"Hi, babe. Are you coming to bed soon?"

Jake's voice is soft as he enters Amy's little book haven and a smile spreads across his face at the sight she offers. She's comfortably sitting on a chair with one volume of her favorite book series in her hands and a small blanket draped over her lap to keep her warm. She's already in her pajamas, wearing an old NYPD T-shirt and her gigantic glasses – she removed her contacts a while ago already.

It's a beautiful scene, the domesticity of which makes his heart flutter; it reminds him of homeand this thrilling promise of moving in togetherstill hanging in the air between them.

Even though truth to be told, it already feels like they're living together and have been for a while. Whether they've been staying at her place or his, very few have been the nights they spent apart ever since he and Holt came back from Florida. It's only a matter of time now before they make it official – if only one of them would agree of letting go of their apartment.

Deep down, Jake knows it'd be a lot easier if hewere to move into Amy's. Only by looking at all the books gathered in this onesmall room, he's not so sure they'd manage to find a place where to put them in his little studio.

Still, he'd love for her to come live with him just as much as she'd love for him to do the same and they haven't found a solution yet.

"I'm coming. Just one more chapter and I'm here, promise." Amy's voice takes him out of his reverie as she answers him.

She draws her attention away from her book for a second and shoots him a smile that soon reciprocates on his own features. She quickly goes back to her reading though, and Jake lets out a small chuckle with a shake of his head. What can he say? His girl loves books and he loves that about her, even though he surely doesn't share this interest for them.

He could go back to bed and wait for her there while playing on his phone, but he doesn't. Instead he leans against the door frame and watches her, watches how focused and invested in the story she is as she turns another page of a book she must know by heart by now; she probably read it more times than the number of books he himself read throughout his entire life.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, is written on the cover – the third of a series of seven volumes Jake barely knows anything about apart from the fact that his girlfriend loves them and why.

He asked her, the night of their six-month anniversary, when he took her out for a night at the New York Public Library.

She was rambling about them and other of her favorite stories with such passion shining in her eyes and he listened carefully to her every word, falling a little more in love with her in the process – even though he hadn't told her yet, he still felt it running stronger each day in his veins and filling his heart with this new blissful emotion no one ever made him feel before.

"What's so great about this story of a wizard?!" He genuinely wanted to know.

"It's an amazing story – you'd know if you'd actually read them," she teased with a knowing look as she tried (and failed) to convert him for the umpteenth time. Soon though, her face softened and she shared her own tale. "But it's also because I have great memories attached to these books. Everyone in my family read and loved them, from the very first one. We would buy a new volume on the day of its release and fight over who would get to read it first. Because then we'd have power over the whole house. The power of spoiling the others about what happens."

Her mouth quirked up in a fond smile at the memory of it. Jake snorted amusedly, his mind blessing him with images of a young Amy and the rest of the Santiagos geeking over this Harry Potter guy.

Adorable.

Though he wasn't ready to read them, he of course offered to watch the movies together instead so that he could understand her love better – did so even before they started dating, actually.

But she surprisingly declined and even more shockingly confessed she'd never watched any of them herself and wouldn't before a while.

"I–… I want to wait until I have children." He recalls how the tip of her ears slowly turned red in a blush. "I want us all to discover the movies for the first time together."

And if at the time he found it a little crazy and didn't quite get it, now that they're in a relationship – a relationship that's getting more serious with each new day passing by –, Jake somehow understands the feeling now. If he's being honest with himself, he even likes the idea a lot and could actually picture themselves and their future kids all curled up on the couch with blankets and snacks, ready for a family movie night of watching Harry Potter for the first time.

Only a few meters away, Amy lets out a small laugh, her full attention still focused on this book she loves so much, and as he stares at her with the most tender smiles, Jake thinks he loves herso much, he should actually finally give them a try.

For her, and the future children he's starting to hope they'll have together maybe someday (he surely doesn't want theirstory to end – he's seen what it's like, a life without Amy in it during these six months spent apart and he knows it's something he wishes he'll never have to go through ever again), and this blissful night awaiting them.

Also because he knows for a fact it'd make her happy if he'd get into one of her big interests, and he'd really do anything to make her happy.

"Okay, I'm ready." The sudden sound of the book closing startles Jake out of his thoughts. Before he knows it, Amy is out of her chair and standing by his side with a loving beam on her face. "Let's get to bed?" She offers her hand and he only pauses for a second before intertwining their fingers together, letting her guide him towards the bedroom.

He takes a quick look back as they go, at this little room he's never really cared for before but where he's probably gonna spend a lot of his free time in the next few weeks.

He's got seven long books to catch up on, after all.