Hey babes! Welcome! This is my first time writing for the Magnum PI/Miggy fandom, but definitely not my first time writing fanfiction. My sister and I recently binged the serious, getting all caught up, and obviously, I fell in love with Thomas and Juliet as a ship. They're clearly perfect for each other.

I'm honestly not entirely sure where the idea for this one came from, but once I started writing, everything came onto the page pretty easily, and the title came pretty easily too (which is not always the case), so maybe it was always meant to be. :)

Anyway, I'm so happy to finally be sharing this one, even if I am a little nervous, as I am writing for any new fandom, worried about whether or not I got the character's voices/personalities right. Nevertheless, I'm still excited to share it. Hope you all like it!

Enjoy!


Thomas would be lying if he said he hasn't thought about Higgins as more than just a friend. Especially over the last several months since his relationship with Lia officially ended and he and Higgins have gotten closer. That's not to say he hasn't thought about Higgins like that before, but things have escalated quite a bit in his dreams recently. And somehow, it's worse in reality, whenever he remembers what happened in his dreams and that he can't just sweep her up into a kiss and take her against the nearest surface. But he desperately wants to.

He's tried his best to quell those desires whenever he's around her, no matter how tough it's getting to not imagine what it might be like to have her hands in his hair, to have her body moving beneath his, to have his name whispered on her lips. He's found himself having to take a cold shower on more than one occasion.

But along with the…less than decent thoughts and dreams he has about Higgins, he also has completely normal fantasies about living a domestic life with his business partner. Waking up in her arms every morning, stealing kisses every chance he gets, making meals together in the kitchen, cuddling up on the couch to watch a movie with the lads at their feet, completely normal and domestic. And he wants it probably more than he's ever wanted anything.

Especially now as he stands back and watches her gushing over the newest member of their ohana.

She looks like a vision as she cradles Rick and Suzy's newborn son in her arms, smiling brightly at the boy and talking softly to him. He can't hear what she's saying, given that she's not talking loud enough, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that he can't keep his eyes off of her, can't stop the way his heart is aching with a certain type of longing that he knows only she can fulfill.

Watching her with Rick's son reminds him of that day that feels like a lifetime ago when they'd had to look after an infant Hiapo. Back then it'd amazed him how great she was with Hiapo once she allowed herself to genuinely care for the boy, and he'd vocalized his thoughts about her being a good mother. And that thought is still just as strong today as it was back then, if not stronger.

After a few minutes, he's given the chance to hold the baby, cradling the boy carefully in his arms and making sure to support his head. He bounces the boy gently, smiling at him even though he's sleeping, and whispers a promise to always be there for him. That he's part of their ohana now, and they look out for one another.

Eventually, their time at the hospital is over; visiting hours have ended and mom and baby need their rest. Rick stays, of course, to be with his family, but the rest of them slowly trickle out of the room and make their way downstairs toward the parking lot.

Once in the lot, they all go their separate ways, with plans to celebrate at La Mariana once Suzy and the baby are released from the hospital.

He and Higgins had driven over together earlier, so naturally, they drive back to Robin's Nest together as well. It's a peaceful, calm drive, still fairly early in the evening so the sun is just barely starting to set behind the horizon. They chat idly as they make their way down the island streets toward their shared residence.

Every time he glances over at her from the driver's seat, the sight of the sunset illuminating her nearly takes his breath away. Each and every time. It takes every ounce of his self-control to tear his gaze away from her long enough to make sure they stay on the road and don't crash.

When they finally reach Robin's Nest, he parks the car and shuts the engine off, then leans back in his seat as he lets out a small breath. He tilts his head against the back of the seat to look at Higgins, watching with a small smile as she taps away at the screen of her phone.

"Wanna come inside for a drink?"

Her eyes lift from her phone, and she looks at him with pursed lips and a raised brow. "You are aware that I reside in the main house whilst you reside in the guest house, yes?"

He nods. "Yeah."

"Yet you're inviting me into the main house for a drink?"

He shrugs. "We can go down to the guest house if you want."

She shakes her head. "No, it's not that."

"Okay, so then what is it?"

"I'm not sure."

He nods slowly. "So do you want to share a drink with me or not?"

She's quiet for a moment, watching him. And then she sighs and nods. "Alright. Come on, then." She's out of the car in an instant and making her way up toward the door of the main house.

Thomas smiles to himself and then pulls the keys from the ignition so he can climb out of the car and follow behind her into the house. He can hear the lads barking in the distance, grateful that they seem to be holed up in another room somewhere; he'd rather not be fearing for his life right now.

Letting out a small breath, Thomas leans back against the nearest surface, which just so happens to be one of the counters, and slides his hands into the pockets of his shorts. He watches with a small smile as Higgins moves about the kitchen, his eyes tracking her every movement. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he's simply watched her move. And it probably won't be the last.

He stands up straighter when she stops in front of him, a slight furrow to her brows as she wordlessly holds out a glass of wine to him. He accepts the drink and offers her a small smile.

"Any chance this is from the wine cellar?" he asks, carefully swirling the drink inside its glass, already knowing there's a high chance that it is.

She just smiles at him as she brings the glass to her lips. "Perhaps."

Their eyes remain locked on each other as she takes a sip of the wine. He probably should too. But he can't. "How long do you think it'll take before Rick calls one of us in a panic because he doesn't know what to do with his kid and doesn't want Suzy to worry?" he asks instead, needing another moment to get his head on straight.

Higgins laughs quietly. "I'm sure you're underestimating him. You're all quite capable in your own right. You fared rather well when we were looking after Hiapo, if my memory serves."

"You weren't so bad yourself," he responds. "And…it was a good look on you."

She raises a brow at him. "And what look would that be?"

"Motherhood. If you ever decide to go there, your kids will have really lucked out."

She smiles softly at him. "Thank you, Thomas. That…that means a lot coming from you."

He shrugs. "It's the truth. You're a great woman, Juliet, and I know you'd be a great mother too."

"And you would be an excellent father. If you ever decide to go there as well."

Thomas sighs heavily. "I don't know. I'm starting to think maybe it's not in the cards for me. I can't seem to find a woman who will stick around."

"Well maybe…maybe you've been looking in the wrong places," she tells him, and he almost missed it because she was nearly whispering.

But he definitely doesn't miss the way she's looking at him now. It makes his breath catch in his throat, the way she's watching him over the rim of her glass, the wine slowly slipping past her deep red lips. There's something in her eyes that he can't quite place, he's certain he's never seen it from her before. But it makes him want to throw all caution to the wind and risk everything they've built over the last few years.

Without taking his eyes off of her, he reaches behind him to set his glass of wine on the counter and then takes a few small steps closer to her. "And where exactly should I be looking?"

She just shrugs, lowering her wine glass with the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips. "I haven't the foggiest."

"Right." He steps even closer to her, getting right into her personal space. He coaxes her glass out of her hand and reaches past her to set it down. He thinks he hears her breath hitch, and when he leans back just enough to look at her, he can tell she's trying her hardest to mask something. It's only mildly infuriating. Which is exactly the way he likes things.

The words he'd been meaning to speak die on his tongue before he can even open his mouth. He's standing closer to Higgins than he probably ever has for any significant length of time, her incredibly enchanting eyes boring straight into his.

"Have I ever told you how mesmerizing you are?"

"Magnum…"

"I'm serious," he insists, being careful to not disturb the spell they've found themselves in. "I would be lying if I said I haven't been attracted to you since we met. And then I got to know you and that attraction became something…meaningful. One of the most meaningful things in my life."

"I…I know precisely what you mean."

His grins. "I knew you always liked me."

She rolls her eyes, shifting back slightly on her feet. "Oh, honestly, Magnum. Could you not act like a child for once and just be serious and—"

He doesn't let her finish her admonishment. Instead, he chooses to act on what he means rather than trying to find more words to express himself.

So he kisses her. He steps fully into her space, cups her cheek in one hand, and captures her lips mid-sentence. She gasps, clearly taken by surprise, her entire body freezing.

For a fraction of a moment he's sure he's messed up, but then she's kissing him back. Her lips move against his as her hands find his shirt, gripping tightly to the section against his ribs. He brings his other hand to rest on her waist, tugging her closer to him as he deepens the kiss.

It might be a cliche, but kissing Juliet Higgins feels right. Everything has fallen into place and he can't help but think about how perfect it all feels.

He has the woman of his dreams in his arms, kissing him like there's no guarantee of tomorrow, and he knows that he's never been happier than in this one moment.

A resurgence of confidence courses through him when Juliet lets out a throaty moan. The sound sends a shiver down his spine, and he kisses her deeper, stepping forward until they're stopped by the edge of the counter behind her.

Dropping his hand from her cheek, he settles it on her other hip, gripping tightly to the fabric of her dress and bunching it in his fists. He presses his whole body against hers, trapping her between himself and the counter, a quiet groan escaping past his lips.

Her hands find their way into his hair as he moves his lips along her jawline and then down the column of her throat, kissing slowly to savor each second. It's only when a breathy "Thomas" makes its way past her lips that everything he'd planned completely leaves his brain. Oh, the things this woman does to him.

Reluctantly pulling away from her skin, he breathes heavily, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. "Care to join me upstairs?"

Her breathing is just as heavy as his. "Did you just invite yourself to my room?"

"It worked earlier inviting myself into the house, didn't it?" he questions teasingly, knowing it has the potential to rile her up. Which could either go really well or very poorly for him right now.

She takes a deep breath. "Yes, I suppose it did. Was that your plan this whole time, then?"

"Not entirely. I just wanted to keep spending time with you." He tilts his head to press a slow kiss to her lips. "All of this is just a bonus," he whispers, finally opening his eyes to look at her.

"I'd be inclined to agree," she whispers back, a tiny hint of a smile on her lips. She takes a deep breath, her hands falling from his hair to fiddle with the collar of his shirt, her eyes drifting down. "Now then, you drink some of your wine, and then meet me upstairs."

"Do I have to?" he asks, his hands sliding up her sides to circle around her back.

"It was your idea to come in for a drink. That's a very expensive bottle, the least you could do is actually have some of it."

"I'd rather have you."

A faint rosiness creeps onto her cheeks, her hands flattening against his chest. She just smiles at him, leaning forward to ghost her lips over his. "Wine first, Thomas."

Another shiver runs down his spine at the way she says his name, instinctively leaning forward to connect their lips again. But then she's gently pushing him back and stepping away from him. He watches as she moves toward the stairs, throwing him a particular kind of look over her shoulder as she disappears from his view.

Turning swiftly, Thomas grabs his glass of wine off the counter and downs half of it in one go. Letting out a breath, he steps out of the kitchen and moves quickly toward the stairs, his heart hammering inside his chest in anticipation of what's about to transpire. And he can't wait.

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Lying on his back under the cool sheets, Thomas can't keep the dopey grin off of his face. The top sheet has been pulled free of the mattress, some of the pillows are lying in different spots from where they started, and the blankets are in a heap on the floor. And the absolute best part is the incredible woman lying against him, an arm draped over his torso and her head resting on his chest.

In turn, he has an arm wrapped securely around her waist, his fingers running lazily up and down her spine. And despite how peaceful everything feels, it doesn't stop the doubt and worry from creeping in.

"This isn't gonna change anything between us, is it?" He can't keep the worry out of his voice, no matter how hard he tries to do so.

Higgins shifts, lifting her head enough to look at him. "I think you'll find, Magnum, that things have already changed rather significantly for us." She lightly taps on his bare chest, a small hint of a smile pulling at her lips.

He shakes his head. "No, not that. I meant everything else. I want this, Higgy. I want you for the rest of my life. I just don't want it to change what we already have or who we are."

"You mean the fact that you're extremely childish?"

"Or that you're so controlling?" he quips back.

She lets out a breath as she drops down so her chin is resting on his chest. "I don't think our dynamic is going to change. We wouldn't allow each other to change who we are at our core just for a relationship."

He quirks a brow. "So you want this to be a relationship?"

"Don't you?"

He shrugs. "Well, yeah, I just wasn't entirely sure if you wanted that."

She rises onto her elbow again, looking him directly in the eyes. "You listen to me, Thomas Magnum. I have been in love with you for, quite frankly, longer than part of me is willing to admit just yet. I have spent so much time being scared to fall in love again, utterly petrified that it'd be taken away from me again at a moment's notice. I've pushed people away and kept myself guarded to keep from being hurt."

"So what changed?" he asks quietly, gently.

She smiles softly at him. "You weaseled your way into my heart. And you refused to leave."

He chuckles. "Sorry about that."

She shakes her head. "Don't be. I wouldn't have it any other way."

He smiles, running his whole hand up her back and pulling her closer. "Yeah, it is pretty perfect right now. You're perfect."

She rolls her eyes despite the smile she's still wearing. "I'm a human being, Magnum, I'm hardly perfect."

"But you're pretty damn close to it."

"I suppose you are as well." She leans down closer to him, pressing her lips to his in a slow, tender kiss. "I love you, Thomas."

His heart soars. "I love you too, Juliet."


Thomas would be lying if he said that this isn't one of the happiest days of his life. There aren't many days that can compare to this one, he can only think of a small handful that might. And they all involve the same few people. But he truly wouldn't have it any other way. He's now at a place in his life that, for quite a while, he never thought he'd be able to reach. What with being in POW camp and then having multiple failed relationships as well as numerous near-death experiences.

But everything that's happened has led him to this moment. His heart swells every single time he looks at her. Though to be fair, he hasn't been able to tear his gaze away since he first set eyes on her, so his heart is beyond full right now with all the love he has for her. An instantaneous kind of love that he's only ever felt once before.

This is one of the best moments of his life, even amidst the panic and terror he'd felt earlier. The panic and terror were fleeting in the grand scheme of things, though, and now he's floating on cloud nine, soaking up the moment, eager to see the way she interacts with the world around her. Nothing beats this feeling.

"Thomas."

Spinning around, Thomas smiles when he sees Rick walking toward him, carrying a toddler on each hip, though only one of them is his spitting image. "Hey, Rick. Everything go okay?"

"I should be the one asking you that. How are they?"

Thomas lets out a breath. "They're great. The doctor ended up having to do a C-Section because he was worried about the baby's vitals, but thankfully they're both doing okay now."

"Daddy!"

Thomas chuckles at the excited squeal, shifting his attention to the little girl sitting on Rick's hip. "Hey, Charlie. I was wondering how long it was gonna take you to notice me. Come here, sweetheart." He reaches out and takes his daughter into his arms, settling her on his hip and hugging her close. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, lingering for a moment.

"Did you have fun with Uncle Rick and Aunt Suzy?" Thomas asks his daughter as he shifts his hold on her a little.

The little girl nods her head. "Yeah. We built castles."

"We took them down to the beach while TC and Cade covered La Mariana," Rick explains. "Figured it'd be a good way to tire her out so you'll all hopefully get some sleep tonight."

Thomas smiles at his friend. "Thanks, man. I appreciate the thought, but we both know what it's like with a newborn. Neither of us is getting a full night's sleep for a while."

Rick sighs. "It was worth a shot."

"Daddy, where's mummy?"

Thomas smiles at the British inflection on the word 'mummy', something he always loves hearing, especially since it's one of only a few words from his daughter's vocabulary that are given that particular inflection. "She's still sleeping," he tells his daughter, pushing some of her tight, dirty-blonde curls out of her face as she rests her head on his shoulder.

"I wanna see her."

"I know you do. And we'll go see her in a minute. But there's someone else I want you to see first." Stepping over to the glass barrier, Thomas points as best he can to one of the dozens of babies on the other side. "Do you see the baby right over there?" he asks. "The one right in the middle of all the babies?"

Charlotte nods against him. "Yeah."

"That's your baby sister."

"Oh. Can I see mummy now, please?"

Thomas lets out a small breath and nods. "Yeah, I guess we can go see if she's awake." He grabs Charlotte's favorite stuffed animal that Rick holds out, smiling at his friend as he passes by him, and moves down the hallway. He hands Charlotte the toy, the toddler eagerly taking it and clinging onto it for dear life, just like she's done since the first time she grabbed hold of it as an infant.

Navigating quickly and easily through the halls of the maternity ward, Thomas finds the room he wants toward the end of one of the hallways. He nudges the door open and peers inside, smiling when he sees his wife sitting up in the bed, tapping away at her phone screen.

Pushing the door open further, he steps inside. "Someone's got a visitor."

"Mummy!" Charlie squeals, wiggling wildly in his arms to be put down.

Juliet looks up from her phone and beams, her eyes locking directly onto Charlie. "Hello, my love."

Thomas more than willingly sets his daughter down, laughing quietly when she sprints toward the bed as soon as her feet touch the floor. He watches as she presses herself as far against the edge of the mattress as she can, giggling when her face is peppered with motherly kisses.

Moving across the floor, he scoops Charlie up off the floor and carefully deposits her in Juliet's lap, then takes up the seat next to the bed. "Be careful, Charlie," he speaks up when he sees his daughter still wiggling, catching the slight wince that Juliet tries to cover up. "Mummy might still be a little sore."

Charlie frowns at Juliet. "You okay, mummy?"

Juliet smiles softly and runs a hand over Charlie's curls. "Oh, I'm perfectly alright, darling. Your father's just being unnecessarily overprotective."

Thomas smiles. "Well, I'm sorry if I don't want my wife to ever be in any pain."

She flashes him a teasing smile. "Well then maybe you shouldn't have gotten me pregnant. Twice."

"Hey, you were a willing participant. Both times."

She rolls her eyes, though there's still a hint of a smile on her lips. "That's beside the point here."

He nods. "Yes, it is. So I don't know why you even brought it up."

Her jaw drops slightly at him before she shakes her head with another eye roll and focuses her attention on their eldest.

He loves that after their few years of marriage and being parents he can still get under her skin like that. They wouldn't be them if all of that suddenly stopped. It's a part of who they are with each other, and just like they promised when they first got together, that hasn't changed.

Quiet laughter pulls him out of his head and he focuses in front of him to see Juliet and Charlotte playing some kind of clapping game. Juliet is smiling that same smile she has whenever she's looking at their daughter, Charlie's curls bouncing every time she moves. He'd never known he could love two people as much as he loves them.

"Oh, I see we have the whole gang here."

Thomas turns at the voice, seeing the same nurse who attended to Juliet when Charlie was born entering the room, pushing a hospital bassinet from the nursery in front of her. His entire body perks up at the realization and he shifts in his chair. He's vaguely aware of Juliet conversing with the nurse, mostly gushing over how big Charlie's gotten and discussing how Juliet's been feeling post-birth, but Thomas only has eyes for the youngest of his girls right now.

She's wide awake now, her small body wrapped tightly and securely in a hospital-issued blanket, a knit cap on her head.

Glancing over to the bed where the rest of his family is, he sees Charlie wiggling around on the mattress, her gaze drifting over to the bassinet every so often, her hands fiddling with the arms of her stuffed animal.

Smiling at his daughter, he silently reaches out toward her and she happily crawls across the bed and into his lap.

"Hi, daddy," she whispers, clearly not wanting to disturb the other conversation in the room.

He brushes some of her curls back. "Hi, sweetheart. I know it was tough to get a good look at your sister through the glass earlier, but maybe you want to see her again? You could try talking to her this time."

Charlie's eyes drift over to the crib for a moment and then back at him. She shrugs.

Pressing a kiss to the toddler's temple, Thomas leans forward and carefully pulls the bassinet toward them. He adjusts his hold on Charlie, settling her in his lap with her back against his chest so she can see her sister. He reaches inside and gently runs the back of his finger over the baby's incredibly soft cheek. "Hey, baby girl," he whispers. "This is your big sister Charlotte."

Charlotte leans forward and peers down at the baby, one of her tiny hands gripping the edge of the bassinet. "Hi. What's her name, daddy?"

"Her name is Olivia."

Charlotte's face scrunches up just the slightest. "She's tiny."

Thomas smiles. "I know. So were you when you were a baby. But she'll get bigger just like you did. Do you like your new baby sister?" he asks, praying that she will. That'd been one of their worries when they got pregnant with Olivia, given that Charlotte is still so young.

Charlotte's quiet for a moment before leaning even further out of his lap toward the baby. "Hi, Olivia," she whispers, kissing the baby's forehead the best that she can.

His heart melts at the sight of it.

Seconds later, Olivia starts squirming and whining, her little face scrunching up. Charlotte jolts and pushes herself back against him, her eyes going wide.

"Daddy."

Thomas brushes a hand over her hair and then drops a kiss to the top of her head in the hopes of soothing her. "It's okay, Charlie. I think she's just hungry. Do you want to go sit back with mummy while I grab Olivia?"

Charlotte nods and is already scrambling for the bed before he has the chance to lift her. But thankfully he manages to keep her from falling off and helps her get settled next to Juliet.

Turning back toward the bassinet, he smiles politely at the nurse and then carefully lifts baby Olivia out and cradles her in his arms. He bounces her a little with a smile. "I know, I know." He carries the baby over to the bed and then hands her over to Juliet with practiced ease.

He'll never get tired of watching Juliet with their children, no matter their age or size. She talks softly to Olivia, much like she did when Charlotte was a newborn, and adjusts the front of her hospital gown so the baby can eat. Gentle suckling noises and Juliet's quiet humming fill the space around them, Charlotte watching the whole process with the wary curiosity of any toddler encountering something new.

Sitting back in the chair, Thomas watches as Charlotte slowly relaxes against Juliet's side, leaning more against her mother as her eyelids slowly start to droop. It didn't take them long after Charlotte was born to discover that the easiest way to get her to go to sleep is if Juliet is right nearby, especially if she's humming a familiar tune. A mama's girl, through and through. Not that he minds in the slightest. He loves that Charlotte admires her mom so much and feels so safe and at ease around her.

He honestly wouldn't hate it if Olivia was the same way, preferring to be in Juliet's arms over his. Though a part of him does hope she'll be a daddy's girl.

Focusing back on the scene in front of him, Thomas' heart swells at the sight of his wife and daughter's on the bed together. Charlotte is curled up comfortably against Juliet's side, her stuffed animal clutched close to her chest. Olivia is still nursing, her big beautiful eyes staring up at her mom. Juliet has an arm wrapped around Charlotte to keep her close while the other holds Olivia to her chest, a content smile on her lips as she continues humming the same tune she's used since she was pregnant with Charlotte.

Digging his phone out of his pocket, Thomas quickly opens up the camera and snaps a photo of the moment. He knows he'll never forget this view, but it never hurts to have a physical copy of it.

Tiny gurgles draw his attention right as Juliet is lifting the baby to her shoulder to burp her. She's such a pro at this, even though it's only their second child (and their last if his wife's words during the early stages of labor were any indication).

"What are you smiling about over there?"

He can't help it when his smile widens as he focuses on his wife. "Just thinking."

"About?" she prods, gently patting their youngest daughter's back.

He shrugs. "Nothing. Everything."

She rolls her eyes. "Very specific, Thomas, thank you." She glances down at Olivia and then back at him. "Would you care to know what I'm thinking about?"

"Always."

She smiles. "I love you. And I love our girls. I think our little family is finally complete." Her smile falters just the slightest. "I know you'd mentioned wanting Olivia to be a boy early on, but I don't know if my body can handle another pregnancy and with everything that happened with Olivia's birth, I—"

Thomas shakes his head. "Hey, no." He scoots to the edge of his seat and leans forward, resting one of his hands on her leg. "I don't mind not having a son. Because I have you, and I have Charlotte, plus the lads, and now we have Olivia, and I can't think of a more perfect family."

"We're hardly perfect," she admonishes lightly as she lowers baby Olivia into her lap now that she's finished nursing and has been burped. "I'm sure we've had this discussion before."

Thomas chuckles. "No, you're absolutely right. We're not perfect." He glances down at his eldest daughter, then at his now-sleeping newborn daughter, and finally up at his wife. He grabs her free hand and holds tightly, smiling brightly at her. "We're definitely not perfect. But in my eyes, Juliet Magnum, we're pretty damn close."


So? What did you think? Let me know in a review down below. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Can't say when my next fic for them will be written/posted, as I don't currently have any ideas, but maybe I'll try and do something with this cute little family I've made in this fic. If that's something you all want to see. :)

Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!