"Where do you want this?"

"Umm our closet."

"I don't know if there is room with all the shoes you have."

Eddie rolled her eyes. "I do not have that many shoes."

Jamie threw her a look and opened their closet door. Eddie's shoes littered the floor of it. She bit her lip guilty.

"Okay maybe I can donate a few."

He chuckled. He set the box he was holding down and then collapsed onto the bed. Eddie laid down next to him and smiled.

"If you would have let me help then you wouldn't be so tired."

He looked at her. "You don't need to be lifting anything."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure one little box wouldn't hurt."

"No."

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Jamie was awoken a week later by a hanger hitting his knee. He blinked and saw that the closet light was on and clothing was flying out of it.

"Eddie?"

She walked out of the closet glaring. "I hate you right now."

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What did I do?"

She walked over, jumped onto the bed right in front of him. "You did this."

She pulled up her pajama top so Jamie could see a small but defined bump. He tried hard not to laugh but he did. She tossed a pillow at his head. He chuckled as he spoke.

"I'm sorry."

She groaned and flopped onto her pillow. "I'm only 9 weeks! How is this freakin possible!"

"You are having three babies instead of just one. I think that changes a few things."

She flipped onto her side and faced him. "This sucks."

He smiled and kissed her softly. "It's not that bad."

"So you think."

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The next week Eddie had to start wearing maternity clothes. It frustrated her to no end. It didn't help that she was severely nauseous and yet she was still gaining weight. She had no idea how because she couldn't eat anything without getting sick. She had morning sickness from the beginning but it seemed to have gotten worse. Dr. Ross finally wrote her a prescription to help her. Jamie tried his best to be supportive but he seemed to be making her mood worse. She was very short with him. On Wednesday night he went over to his dad's right after work. Frank, Danny and Henry were talking in the kitchen when he walked in. He didn't look at them he just grabbed a beer out of the fridge and flopped into a chair with a sigh. Henry looked at him.

"Rough day?"

Jamie took a swig before answering. "Rough week."

Frank took off his glasses. "The job, Eddie, or both?"

He sighed. "Everything I say or do lately is wrong. Its like I can't win."

Danny chuckled. "Yup she's pregnant."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Do you remember how moody Linda would get? Heck she threw her blow dryer at me."

Jamie looked at him unsure. "Does it get better?"

"Not until the kid is born or in your case kids."

He groaned. "Great."

Frank smiled. "Just be there for her."

"I'm trying but she is getting...ridiculous."

"And she's only going to get worse."

When Jamie got home Eddie was on the couch in their family room. She glanced up from the tv and saw him. She grabbed the remote and turned the volume down before talking quietly.

"Sorry I blew up at you about the couch."

He set his keys down. "It's okay."

She shook her head. "No it's not. I don't know why I freaked like that. It's just a stupid couch."

He sat down next to her. "I talked with my brother, Dad and Grandpa. They cleared some things up for me."

"Like what?"

He smiled and kissed her softly. "I love you."

She looked confused. "I love you too. But why are you so...understanding?"

"Because it's not you talking."

She looked a little embarrassed. "So you can tell the difference between me and hormones?"

"Took a while but yeah I think I can tell the difference."

She sighed and molded to him. He wrapped her in his arms and watched the end of a movie with her. It was the first time in over two weeks they both felt normal again.

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"Janko!"

Eddie looked up and placed the calls she was fielding on hold. Renzulli tossed something onto her desk. She spoke sarcastically.

"Wow and it's not even my birthday."

He smirked. "The file we have on Donald Palmer. Can you archive it. I already scanned it into the system."

She looked. "It's inactive?"

He nodded. "There are no fresh leads and now there may be evidence that he did indeed die in the blast."

"What evidence?"

"A few of the body parts recovered were his."

She made a face. "Lovely picture."

"Yeah well you asked."

When he walked away she walked into the archive room and put the files in a box and marked it. She couldn't shake the feeling though so before she left that night she decided to make copies of everything. Jamie found her at their kitchen table with papers all over it.

"What's all this?"

She was reading a file when she answered. "Everything we have on Donald Palmer."

He sat down next to her and looked. "I talked to Danny about it. He said they found some of his body parts."

She nodded. "A few fingers and his ear."

He made a face. "And that's not good enough for you?"

"Before the bomb went off he was staring at the clock like he knew exactly what was going to happen."

"Because he planted it."

"Well yeah but why would he plant something that was going to kill himself?"

He shrugged. "The guy wasn't right in the head Eddie. Everyone knew that."

"But what if he did escape and he made sure to leave parts of himself behind so that everyone would think that he was dead?"

Jamie threw her a look. "Maybe you're paranoid."

She sighed. "I'm telling you something is off about this."

He looked at her carefully before sighing. "What if I give this all to my Grandpa to look over? It will give him something to do and provide a fresh set of eyes."

"Really?"

"Really."

She nodded and packed back up the box. "I guess I was getting board sitting at the desk I needed a mystery."

He chuckled. "I'm sorry you're stuck riding the desk."

She sat on his lap and kissed him. "You'll just have to tell me all the great stories of working the streets."

He rolled his eyes. "Today I arrested someone for public urination. Real exciting."

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"Have you seen my gym bag?"

"Laundry room."

Jamie grabbed his bag and then his keys. Eddie was sitting at the kitchen counter flipping through a magazine. She glanced up.

"Basketball or boxing?"

He smiled. "Danny and I are getting together to play basketball with some of the guys from his station."

She nodded. "Don't break anything on your brother."

He laughed and kissed her forehead. He left leaving her to read. When he got home later he dropped his keys on the counter and yelled.

"Eddie! I'm home!"

She didn't answer. He went up stairs and entered their bedroom. He smiled as soon as he walked in. Eddie was asleep on top of the blankets, fully dressed, with her reading light is still on. He took the book she was reading out of her hands and set it on her nightstand. He was about to cover her with a blanket when she woke up startled. She flinched and then saw that it was just Jamie.

"Don't do that!"

He smiled. "I didn't want to wake you up."

She sat up and looked at the alarm clock. "Seriously? I've been asleep for an hour."

"Well that is normal."

"I know but still..."

She suddenly felt something and her eyes widened. Jamie felt his heart skip.

"What's wrong?"

She grinned. "Give me your hand."

He did and she placed it on her stomach. At first he looked at her like she was crazy but then he felt an odd thump. Almost like a ping pong ball bouncing on a table. He raised his brows.

"Is that them?"

She nodded. "I think they're moving."

She placed his other hand right above the other and he felt the same thumping. He grinned.

"That's crazy."

She nodded. "Wait until they can full on kick."

"Yeah you'll be up all night."

"God I hope not."

He laughed and kissed her deeply.

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