The ladies of the Nine-Nine are in charge of some last-minute mission together for their ex-Captain-become-commissioner and his husband's vows renewal ceremony they finally managed to organise after years of talking about doing it when Amy suddenly rushes out of the main room and towards the bathroom without a warning.

She remains there for a good five minutes, leaving the other two alone, which allows her a suspicious look from her friends when she comes back, staring intently at her while she goes back to what she was doing before she disappeared and acts like nothing happened. Eventually though, feeling the women's hard gaze on her in utter silence still after a full 30 seconds of having returned, she looks up at them, watching them questioningly as they didn't move an inch – and don't seem like doing so anytime soon.

"What?" she asks and sounds a little irritated when she speaks. "These decorations won't put themselves on the walls by themselves, you know."

"So you're just gonna ignore what just happened?" Rosa snaps back – she couldn't care less about those dumb decorations right now.

"What happened?" Amy feigns ignorance, though her heart starts beating faster in her chest, not liking where the conversation is most likely leading up to already.

"You rushing out to throw up. For the second time this morning."

"I didn't go to throw up!" The brunette tries to defend herself, but from the look her friends give her in return, it's obvious they don't believe her.

"You got a stain on your shirt," Gina points with a disgusted grimace, and Amy quickly, worriedly lowers her gaze down to it, only to find nothing but a still pretty neat shirt there.

"Yeah, you definitely don't have anything to hide." She exchanges a knowing glance with Rosa after her trick worked.

The Sergeant sighs, defeated.

"Okay, fine. I think I might be pregnant. I haven't been feeling too well lately, and I'm – I'm a week late already," she confesses what the others already guessed.

It's the first time she says her thoughts out loud since it occurred to her that she might be with child, and her heart tightens in her chest at the sound of it coming from her own mouth – in a good, warm way. She might be pregnant.

"You think?" Rosa repeats, emphasising on the last word in gentle mockery. "Dude, you're totally pregnant. I thought you'd be the kind of person who takes a test…"

"… More like three," Gina interjects and grins when she sees Amy's cheeks turn red at her remark, lowering her gaze – it's definitely her style.

"The minute you realise you're late," the brunette finishes her sentence. "Why didn't you?"

"I –…" The concerned woman pauses a second to think of what to say next. "I don't know. I wanted to, but I've been so busy with work and helping to put this ceremony together with all of you guys, I didn't have the time, and I didn't even get the chance to talk to Jake about the possibility, so…"

"You have a pregnancy test on you?" Rosa cuts her off before Amy starts rambling too much, and though it's clearly a question, it sounds more like a fact – she knows the cop well, and is pretty sure she's been carrying the stick with her since Day 1 of being late, contemplating taking it or not every chance she got.

(And apparently always deciding against it each time.)

"Maybe… why?"

"What are you waiting for? Go do it now," her friend nods in direction of the bathroom.

"No!" Amy's voice is higher than usual when she denies the detective's words. "What if it comes back positive? I don't want to steal Holt and Kevin's day with the news."

"And you don't want to spend the whole day wondering about 'what ifs' instead of enjoying yourself if you don't either," Rosa gently pushes her towards the lady's room all the while making her point.

"Plus I don't want to miss dealing with drunk Amy for nothing if you're not but don't know it," Gina joins in with her own argument – not necessarily the most convincing one, though. "I need a new side of you to mock. It's time you stop skipping 7-drink Amy and face the truth of who she is."

Amy rolls her eyes at that, but still manages a small chuckle. It takes her a few seconds of weighing the pros and cons, but eventually, she decides her friends are right and gives in. "Okay." She follows them to the bathroom after making a stop to pick up her purse, but before she goes into one room, she turns to them with a serious look.

"If it comes back positive, you have to promise me you'll keep it a secret. Jake can't know about this."

"Oooooh, he's not the father?!" the red-head suddenly seems all the more interested in the matter now.

"What?! No!" Amy exclaims in indignation – she knows Gina's only joking, but still – the simple thought of her cheating on her husband is a true shocker to her. "Of course he is. If I'm pregnant, that is."

"Why then?" Rosa asks. "You can't be afraid of how he'll react, right? Dude's literally waiting for you to get pregnant. We interrogated a woman who just had a baby the other day, and he couldn't focus on the job, going on and on about how cute a mini-you and he would look like," she pouts, as if truly disgusted by the memory.

(In reality, she did find it extremely cute, but there's no way she'll admit that out loud.)

"He did?" the brunette immediately softens at the words, a small, endearing smile lifting up the corners of her mouth while the image of her husband comes into her mind.

Suddenly, she doesn't feel so stressed about that whole situation anymore – though he's never really been the reason why she would stress out about it.

(Not in that way, at least.)

"Yep. It was gross," Rosa takes her back to the reality of the moment. "So you have nothing to fear."

"I'm not afraid of how he might react. Well, I am. But I'm not afraid he'll react badly – that's more like the contrary," Amy tries to explain herself. "I'm afraid he'll be so happy he won't be able to keep it to himself and we'll crush Holt and Kevin's day by making it about us. So promise me whatever the result, it'll stay between us?"

"Okay," both women nod, and it's with a relieved sigh that their friend enters the room, finally ready to face her fate, and know if her future is about to completely be turned upside down or remain the same (for now, at least).

Five minutes turn into ten and Amy's still locked inside the room, with no sound coming out of it, not any form of a hint that she got a result – and what it might be.

"You dead in there?" Gina eventually knocks on her door, not so patient anymore.

It takes the brunette another few seconds until she unlocks the door and goes out, her fingers curled up hard on the stick. When she looks up to meet her friends' gaze, there are tears in her brown, shiny eyes, and some already falling down her cheeks as well. She doesn't have to speak for Rosa and Gina to understand – the bright smile she wears as well says it all. They smile back and rush to her to pull her into a tight shared embrace, and that's only then that Amy lets out the words.

"I'm pregnant."

Of course, the first thing she wants to do when she learns the – great – news is to go to Jake and share it with him, but she fights against her better instinct, no matter how hard it is not to tell him right away. Today's not their day. Today's their 'work dads' day. The ceremony will end at night, when the foetus will still very much be there.

She'll let him know then, in the intimacy of their room, when it's only the two of them and they can properly freak out about the fact – they're gonna be parents.

She's pretty sure he'll understand her choice.

Still, though, it doesn't make it easier, when he comes to her several times with a glass of champagne for her and she has to quickly think of an excuse to decline his offer or even harder when the person officiating the ceremony starts making a heartful speech about love and family.

She can't help a tear falling down her cheek as she watches her husband from the corner of her eye, with a hand softly stroking her stomach, thinking about the life that's growing inside it. He's crying too when he turns to look at her with a bright, knowing smile and reaches for her hand to squeeze, and she almost blurts it out right there – almost screams to the world that they, too, are about to build a family of their own really soon.

(Or more especially make it grow.)

She has to act distant to prevent blowing it all out despite herself then, and she hates it. Her husband can sense there's something off with her, of course he can, and starts wondering why she seems to be avoiding him like this, but every time he asks her about it, Amy assures him everything's fine, so he doesn't insist, and simply lets her be.

Until the night comes in, and he sees her watching Holt and Kevin – and other couples around them – slow dancing together with a soft smile lighting up her features. He recognises the song playing in the background immediately, and a smile appears on his own face too, thrown back to another time, another wedding.

When a song that used to remind him of heartbreak turned into a beautiful memory that particular night.

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you…

He slowly approaches his wife then, standing next to her, talking with his eyes stuck on the main couple on the dancefloor. "They're playing our song," Jake quietly states with an amused beam, and Amy turns to look at him, brows furrowed in dire confusion.

"Since when is this our song?" She doesn't really understand. "I thought this was your 'post-being dumped by Jenny Gildenhorn' song."

Her husband's smile turns mysterious before he explains himself. "It was. Until you tricked me into believing I'd get a slow dance with you to this song at Charles and Gina's parent's wedding and I realised I wanted that so much more than any dance with Jenny. Two seconds of flirting with me were all it took to make me fall head over heels for you again. Or did I ever stop being?"

This time, it's Amy's turn to smile back at him, touched by his words, heart warming up in her chest. She doesn't say anything, though, so he tries his luck, reaching for her hand. "Five years later, can I actually get my slow dance now?"

For a moment Amy hesitates – she's not sure she will manage to keep the news to herself any longer if they put themselves in such intimacy – but then she catches Jake's smile falters as seconds pass and she remains quiet, so in the end, she nods and lets him guide her into the crowd.

At first, they move in complete silence – Jake's hands are around Amy's waist while hers are hooked around his neck, and their foreheads touch, eyes half-closed as they linger into this instant. But then, after a while of them moving around in shared rhythm, the detective asks the question that's been concerning him all day long.

"Are you mad at me about something? You barely talked to me today." He seems really afraid he did something wrong.

"No, I'm not mad at all!" his wife is quick to reassure him, drawing herself a bit away from him so that she can look him in the eye while talking. "On the contrary, babe."

Her smile is mysterious and all of this makes him feel even more lost. "Why were you trying so hard to avoid me then?"

"I'm sorry, it's just…" She pauses, looking away towards Holt and Kevin for a second, who stopped dancing and are now happily chatting with Teddy and his wife, before putting her gaze back on her own husband. "You know what, screw this."

She waited long enough, she decides. She can't keep it a secret any longer – screw the intimate reveal, screw not stealing her 'work dads' day. It's almost over, anyway.

Jake frowns, startled, but doesn't say anything – simply waits for her to go on, which she does. "I know I should have told you this as soon as I found out," she starts her apology, "But I didn't want to 'ruin' Holt and Kevin's day, and I knew if I spent time with you I'd just blurt it out so I avoided you, and I'm really sorry for that, but…"

"Ames," he cuts her in the middle of her ramblings, feeling that she's starting spiralling, and stops still in their movements in the middle of the dancefloor even though the music's still loud around them, his eyes piercing through her with a small, reassuring smile. "Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."

"Okay," she smiles back, calming down, and takes a deep breath before she lets it all out, moving one of her hands from around his neck to his own still pressed against the skin of her waist, and delicately puts it on her stomach. She leans her forehead against his as she finally confesses, "I'm pregnant."

"You're… pregnant?" Jake repeats, not so sure he understood well.

"I am," Amy confirms, starting to feel tears prickling her eyes when she speaks.

There's a pause, then a whisper.

"We're gonna be parents," Jake lets the thought linger in his mind for a little longer, his hand slowly and ever so carefully drawing patterns on his wife's stomach, still stuck under her own. She can feel his falling tears when he leans over and kisses her, again and again, unable to restrain himself.

They're gonna be parents.

When they pull apart, and their watery eyes meet, it seems like realisation completely finishes to hit him – hard.

"WE'RE GONNA BE PARENTS!" he repeats the same words he let out before, yelling them this time, for the whole room to hear. And though this is what she's been 'scared' of the whole day, Amy can't help but let out a happy giggle at his reaction, his joyfulness being contagious.

She wasn't able to properly freak out before, and there's nothing better than doing so with her husband. THEY'RE GONNA BE PARENTS!

(In the distance, among the dozens of guests watching them with confused or grinning looks after that announcement, Charles, him, faints.)