There's a small detonation, then nothing but complete and deafening silence only broken when realization hits Amy.

"JAKE!" she cries as she watches, helpless, glass shattering from the window of the room where her husband was stuck in and dark smoke now coming out of it.

Without a second thought, she rushes towards the hospital building.

If there's one thing Amy learnt from guarding a comatose perp all night, as well as other cases of her having to deal with unconscious people in the past, it's that they look just like they're asleep.

Jake makes no exception.

She remembers the first time she got to watch him sleep.

It was an early morning back in her first years as a detective at the Nine-Nine. She'd come in early and found him lying on the break room's sofa, trying to get some rest after a night spent working on a case. She remembers how she stopped at the doorframe and a small smile curved up the corners of her mouth at the sight. He seemed so peaceful then, a huge contrast to his usually very energetic – sometimes almost manic even – attitude. Part of his face was buried into the pillow and he looked angelic. A few strands of his messy curly hair were standing up at the top of his head and she suddenly felt the urge to smooth them down.

Of course she didn't – partly because she didn't want to wake up him but mostly because it would have been weird. They weren't even that close yet at the time.

She also remembers the first time she got to watch him sleep as she was lying on the bed next to him; the first time she could stare without fear of getting caught. It was on the morning after their first date, during which things started to heat up after 4 kamikaze shots and she urged him to take her to his apartment (the closest to the restaurant) despite their 'no sex right away' rule.

As she was looking at him, smiling in his sleep and taking most of the space on the mattress, she didn't mind breaking this rule at all.

She brought her hand to his hair and smoothed the messy curls down, met by a satisfied – yet still sleepy – sigh coming from his mouth at the touch.

She knew at that moment she was screwed.

If it wasn't for the constant (and very nerve-wracking) 'bip' of the pulse monitor by his side and the ugly burns on his face as well as the tube going inside his nose, the whole scene could easily look like they're at home, on one of these many mornings since their first one together she wakes up before him.

But this is not one of these mornings – she's not just waking up herself, as she hasn't slept all night. And Jake is not simply sleeping – he's unconscious, after finding himself stuck in a room where a bomb literally blew up hours ago, killing both Pam and the perp they were guarding on its way.

But not Jake. Somehow, he survived. Doctors said he's lucky he did. They also said he'll be even luckier if he ever wakes up. Amy laughed when they told her that.

"He will wake up," she answered, her voice firm and utterly convinced of her words. "He has to. I booked us a trip to the waterpark for our anniversary."

As if death cared about vacations.

Truth is, she was in too much shock to think coherently.

Now though the news has sunk in and her heart is hurting at the bare thought of losing Jake as she watches him sleep, her cheeks soaked in desperate tears and his cold hand wrapped in both of hers.

(Usually, her body is the cold one he has to warm up with his natural heat.)

He's been in numerous life-threatening situations in the past and so did she, and both of them are used to trips to the hospital for a reason or another – but it's never been that bad. And it never occurred right in the middle of a fight (or rather a 'devastatingly sad conversation,' as Jake put it himself earlier).

She'd never forgive herself if some of her last words to him were to be something she blurted out in the heat of the moment about starting over with somebody else.

She doesn't want to be with somebody else (and technically, that's what she told him, but still) – she only wants him, now more than ever.

She needs him to wake up.

(Sure, they still need to talk about kids and figure something out because she means it when she says she's always seen herself having children but presently it feels like it can wait a little longer.)

Amy doesn't really know how it went down like this but for sure this 'casecation' has turned into a complete 'casemare' very quickly and unexpectedly. What she'd give to go back to the beginning of the night, when they were having champagne and listing their top #5 moments of their first year of marriage with laughter and complicity…

They never even got to pick their favorite one.

"There were so many," she says out loud, talking to Jake, then starts listing a few – the time they put on matching clothes without planning it, the time a very cute and still so in love elderly couple walking hand-in-hand around the park hailed them and told them they reminded them of themselves, the time he silently grabbed her hand and shot a reassuring smile at her when the elevator of their building acted like it was going to stop working and they were gonna get stuck there, the time he surprised her with a fully cooked dinner without burning anything nor making any mess in the kitchen…

She has enough stories to last for a lifetime. And it's only been one year.

Every single day that I get to be with someone as amazing as you is crazy to me.

She sobs-laughs at the memory.

Suddenly though, Amy's cut in the middle of her ramblings by the small pressure of Jake's hand moving inside her own. Her heart starts pounding and when she looks at his face, she sees as his eyes are blinking until they fully open and meet her own. A pang of relief washes over her whole body at the sight of him staring back at her.

He quickly averts his gaze to look around though, scanning the place.

"What happened?" His voice is hoarse and the words seem painful to let out when he faces her again.

"You got taken in the middle of an explosion…" Amy doesn't really want to go too much into details and relive what was probably the worst moment of her entire existence.

There's a short pause after that, until something switches inside Jake's eyes as if memories are coming back to him.

"How are the others?!"

Amy opens her mouth but nothing gets out at first. She squeezes her husband's hand harder inside her own, trying to gain some courage.

She knows he's gonna get crushed over the news and probably blame himself for not being able to save them in the end.

"They… didn't make it. I'm sorry."

"Oh," he simply lets out before silence takes over the room. It's awkward and heavy and Amy wants to say something – anything – to lighten the atmosphere.

Jake beats her at it.

"There's only one bomb that could kill me."

"What?" she frowns, not sure she understood what he said.

His gaze fixates on her, staring deep into her eyes with an intense gaze before he blurts it out. "Your butt. Your butt is da bomb."

And just like that, the atmosphere switches – Amy chuckles through her still falling tears and her heart explodes with love for that man and relief that he's safe and sound. She leans over and kisses him as an answer, making sure to keep it tendre not to hurt him with the pressure of her lips against his. For just a second, it's like nothing that happened during the past evening ever existed.

"I love you so much," she whispers when they part. "I was so scared I was gonna lose you."

She strokes his cheek softly and he smiles at her.

"Me too."

Amy can read in his eyes he's not talking just about the bomb, but also the rest. She's about to say something when the door opens and someone comes inside, interrupting the moment.

"Oh my God, Jake!" Without a warning first, Karen rushes towards their sides – she looks absolutely terrified and devastated. "Are you okay?!"

"I am, mom. Don't worry." Jake shoots her a reassuring smile before exchanging a knowing glance with Amy.

"I'm gonna get some coffee." She doesn't want to leave her husband's side but she's not the only one who worried about Jake – Karen deserves some time with her son as well. She'll be back by his side in no time.

At least, she tries to remind herself, she's leaving him awake and as well as he could be after being caught in the middle of a bomb explosion.

Amy's back in the room exactly 30 minutes later, unable to wait for one more minute away from Jake.

It seems like he and his mother are in the middle of a conversation, that stops the moment she passes the door. She doesn't linger into it too much though, her eyes searching for his. He shoots her a reassuring smile when they meet.

Karen turns around to face her and smiles at her too before she stands up from the chair Amy herself had called her own the whole night as she worriedly watched her husband sleep and prayed for him to wake up soon.

"I'll leave you two alone." The older woman shoots her son a knowing look, kissing his cheek as a goodbye. She squeezes Amy's shoulder when she passes by her. "Keep me updated."

Amy simply nods in return. She doesn't waste any more second to claim back her seat as soon as her mother-in-law leaves. She scans Jake's face carefully.

"You okay?"

"Everything hurts," he winces, making her own heart hurt for him as well. "But I'll survive," he quickly reassures her.

Silence fills the room for a beat after that until Jake breaks it. He reaches for her hand and stares deep into her eyes with a shy glint shining inside his own.

The look on his face makes Amy frown.

"About last night…" he trails off. "Me not wanting kids…"

"We don't have to talk about it now," she cuts him off before he can say anything. There's already a new weight forming inside her chest at the mention of their potential future children. "We should just focus on you getting better right now."

"I know. But I want to talk about it now. I've been thinking – well, mostly I've been listening to my mother talk – and… I do want to have kids. With you."

He squeezes her hand with a smile and her heart instantly melts. This is not the turn she thought this conversation was going to take – and though she's thrilled he did, she doesn't understand what made him change his mind so quickly.

"You're not scared anymore?!"

"Oh no, I still am. Maybe even more so now with this reminder of how risky our job can be and how if we have a kid, this kind of situation would affect them as well. But my mom made me see that being scared isn't necessarily a bad thing. It's even a good thing – it means we care and we'll want to do better. Did you know my father was the one who was the most certain about having me?!"

Amy's features soften at his words, heart literally pounding in her chest with happiness. They're gonna have babies. Mini Jake and her running around the house. And she's pretty certain they're going to have the best dad ever.

"But…" Jake adds before she can reply with anything. "Can we wait a bit before starting trying? I'm not sure I'm quite there yet."

"Of course!" She immediately agrees. "Only when we're both 100% ready." She softly caresses his arm, smiling at him, and he shoots her a grin.

They spend the rest of the morning already brainstorming baby names.

(Next time they find themselves in a hospital room for more than a little injury, the places are reversed: Amy's the one in the bed with Jake by her side, carefully holding Atlas Peralta, 19.3 inches and 7.6 lbs. as they finally welcome their baby into the world after hours of labour.)