January 6th, 2019.
Amy's already asleep when Jake walks into the room after a long day (and night) at work. He takes a moment to stop and look at her, a small smile forming on his lips at the sight she offers.
They might have been married almost eight months now, and been together much longer than that, he still can't get over how cute she looks tucked under the covers in her worn-out NYPD T-shirt she uses as her pajamas. He takes off his jacket, eager to get changed and join her as soon as possible. As he's taking off the rest of his clothes and finds himself shirtless for a few seconds, a cold shiver runs down his spine. Even with the heater on, the air still seems to be somehow chilly inside the room – chillier than usual.
(It did feel like it was extremely and unusually cold outside during the very few minutes he had to walk from his car to the apartment.)
He hurries even more then and quickly slips under the covers to seek some warmth. Once comfortably settled there, he turns so that he's facing Amy, and another grin comes curving up the sides of his mouth as he watches her lovingly. It seems like he managed not to wake her up despite the noise he made while getting ready for bed.
He leans over and presses a soft kiss at the top of her head.
"Goodnight, babe," he says in a whisper.
She hums in her sleep and instinctively curls up against his side, her feet coming to rest against his legs. He startles at the touch.
They're frozen. He wasn't expecting that.
Sure, by now he's become used to her being always cold and seeking some of his body heat when they're lying in bed but it's never been that bad. It's nothing he can warm up by himself and if it hasn't already, he's pretty sure it'll wake her up at some point. And she won't like it.
That's why, despite the really comfortable position he's in and his eyes already shutting with exhaustion, he forces himself off the bed and goes straight to their closet without a second thought.
Jake immediately finds what he's looking for as he goes through his wife's stuff (it surely helps that, unlike him, Amy has a very methodical way of tidying up her clothes) and takes out a pair of warm, clean socks. He hurries back to the bed and takes a glance at her before making another move – she still doesn't seem the least bothered by his walking around.
He stands at the edge of the bed and removes the covers a little, showing her bare feet and puts the socks on them, careful not to wake her up.
She lets out an unconscious, yet sounding very satisfied sigh that makes Jake smile. He doesn't waste any more second after that as he joins her under the covers again. There, he finally closes his eyes, fully ready to let sleep take over his body now that he knows his wife is warm.
(Amy still wakes up in the middle of the night but it's not because she's feeling cold – it's quite the opposite even. Her feet are weirdly warm and feel like they're covered with socks she clearly remembers she did not put on before going to bed. She looks down just to make sure, and the socks are there indeed. Which can only mean one thing: Jake did that.
She turns around to look at him and a soft smile spreads across her face as her heart warms up too at her husband's sweet gesture. It's something so simple yet so thoughtful and adorable, it might as well have taken the #1 place of her favorite moments in their relationship.
(And she has a lot of them.)
Damn, she loves him so much.
She quickly lies down again, wrapping her arms around his middle and letting her head rest in the crook of his neck as she cuddles against him. Her smile is still there on her lips when she closes her eyes, lulled back to sleep by his quiet and even breathing and his body heat immediately warming her up even more.)