Amy

A month and half had passed by since Jake had been shot a and Amy was relieved to find that life had fallen into comfortable routines, or as close to comfortable routines as she could have with Jake as her life partner. Three weeks ago, he had made a big push to name the baby after action stars, but Amy fought and refused to name their baby Keanu, Bruce, Sigourney or Milla. A week ago he pushed for Hispanic movie star names but was shot down by all of Amy's family for Antonio, Banderas, Gael, Jennifer or Penelope.

There were still some talks about the dangers they faced, particularly Jake as he continued to fight against becoming a sergeant. Amy argued that he was selling himself short and that he could help a lot of detectives to become better, but he kept resisting and insisting he didn't have it in him to do it or pass the tests. This had led to one small fight, but in the end, Amy realized that so much had changed, their dangers and then the baby, so she put it on the back burner, for now.

September was a week and half away and the baby was due in January. Amy was showing much more than she wanted to, but no one from the Nine-Nine had said anything about her being pregnant. She had tried asking Jake about it, but he fought her and told her he was staying quiet and not even jinxing talking about it until she told someone other than Holt and Terry. Her curiosity finally got the best of her and on a particularly hot August day, she was wearing he full dress coat with her uniform, most people would have passed out from the heat, but Amy, who was notoriously always cold was only a little uncomfortable.

She knew Jake was on a case with Rosa as he had texted her, so she took the opportunity to talk to Holt without interruption. As she entered his office and knocked on the inside wall, Holt turned around from looking at his calendar, "Sergeant Peralta," he gestured towards a chair, "please come in and have a seat."

"Thank you, sir." Amy sat down and wondered how to bring this up carefully and not overly accusatory towards her captain.

Holt sat down pressed his fingers together, "what can I do for you sergeant?"

Amy took a deep breath, "Captain, why haven't people made comments, my officers or anyone from the Nine-Nine. No one has said a word, and that's crazy because I am showing, enough to warrant questions I think."

Holt evaded her gaze, "Um…yes…well, Sergeant Jeffords and myself wanted to take any stress away from you about the baby…so…"

Amy could feel this was not good, "Sir, please, what did you and Terry tell everyone?"

Holt looked right at her again, he gulped, this was going to be bad, "we felt that an approach of them not saying anything without piquing their interest was the best play here…we may have told them that you were gaining weight from stress and at no point should they ever say anything. I told the detective squad and Terry told your officers."

Amy felt her anger building up, she had never felt this way at Holt before. "Sir, you what?! They think I'm fat from stress?! Is that better, at all?"

Holt's eyes widened, Amy was fairly certain this was most nervous she had seen captain Holt. "I am sorry…we thought it would help…it was wrong…Sergeant, there was a better way to deal with that and I apologize for our insensitivity and harm we may have caused."

Amy softened as she saw her mentor and captain squirming in his seat, a sight she never thought she'd see, "Sir, you're fine. It would have been nice to know this is why, but it's okay, not great, but okay. It explains why some of my officers have started healthy eating groups and posting healthy snack ideas on the boards."

Holt smirked, "really?"

Amy nodded and smiled, much more warmly now, "yes, I have a good group of officers sir, who do care about everyone. I suppose it's time to tell everyone, though Jake has to tell this group, it will be worse, much worse than my group of officers."

"I concur, Boyle might actually cause bodily harm to Jake, I'll have to think of a good way for him to tell the squad."

Jake

Jake and Rosa entered the Nine-Nine and before he made it his desk, he was summoned to Holt's office. Jake had been playing by the book and not taking any risks, so he was baffled as to why he was being called in, having been called in many times before for behavioral and procedural issues.

"Sit down, Peralta, we have something of a personal nature to discuss."

Jake didn't know what to say, "are you and Kevin having problems sir?"

Holt motioned no with his hands, "no, not at all. I meant about you and Amy, and her pregnancy."

Jake smiled, "wow, that makes much more sense. I wouldn't know where to begin giving others advice."

Holt considered him for a few seconds, "I disagree, you have handled your issues with grace and perseverance that I doubt many others could have done, but that is not what I want to talk to you about. I made a grave error and told the detectives and had Terry tell the uniformed officers that Amy was experiencing weight gain due to stress so they would not guess she was pregnant. It was ill-advised and amateurish at best, but she and I spoke today and we both believe it is time for you each to tell your squads."

Jake had to consciously think about breathing, "today? Oh man, this will be tough."

Holt stood up and locked his door, he picked up his phone, "I will enter the numbers so you can use the loudspeaker, tell them, and you don't have to leave until Boyle has clearly demonstrated he will not hurt or touch you."

Jake closed his eyes and tried to relax, "okay, I can do this." Holt dialed the numbers and Jake took phone in his hand, he felt shaky, but he knew it was time, her heard the beep of the loudspeaker, "hey everyone…Jake here…so…how to say this…Amy is pregnant, she and I are expecting our baby in late January. It was not stress weight as the Captain and Sarge told you, but please be calm." As Jake spoke he could hear a commotion out in the bullpen, he saw Charles gyrating and screaming, Rosa finally had enough and pinned him down using her baton.

"Congratulations to you and Amy, Jake!" Rosa yelled almost with a hint of emotion.

"Thanks, Rosa. Scully, Hitchcock, anything to say?"

Scully and Hitchcock looked at each other confused, they hadn't paid attention, Charles looked like he might pass out, but Jake wasn't leaving Holt's office until he was one hundred percent sure he had calmed all the way down.

Amy and Jake

The walk home was a pleasant one, Amy felt relieved everyone knew now, Jake still had a bruised rib from when Charles had pretended to be calm, but then tackled him later as Jake was talking to Terry. "How did you not lose it when Holt told you everyone thought you were just gaining weight?"

Amy smiled, "I was mad, but then I noticed how uncomfortable he was, he felt bad and he was nervous of my reaction, that was new for dealing with him. I'm glad nobody said anything because they didn't know until today. It's been our thing, we have to share it now, but we can block Charles in all social media and on the phones, so it won't be too different."

Jake squeezed her hand, "I'm glad they know, it was stressful talking about life, knowing the baby was coming, but having to keep it out of all conversations at work."

"I know, I almost said something a few times, but we made it, like we always do."

After dinner, Jake finished the dishes and sat next to Amy on the couch, Amy had gone through several phases of wanting to be touched, or not wanting to be touched, Jake just let her dictate things, it was less scary that way, as soon as he was seated, she cuddled up to him, this was normal. She soon reached up and caressed his check, then started kissing him softly along his jawline and up to his ear, her hands then moved to his waist and then his waistband.

"Ames, are you sure? You were on your feet all day and working hard."

Amy pulled back and frowned at him, "I make the moves and you say no?"

"Ames, it's not that, I just worry about you. I couldn't do what you're doing."

Amy smiled slightly, "no you couldn't, but this is what I want, unless you're grossed out by my emerging belly?"

Jake shook his head no vigorously, "no way in hell, it's you, I find it hella sexy, honest. I just don't want to be my dad."

Amy sighed, "don't fuck other women and you won't be your dad."

Jake grinned, "damn Mrs. Peralta, that was salty and sexy."

Amy pulled off her t-shirt while Jake did the same, she then leaned forward and started undoing Jake's jeans and yanked down his jeans and boxers, Jake reached forward and pulled down Amy's leggings and underwear, he noticed Amy turning slightly red.

"Ames, what's wrong?"

"My belly…it's so big, and it's going to get bigger."

"Ames, relax, you are beautiful. The fact that you are pregnant, with our baby, makes you even more so."

Amy pulled him to her and kissed him, her passion and gratitude expressed through the kiss, both of their hands now exploring the familiar terrain of their partner's bodies. Amy's hands pulled his hips to hers, his kisses began trailing down to her breasts. Jake's tongue circled around her nipple as his hand gently stimulated her clit. She moaned as Jake increased the speed and pressure with his hands.

Amy's hands pushed Jake's head down, his tongue now lavishing attention at her center. Jake felt her fingers tighten in his hair as she pushed hips harder into his face. Amy screamed his name, as Jake pulled away she tugged him upward, their lips meeting again, Amy led him into the bedroom amidst their kisses. As they reached the bed, she gently pushed him to bed, he scooted back as she climbed on the bed, she crawled over him, their eyes met again, Amy reached behind her and guided Jake inside her.

As Jake felt her move up and down him, he knew they had done this many times before, yet he knew he would remember this time, her emerging pregnant belly glistening with sweat, her breasts bouncing gently in front of him. Jake reached up and softly pressed his hands against her stomach, relishing in the contact as his hands slid up and down on her. Amy noticed his grin, she leaned forward and his pressed her lips to his.

Jake heard Amy start to release through her gentle moans, he looked up again and as he saw her stomach again, he felt himself begin to let go, he brought her closer to him again, her breasts now pressed up against his chest, he became lost in the moment and when he met her eyes, she was grinning.

"Babe are you okay?"

"Yeah, I was just sort of distracted by how beautiful you are."

Amy hit him softly as she lay down next to him. "Shut up, Jake."

Jake turned to her, "Ames, I'm not kidding. Seriously, you have always been gorgeous, you always will be, but your stomach, I love it, it's our future, it's us, our baby."

Amy laughed, "it's just so crazy. After I was taken I was so sure I didn't want a baby, at all, then I found out I was pregnant and seemed to just make sense. It's just weird."

"I don't know, it's like at work, the better the case, the less you worry about the little things, the dangers, the ugliness, I think you being pregnant did that for us, it gave us something else to focus on."

Amy reached out and stroked his cheek gently, "you are actually getting smarter, like crazy smart, it's amazing."

Jake grinned at her as he rolled his eyes, "it's not that amazing that I'm learning and trying to take care of us."

"I'm just comparing current you to the Jake Peralta I met when I joined the Nine-Nine."

"Yeah, old Jake is gone, buried by life and stress."

Amy poked him, "new Jake is way better, I liked old Jake, but new Jake knows how to discuss feelings, new Jake is concerned with my wellbeing, not pranking me all the time and new Jake doesn't risk his life near as much."

"True dat, okay, I'm on board, yay for new Jake. I just hope I'm not too cautious, that's almost worse than reckless."

"True, but I've watched and listened to you, you do your job well, I mean, you've even improved your paperwork, Holt sends me pictures of it from time to time with a thank you."

"Yeah, after years of being hounded for my mistakes and tardiness, it turns out having a hot wife who is turned on by efficient and correct paperwork was the best motivator."

"Score on for Amy." She kissed him softly, then smiled as she noticed him taking her in again, the way he just absorbed her, almost worshipped her, flaws and all. The kidnapping had almost ruined what they had, but the new them that had risen from the ashes had somehow become even better, more supportive. Amy fell asleep that night with a smile on her face as she reflected on how they had evolved as a couple, from arguing and teasing to competitive, to in love and hot and heavy, but now to this, and she liked this, she loved this, she needed this.