"Angell!" a voice yelled and she saw her boss walking over to her, with a stack of files in his hands. She looked up from her desk and into his eyes as he stopped in front of her;

"Sir?" she asked

"These need typing up onto the system if you would" he said and dumped the pile of brown files onto her desk, making a thud noise as they went. Jess gritted her teeth when she saw them and watched her boss walk away. She swore under her breath as she began to open up the first file and then she looked down onto her stomach;

"You'd best understand the annoyance you're putting your mother through" she whispered to it. Jess wasn't designed to be stuck behind a desk. She was a detective who liked to be on the beat, catching criminals, getting the sense of justice. Instead, she was stuck on a chair from nine until five until she went onto maternity leave. She did allow Don to retell his tales to her and she just nodded and agreed with him when he did so. The wedding was fast approaching. Three weeks to be precise. Hannah had been a complete godsend. She was running around, making sure everything was in order, as well as balancing her college work and her social life with Mark.

"Hey babe" a sudden voice came up behind her and kissed her on the neck. Jess saw Don place himself on the edge of her desk as he lowered a white box and two cups of coffee onto the wood and opened the box up to reveal doughnuts. Jess allowed a sigh to escape her lips as she pressed the doughnut into her mouth and she smiled a little. Don chuckled;

"Don't you have the best fiancé in the world?"

"You'll do" she smiled and he ruffled her hair as she ate;

"So how's it going?" he asked and looked at her stacks of paperwork which she suddenly glared at;

"It's going" she replied

"Ah Jess" Don complained "You'll be back out there in no time...don't worry babe" he assured her and she groaned;

"I know. I know...I'm just not cut out for this...you know all the..." she began but was interrupted by the ringing of Don's cell. He smiled apologetically at her and she just managed to nod as he answered it, speaking quickly about a murder on 5th Avenue and then he hung up;

"Sorry babe...got to go" he kissed her on the cheek "I'll be back at five to pick you up though...love you"

"Bye Don" she replied and watched her fiancé walk through the precinct and out into a world of action.

...

"What colour is this to you?" Hannah raised a piece of cloth and placed her hand onto her hip as she continued to stare at Mark who gulped loudly;

"Blue?" he guessed and then Hannah raised another piece of cloth up and Mark once again sighed loudly;

"It looks the same" he flapped his hands out in exasperation and Hannah just nodded at him;

"I know!" she shrieked "but the woman was all like...but they are different shades of blue and to be fair...I am just not seeing it. It is just for the tablecloth" she complained and downed the orange juice on the counter. Mark jumped of his stool and walked over to the fridge to fetch a can of coke as Hannah sighed;

"And Jess just told me to pick one because she couldn't see a difference but I don't want to pick and it be wrong" she explained and Mark just rolled his eyes and looked at his girlfriend;

"Hannah. If she said to pick then just pick one. Obviously she is more worried about other bigger things...like the cake, dress, reception, and the ceremony" Mark told her and leant against the breakfast bar on the kitchen side as Hannah sat opposite him and shrugged;

"You're right...the table cloth isn't that big a deal I suppose...I'll just go with this blue one then...Jess seemed to like it more" she replied

"You know she wasn't bothered Hannah...she has bigger things on her mind...stop worry babe" Mark chuckled and she nodded;

"I know...I should...after all...in another month we'll be on a plane to England..." she sighed and Mark leant across the counter and Hannah raised her body up;

"And we'll be able to do all the sightseeing and have a good time" Mark said and his lips pressed slowly onto Hannah's in a smile;

"Whoa!" a voice called "put her down, would you?" Jess called into the kitchen and the couple parted as Jess pulled out a large bag of crisps from the cupboards and began to tuck into them as she stood next to Mark and looked at the cloths;

"Which one do you think?" she asked Hannah who pointed to the right one. Jess nodded;

"Looks like the left one but good choice" she smiled and Hannah laughed and Jess sighed loudly and rested a hand onto her stomach and then she shrieked.

"What is it?" Hannah worried

"The baby...it kicked again" she said and Jess smiled with pride;

"Oh it's going to be strong" she smiled to her stomach "come here Mark...have a feel" she said and hastily took the teens hand and pressed it onto her stomach. He remained still for a moment and then jumped back but his hand remained on her stomach and he just smiled;

"It's amazing" he said and looked at Hannah who smiled back at him. Jess caught the look he was giving her and she laid a hand onto his arm;

"If I was you Mark...I wouldn't even bother going there yet...it is just a no...you're too young to be longing for children" she told him and then picked her crisps up and walked around the bar to Hannah;

"And you're dad would kill you if you got pregnant" she kissed the teen on the cheek and then began to walk off, filling her face with crisps as the young couple just watched her and chuckled.