It's the third day of their honeymoon vacation and Jake and Amy's hotel is on lockdown because of a tropical storm roaring outside.
They don't mind too much being stuck, though – the luxurious 5* hotel they picked instead of their initial cheap cabin in the Berkshires has all the facilities they need between its walls anyways. They're quietly sipping a cocktail and enjoying some alone time while Holt decided to remain in his room and think about the decision he has to make regarding his commissioner job.
They're cut in the middle of their conversation by a cry of help a few meters away from them. They turn around and watch as a woman bends over with her hands on a prominent stomach and a face full of pain.
"She's in labor!" someone – most likely her husband – shouts in panic. "We need a doctor!"
Amy doesn't waste any time to put her drink aside and jump off her seat when she sees no one around is responding to the desperate call. They're rather all staring at the couple with unhelpful curious gazes. She hurries next to the woman, knowing then that she's her next best chance – there's no way they'll manage to take her to the hospital or having someone coming for her under such bad weather.
"Not a doctor," she immediately states as she lowers down in front of the woman. "But I'm the next best thing for now, okay? I'm NYPD. And I know how to do this," she introduces herself to calm her down.
She stares deep into the other woman's eyes with a reassuring smile as she waits for a reaction. When she nods and her expression softens as much as someone in pain can, Amy goes on.
"Okay, I need you to take deep breaths. We're gonna take you to that couch. It'll be more comfortable there." She stands up and grabs one of her arms while the woman's husband grabs the other and both of them lead her towards one of the huge sofas.
Once she's sure her patient is comfortably settled, Amy turns around. She gets into a full-on high-strung mode and starts giving assignments to everyone who's been circling around them and watching intently. She asks for towels and products and anything else she might need so that the delivery happens under the best possible conditions.
At last she puts her eyes on her husband. "Go check if there's a real doctor somewhere inside the hotel."
Her voice takes Jake out of staring at her in pure awe. He's astonished that she's able to remain so calm and efficient in such a stressing situation. She might have told him the story of how she delivered a baby once while on duty and how it owed her the breast bar she's proudly been wearing on her police uniform since then – the conditions were much worse than here back then – but still.
His wife is amazing and brilliant and full of resources – and she'll never cease to prove to him that.
"Got it, babe." He doesn't question her then and simply goes with a supportive nod and smile.
After all of that, Amy brings her attention back onto the pregnant woman under her care.
"How you feeling?" she gently asks.
"The baby's not supposed to be due for another three weeks," she informs her in panic between two cries of pain that goes echoing with the sound of wind swirling loud outside.
Amy tries to keep her face straight and not show the sudden worry coursing through her veins at the words. She takes the stranger's hand in hers and softly squeezes it.
"Everything's gonna be fine, okay? Just breathe. Keep breathing." She shows her how by taking deep breaths herself so that the woman can follow her lead as she places herself in front of her.
While doing that though, Amy can't help but sneak a quick glance at where Jake disappeared from – hoping he'll manage to find someone truly qualified for this job in case things don't end up fine at all.
When Jake comes back from his (unfortunately unfruitful) search of a doctor everywhere inside the hotel (it's like those people never take a vacation), the lobby is a lot quieter than it was when he left it. There are no more cries of pain and even the storm seems to be calming down a little through the huge French windows. People are all gathered around the couch where he last saw the poor woman in labor.
He easily spots Amy's back among the packed crowd, her flowery summer dress standing out among the rest. She turns around when she hears footsteps coming her way.
The apologies he was going to make for having failed his mission gets stuck at the back of Jake's throat when his gaze falls from her glowing face to what – or rather who – his wife is carefully holding onto her arms: the tiniest of babies securely wrapped in a warm towel with the logo and name of the hotel on it.
"It's a girl." He looks back up when she whispers not to wake up the newborn. She's grinning at him; immediately, a smile of his own comes curving up the sides of his mouth and he lets his eyes fall back onto the little form – he's unable to keep them away from her, staring.
His heart starts pounding in his chest at the sight of Amy, his Amy, holding a baby against her chest and ever-so-gently stroking her cheek with her thumb. His mind immediately leads him to a (hopefully) near future, where it's not some stranger's infant she's going to hold but their own. He can feel tears start to prickle in his already shining eyes with the simple thought.
He already knows he'll be the happiest man on Earth when that day comes.
"Sorry I didn't find a doctor. Though it seems you didn't need one finally." Jake eventually finds his voice again as Amy heads towards him after giving the infant back to her tired mother.
He wraps an arm around her when she's by his side and she cuddles against him.
"Yeah. We managed things by ourselves," she answers with a proud grin. She can be proud, Jake thinks. She just delivered a(nother) baby. "We did a pretty great job, right, Lucy? Well, mostly you, obviously." She shoots a knowing look at the other woman, who nods in return.
"Thank you so much again, Amy. Our own little Amy wouldn't be so fine without you." She looks down at her daughter while she speaks and a loving beam forms on her features.
"Own little Amy?" Jake repeats with a confused frown.
Amy beams too.
"Yeah. They decided to call her after me since I helped them deliver. How cool is that?" The excitement is easily audible in her voice and readable on her face.
"So cool." Jake lets out a chuckle before he brings her closer to him and kisses the top of her head. They remain silent for a while after that, quietly looking at the couple and their healthy newborn baby.
"It's gonna be us someday, right?" Jake eventually says as he dreamily watches the scene in front of them with his heart warming up in his chest at the sight of such a loving little family.
Amy turns her gaze back on him then; her eyes are shining with the same hint of tears he himself had when he first saw her with the infant in her arms.
"I sure hope so." She knowingly grins at him, then suddenly falls serious as she gets lost in her thoughts. "Well, in a hospital and with actual doctors taking care of us, preferably." It makes Jake laugh. Her expression softens.
She puts both of her arms around his neck and stares deep inside his eyes.
"But for now I just want to enjoy our married life together for a little while. Y'know, just the two of us. Is it bad to say I don't want to share you just yet?"
"It's not," Jake reassures her by agreeing with her. "I don't want to share you just yet either." He softly presses a kiss on her lips to prove his point.
They just swore on the rest of their lives spent together a few days ago, after all. They have all the time in the world then.
(Well, not really, but still. There's no rush yet.)
His look, at first full of adoration after they parted, suddenly switches to something more playful as an idea strikes his mind. "I mean, we could still go and make babies right now though. Not actually make babies, but…"
"You mean go back to our room and have sex?" Amy cuts him in the middle of his ramblings, being straightforward as she laughs.
"Yeah. We're still stuck inside anyways and there's a lot of interesting things inside your binder I wanna try out." He wriggles an eyebrow at her suggestively.
Amy lets out another snort and shakes her head but takes his hand in hers. "Let's go." She leads him away from the lobby now that their presence isn't required anymore and the other couple could use some intimacy and quiet.
They have all the time in the world to think about babies indeed, and a crazy-expensive honeymoon they fully intend to enjoy first.