to your partner?" Amy jokes, before she softens and offers her husband a tender smile. She lowers her phone from in front of his face and puts it where it used to lay on the table, then turns her whole attention back on him, taking his hands in hers on his lap.
"It's just a few strands," she reassures him. "Nothing to be so dramatic about. But, if it helps, I have to admit… I find it rather sexy," she whispers to his ear, a light chuckle escaping her throat. "I think it suits your 'future dad' look perfectly." She watches him knowingly, and that's all Jake needs to fully calm down and smile back at her.
Which soon turns into a real beam of his own, as he switches his gaze from his wife's to her slightly bumpy belly. He brings one of his hands away from hers to sweetly, mindlessly rub it.
"We're gonna be parents," his existential crisis is completely forgotten by now, marveling at the life that's creating inside his soulmate's body with sparkles in his shiny eyes when he affectionately whispers the words.
"We're gonna be parents," the woman repeats in a same tone of voice, using her now free hand to put it back on his (greying) hair, watching him watch her like she's one of the few wonders of this world.
Getting old doesn't look so bad anymore, finally. Because getting old also means starting new adventures. Together.