Beautiful Boy

Summary: Drew and Rick get some good news, ie, some pure wholesome fluff.

Note: General disclaimer, I own no rights to Night Shift. Also, this is more kinda a story seed I have. I would like to expand it further, just kind of trying to gauge interest so any feedback is welcome.

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Drew was waiting for him when he got home. He was sitting on the front steps of their farm house, sipping a beer with another ready for Rick. He was smiling ear to ear and almost bouncing with excitement, which was completely abnormal for the normally serious man. Rick climbed out of his Jeep, taking in the scene with suspicion. He had had a long day, and it had been annoying to say the least. He was tired, and his temper was short. He really wasn't in the mood for antics. "What did you do?" He asked as he came up to the porch.

Drew smiled up at him, his brown eyes shining. He was almost laughing when he said, "nothing!" His reply was a little too quick, and his movement was a little wobbly as he handed Rick the beer.

He took the offered drink, his face skeptical. He was still dressed in his uniform, still in work mode so to speak. He wasn't over his very long, very stressful day, and thus was in no mood for games. "Drew," he started, but his husband reached out and tugged on his arm, motioning for him to sit next to him. With an exasperated sigh, Rick did, as prompted fighting back his annoyance. "How many beers have you had? And where is Bri?" He asked.

"Bri is at Missy's house. They have a school project they're working on, and she's spending the night there. Already talked to Missy's mom. And I'm not drunk. I haven't even had a whole beer. I was trying to wait for you," Drew said, still smiling like an idiot. His words were coherent and clear, and he didn't look drunk now that Rick was actually studying him. But Drew was being playful, giddy even, and that was extremely odd.

"You're acting drunk," Rick said, giving the other a side eye as he took a sip of his beer.

"Someone's cranky," Drew teased.

"Yeah. And you're not helping," Rick all but snapped, "why are you acting like your drunk?"

"I got a phone call from our case worker," Drew replied, unfazed, and Rick felt his blood freeze even as his heart sped up. He locked his eyes on Drew's face, waiting for what he would say next not sure if he was scared or excited. Drew, meeting his husband's eyes, swallowed back the sudden lump of emotion that choked him and his eyes teared up. "It's a boy," he said, then laughed.

Rick's jaw dropped and he stammered for a moment, his brain trying to process exactly what had happened, "a...a boy?" He asked, feeling an overwhelming sense of excitement and joy.

Drew pulled him in close, hugging him tightly for a moment before kissing his cheek. "A baby boy. He was born three weeks ago and surrendered to CPS by both parents. We just have some paperwork to sign, and then we can bring him home in a week."

Pulling away from Drew so he could see his face, Rick asked, "are you serious? This is real?"

"Yeah. I'm serious," Drew answered and this time Rick pulled him into an embrace.

The former Army Ranger now Swat Officer felt tears falling from his eyes as he finally absorbed the news. This was everything they had hoped for when they started this process during Drew's latest deployment. It was everything that they had planned and prayed for. He couldn't be more excited, happy, or overwhelmed than he was this moment. "Does Bri know?" He asked and felt Drew shake his head.

"No. I figured we'd surprise her tomorrow. She's going to be an amazing sister," Drew said and Rick couldn't agree more.

"A boy? We have a son?" Rick asked, just wanting to hear the conformation one more time.

Drew laughed and kissed him, "we gotta think of a name."