He's not expecting them, here, outside the courthouse, today. But he walks out to see Amanda lounging against a pillar thumbing her phone and sipping coffee as little Jesse dozes in the stroller beside her. She glances up as he approaches and pockets her phone with a smile, handing him the other cup of coffee as he crouches down to give Jesse a little peck on the cheek. "How'd it go?" She's made it no secret that she's not a fan of his legal aspirations, so he quirks a brow at her and counters "What happened to 'you're a cop with me'? You really wanna know?" Their feet start moving instinctively their normal route back to her place as she replies a simple "I'm here aren't I?"
He's mid-way through a rant about the ambiguity of rape custody precedent when she turns to him suddenly "I do support you… you'd make a great ADA. Just, well, breaking in a new partner is such a pain. And you know, Jesse loves you. I don't want to even think about explaining to her no more Uncle Sonny spaghetti nights. So it's just easier to.. not." He actually stops walking as he pointedly raises a hand to emphasis his statement, "Look, no matter where I end up, there is no stopping spaghetti night." He glances at the little bundle still asleep in her stroller and back at her slightly rosy mother looking at him with hopeful eyes, "You two aren't getting rid of me that easy."