Another prompt out of The Good Place's frozen yogurts flavours prompts list someone asked for.

While curled up in bed with Amy, his whole body pressed onto hers with their legs entangled together and his hands encircling her waist, taking her in a tight embrace as there's not much space available in the little hospital bed originally made for one they're currently lying in, Jake is suddenly startled up by the sound of a baby crying. A quick glance at his wife's unmoving form against him and closed eyes when he opens his makes him realise she didn't hear their newborn daughter's call, so he slowly, ever so carefully draws himself from her, leaving the bed to head towards the crib where their baby was silently sleeping until now, when she seems very awake and very sad all of a sudden.

He stands next to her, studying her for a second before he reaches to her and gently rubs her belly with a warm, though sleepy smile forming on his face.

"You hungry?" he asks, as if she's going to answer him, telling him what's wrong with her, before he turns around and looks at the woman still deep asleep in the bed, so exhausted she doesn't even flinch at the infant's cries. He watches her quiet, sleeping form for a little longer before putting his attention back on the girl.

Ever so carefully, he takes her out of the crib and into his arms, rocking her back and forth while walking around the room, praying this will be enough to calm her down – he would feel bad waking Amy up when she's finally getting some rest.

She deserves it, after the hours of labour she's been through.

"Shh, everything's fine, Daddy's here," Jake starts talking to the baby in a soothing voice, making sure he keeps it low enough not to disturb his wife. "Can you wait a little longer? Mommy needs her sleep," he explains, pointing towards her. "You know, she worked hard to bring you into the world today."

As he speaks, the newborn's father takes a sit back on a chair next to the bed, looking at Amy with a loving, amazed beam lighting up his own tired features. "I understand, though. You'd like to have her taking care of you right now. I mean, she's the best – you'll quickly realise how lucky you are to have such a mom. I would know that, because every day I'm reminding myself how lucky I am to call her my wife. And now have her as the mother of my baby. Of you."

Little by little, Jake's quiet voice and rocking seem to calm the infant down, who now watches him with her big brown eyes wide open, her cries almost muffled out as she listens to him. He leans over then, placing a soft kiss on top of his new daughter's head. "See? I knew we could do it, together. For your mom."

When he looks up though, he's met with the woman's gaze stuck on the both of them, a grin lighting up her face, and a single, happy tear rolling on her cheek.

"How long have you been awake?" her husband asks her in surprise.

"Long enough to realise how lucky I am to have you as the father of my baby. Though I never doubted for a second that you'd be so great," the young mother replies, heart warming up in her chest at the declaration she just witnessed, and Jake simply smiles in return. "Is she hungry?" She quickly becomes serious again, nodding towards their daughter, who's now gone completely silent.

The detective looks down at her, at how her little hand curls around his finger, listening to her parents' voice, and he shakes his head. "Nope," he puts his eyes back on his wife with a reassuring smile. "She just wanted attention, it seems." Then, with that, he stands up and takes his place back on the bed next to Amy, his free hand encircling her waist as soon as he's sat down while she starts rubbing the infant's belly, with her whole attention put on her.

"Urgh," she chuckles. "She's so much like you already."

For only answer, Jake lets out a light laugh before he kisses his wife's temple and lays his head in the crook of her neck, both parents watching their newborn baby starting to fall back asleep in her father's arms with pure bliss.