A/N: Maddie being pregnant on 9-1-1 really made me hate how little we saw of Melinda pregnant on the show. Like omg, the four episodes we got were not enough. Enjoy! xx Mariah

Ages -

Jim - 39
Melinda - 34
Katie - 9
Aaron - 5

Melinda pulled herself to her feet as fast as she could when she heard the shop door bang open, grabbing a stack of papers to make it look like she'd been hard at work. When Jim's smirking face rounded the corner, toothpick wiggling between his lips she heaved a sigh and dropped ungracefully back into her rickety chair, absently rubbing her rounded belly.

This pregnancy was wearing on her, even at only four months, making her tired and angrier than normal. Her feet ached, her ankles were swollen, and her back felt about bent in half from the weight of her stomach. She'd been told it meant a girl and while they had decided to wait until the end to find out, it didn't really matter one way or another. As long as the baby alive and kept safe, they would love their child all the same and so would Katie and Aaron.

"You look tired honey. Why don't you go home?" Jim asked softly, pulling her from her dour thoughts by squatting on his heels in front of her and catching her cool hands in his warm ones. He was still in his scrubs, looking weary from his latest eighteen-hour shift.

She smiled wanly, freeing a hand to cup his cheek, stroking her thumb over the rough catch of his stubble, her smile growing when he tilted his chin into her caress. "I wanted to finish up the count. Why are you here? I would've thought you'd relieve the babysitter by now." Melinda didn't add that she'd been done an hour ago and hadn't worked up the energy to go home. She loved their children, both of them, but going home meant no rest until they were all tucked up in their little beds. And even that was no guarantee of peace.

"I was going to meet Tim for a beer," he said with a sigh, frowning slightly. "He's late of course. Like always."

It was hard to focus on his words when he hummed softly and slid his big hands over her knees. She pushed his hands away when she felt the faint flicker of heat surge forward, licking up her legs, making her skin tingle dangerously. She'd been near insatiable this time around and Jim knew it and he loved taking advantage of it when she let him

"Jim, we can't. Not here, anyone might walk in." She protested weakly, already aching between her legs.

His smile turned up into a wicked smirk as he moved in close to her ear. "What if I told you I locked the front door and flipped the sign on my way in?" He said and began to pull up her dress around her waist, her traitorous body giving a hot throb from the intensity of his glare.

"I'd tell you to close those doors," she said with a gesture toward the doorway and a smirk on her face.

Jim quickly moved to close the doors and raced back to her, his lips landing on hers. Her warmth and scent was an immediate aphrodisiac, given the way his body was responding to her. It really had been far, far too long. He wrapped an arm around her waist, nudging her so that she was as close to him as possible. Her hands curled into the fabric of his scrubs, a soft, surprised sigh escaping her the moment he licked her lips to deepen the kiss.

He pulled her to the edge of the chair and moving her legs apart, swiftly tugging her panties down over her shoes and stuffing them into his jacket pocket. He paused to kiss the swell of her belly before settling between her knees as he trailed his fingers against her.

"Oh, fuck." She muttered, clutching at the seat of the chair as he stroked her firmly, teasing her until she quivered against him, twisting her hips and urging his hand just a little higher. "Jim!" Melinda keened and bucked her hips, caught up in a strong wave of hunger that crashed over her, making her entire body flush as she rocked against him. She felt reckless, skirt rucked around her waist, exposed to the air, his hand buried between her thighs and she loved it.

Loved him.

"Jim, please."

He answered her plea by plunging two fingers deep into her, uttering a harsh groan when her flesh rippled around the exquisite intrusion. She sobbed at the quick, practiced twist of his wrist, fingers curving to stroke that secret place inside of her, making her thighs tremble as she arched against the wobbly back of the chair, threatening to topple it over.

The sinful pressure building low in her abdomen was deliciously overwhelming and she reveled in the sharp thrill that shot through her limbs, the way her extra sensitive nipples rubbed roughly against her dress; all of it sending her a little higher, pushing her a little closer to her completion. Desperate and eager, she urged Jim on, murmuring her pleasure and hurriedly kicking off a shoe to rub her foot over the hard ridge of his erection, making his hand stutter against her flesh.

"Jesus Mel," he swore, pulling his hand free from between her thighs, making her wail in displeasure. "Come here. I've got you, I promise." He promised, his voice thick and needy, hands desperate as he gripped her thighs and lifted her easily, making her clutch at his shoulders before he placed her carefully on the desk.

When he stepped back between her legs, he pressed into her, making her rock against him, hooking her thighs around his waist as her mouth met his in a furious clash of tongue and teeth. It was messy, their tongues sliding together as his hands dug into the lush flesh of her hips, both of them a little frantic and demanding after time apart.

Their lovemaking was equally frantic and patient, just as sensual as it was passionate — nips at her earlobe amid murmurs of how good she felt, a tender hand leaning back to cradle his jaw as she asked him to go harder. They were nose to nose, heartbeat to heartbeat, the two of them connected by something grander than themselves, something so equally quiet and powerful it could only ever exist in a moment like this. Between them.

She keened embarrassingly loud, dropping her forehead to his shoulder and biting the thick material of his jacket as he pulled his hips away before thrusting home swiftly.

"Yes Mel, let me hear you." He groaned, one hand tangled in her hair tugging it slightly urging her to tip her head back. She obliged him with a guttural whine, her body going lax as he moved into her, wild and a little feral as his hips slammed against hers.

"Jim, Jim." She chanted, lost in the press of him inside her, the wave of fire course through her, building with each slide of their bodies, making her squirm and shake and curl her toes.

When his fingers left her hip and slipped between them, deftly rubbing at her core, that wave exploded across her skin, making her cry out hoarsely and convulse around him, pulling him into his own pleasure. He came with a final jerk and a shout, twitching as he collapsed on top of her. They were both breathing heavily, and she was damp with sweat but content to relax with his weight on her.

She loved this part, the calm after the frantic passion. Loved to card her fingers through his hair and feel like for just one moment, it really was just the two of them. For those few, perfect moments — that was all she needed.

Jim gently moved over to fix his scrub pants, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Feeling satisfied?"

Melinda smiled, leaning up onto her elbows. "I always am, doc," she teased.

He watched her closely as she fixed her dress and then offered her help off the desk, pulling her into his lap. "Perhaps all you needed was a chance to release some of that pent up energy, then. Or were you just too tired to go home and didn't want to admit it?"

Her eyes narrowed as she playfully glared at him. "On the contrary, it sounds like you're asking me to become angry with you."

"Absolutely not," he gripped her waist slightly, stifling a laugh. "I just worry about."

"Too much one might say," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Never too much, Melinda," he said, rubbing her back. "I missed you too much these past eighteen hours."

She sighed, the puff of breath landing on his collarbone when she laid her head on his shoulder "The kids and I missed you too. And this last month has felt like it lasted a year with Christmas, Aaron's birthday, and now New Year's tomorrow."

He hummed, nodding in agreement. "Although, on the bright side I got the new transfer to cover my shift tomorrow night. So I will be home with you and the kids for the whole weekend." Jim bit back a grin, softly running his fingers across her cheekbones.

Happiness warmed Melinda's brown eyes. She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "That's perfect." She took her hand to his face, running her hands along his stubble. "Katie and Aaron will be so happy when they hear that."

He sighed. "I hate being away so much."

She shook her head, already catching his train of thought. "Don't even say that. You are a wonderful father." She pressed a warm kiss to his cheek. "We are used to your crazy schedule. I have been since the moment I met you, Jim, and while the kids miss you they understand when you go to work it's to provide for them and to save lives."

He tapped his forehead to hers, smiling. "You're a well of wisdom, aren't you?"

She smiled right back. "Absolutely. This is why I'm here."

"I suppose there is more than enough truth to that," he said, kissing her.

Melinda rolled her eyes, only for them to open suddenly in shock. "Oh!" A smile illuminated her face as she hastily grabbed Jim's hand and placed it on her stomach, towards the lower right. "It looks like the baby is awake. They're... kicking, I believe. That hasn't happened this time around yet."

Jim raised an eyebrow, instinctively drawing closer. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, remembering the same feeling with both Katie and Aaron before. "I've only felt tiny hiccups the past week or so, but this was different, sort of like a— oh! There it is again, did you feel it?" She asked, eyes full of excitement as she met his gaze.

By the smile on his face, he did. Just under the palm of his hand, for a tiny moment, there had been a slight bump, like tiny feet pressing against her stomach. It was the tiniest of movements. It only lasted an instant. If he blinked, he would have likely missed it.

"Yes," he said, eyes filled with love as his hand rested on the swell of her belly. "Every time I feel our baby kick against my hand, whether it was Katie, Aaron, or now this little one I have always been filled with such joy. I love you, so much."

She was smiling down at him. "It's something you could never forget." Melinda blushed, running an absent hand over the swell of her belly to rest by his. "I love you too."

His eyes misted with tears. "I can't wait to meet our baby," he confessed. "Whoever they are, they will be perfect."

"You were made for this, you know," she ran her other hand through his hair. "I don't know why you always look down on yourself."

He leaned into her touch, his eyes meeting hers. "If I manage to be half as wonderful a father as you are a mother, then I think all of our children are in good hands."

Her hand drifted from his scalp to his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. She was in good hands, indeed.

By the time Melinda closed the shop and drove home, Jim had relieved the babysitter and started dinner according to the texts on her phone. She parked in the garage, a daily occurrence during the winter months, and relaxed into her seat after shutting her car off along with the garage door. She took a few moments and enjoyed the quiet of her car before reaching for her purse and getting out.

She walked quickly out of the garage, shutting the light off that Jim had left on for her and walking the two feet from there to the side door by the kitchen. Before she could even get the door open she could hear her son and daughter fight with each other about something, most likely that one was annoying the other because they were at that age, but Jim had put an end to it by the time she opened the door.

"Aaron! Knock it off. Leave your sister alone and put the pencil down or I'm going to take it away if you're gonna throw it at her again," he shouted, raising his voice slightly to get their son to listen to him instead of doing whatever he wanted. "Katie's trying to do her homework, and you should be doing yours too."

"Mom's home!" Aaron cheered, ducking under Jim's arm to run toward her.

She barely had the chance to put her purse down before he hugged her. Not that she could ever protest against that. "Hi bud, listen to your dad," she lightly reprimanded him, pressing a kiss to the mop of hair on his head. "You need a haircut really bad."

"Yeah, I know. Everyone has just been busy," the six-year-old shrugged and brushed his hair from his eyes. "But Dad said he was gonna fix it after dinner."

"Good. How was school?" She said, moving to grab herself a glass of water, but Jim had read her mind and handed it to her. "Thanks, babe."

Her husband winked and pressed a brief kiss to her lips before she had the chance to take her first sip, and then moved back to stirring something on the stove.

"School was good. I got a star sticker for helping clean up in the lunchroom," Aaron said happily, giving her one more hug.

"That's wonderful, baby." She said before taking a sip of her water. "Have you gotten your homework done?" She already knew the answer to that question before her son shook his head, but she played along. "Better hop to it then, right?"

"Right," Aaron agreed with a sigh and then scurried back over to the table before she had the chance to say anything more to him.

Melinda took another sip of water as she walked over to where Jim was, setting her glass down on the counter as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "What are you making for dinner tonight?" She asked.

He moved his hands from occasionally stirring the boiling pot of noodles to the cooking chicken in the frying pan next to it. "I thought chicken alfredo would be a nice easy meal to make and clean up, don't you think?"

"Sounds wonderful," she said, rubbing her hands up against his stomach. "Need anything from me?"

He shook his head. "Just for you to sit down and relax," he said, turning around to press a kiss to her forehead. "You've had a long day."

"And you didn't?" She was getting irritated with the overbearing nature he had when she was pregnant, especially seeing the bags under his eyes and weariness behind the blue irises that stared down at her. "You just got off a double shift."

"Melinda, you're carrying our baby inside you. Just go lay down, please?" He asked, reaching and holding out her water glass. "That's all I ask."

She pressed her lips into a fine line instead of ripping him a new one. "Fine, but I'm sitting down at the table to help the kids because if I get comfortable on the couch you'll have to bring me my dinner there." She was only slightly kidding as she walked past him and into the dining room.

Aaron was tapping his pencil on the paper in front of him, distracted easily when she entered the room, but with a simple gesture, he went back to his work. Katie on the other hand was reading, her homework finished and her folder closed in front of her.

"Hey bug, how was your day?" She asked, pulling out the closest chair to her and sitting down.

Katie looked up from the latest book she had her nose tucked into. "Same old stuff. Just trying to get ahead on a book project." Her head turned back to the library book in her hand, turning the page. "Plus it counts for my daily reading sheet."

Melinda nodded. "When's it due?"

"When school gets back in January," Katie said, turning the page again.

She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Slow down, bug. You don't have to get that far ahead. That's nearly two weeks away."

The nine-year-old shrugged. "But still, if I finish the book now I can hold off on writing the actual report for a week or so," Katie explained like she was talking about something as simple as could be. "Plus it's super good."

"Just promise me you won't overwork yourself," she said worriedly, watching her closely for another moment.

"I promise mom. I just love reading," Katie said, smiling as she leaned back into her chair. "Will you check over my math homework for me?"

"I know you do. Now, go sit somewhere more comfortable than here to read. Dad will call for you when dinner is ready," she said, sliding her folder over. "I'll check your math homework for you while I help your brother finish up."

"Thanks, mom. Love you," Katie said, hugging her briefly before she ran off to her favorite reading spot. The window seat in the living room.

"Love you too, bug," Melinda said as she turned to Aaron then, who was counting on his fingers. "How's it going over there?"

"Math is hard," Aaron muttered, setting his pencil down with frustration.

"Math is hard," she agreed, glancing over his worksheet. He was nearly done. "But this next one is easier than six plus five." Her little boy scrunched his eyebrows together as he looked over the next problem. "Come on you know this one, buddy."

2+3 =

Aaron shook his head, blowing out a sigh and pushing his pencil across the table with it. "No, I don't."

"Just try for me. Use your fingers to count it out," she reminded him. "Like before."

He picked up his hands and counted his fingers like she told him, slowly getting the answer. "Five!"

"That's right. See I told you that you knew that one," she said, smiling at him. Her finger moved to the next problem. "Now there is only one left and then you're done."

3+5 =

Aaron nodded and began to count on his fingers again. "Six?"

Melinda had pulled out Katie's math sheets then and had begun to glance over them. "Try again, bud," she said, raising her eyes from the paper to look at her son. "It's three added onto five."

"Eight?"

"That's right. Good job," she said, noticing that there was a problem Katie would have to fix and circling it with Aaron's pencil now that he was done with his homework. "See now you're all done. That wasn't too hard, was it?"

Aaron shrugged. "I guess not. Can I go play now?"

She tousled his hair and smiled at him. "Of course, baby. Just remember dinner is almost ready," she told him and went back to correcting Katie's homework.

After dinner was eaten and the dishes were washed, Jim and Melinda laid down on the couch together with Katie and Aaron to watch the latest episode of Modern Family. It was always a good time to just relax with the entire family and even after the episode was over, they decided to watch Sharkboy and lava girl, Aaron's favorite movie of late.

Halfway through the movie, she noticed that her husband had fallen asleep, and even after the movie was over and she'd gotten the kids upstairs and brushing their teeth when she came back downstairs he was still fast asleep. She decided on waking him up after putting the kids to bed and headed back upstairs.

She put Aaron to bed first, which was always a battle because he'd either want to keep playing with his toys or want to read another book. She to him into bed quickly though and pressed a kiss to his forehead before turning on his Avenger night light and shutting out the light on her way out.

Katie was relatively easy. Melinda just mostly came to check on her at this point, but there was the rare occasion like tonight when her daughter would ask to be tucked in and she would read a chapter or three of a book together. She knew that this wouldn't be as easy to do once the new baby came, but she basked in the time she had now.

After reading the fourth chapter of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban per Katie's request, she closed the book. "I think that's enough for tonight. It's almost eleven." Melinda said, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead.

"But the Dementors are on the train mom! I have to know what happens next," Katie said, pouting more than usual.

She moved off of the bed and tucked her daughter in again. "It's late Katherine, you need to go to sleep."

Katie sighed, no longer pouting, but not backing down. "It's not even a school night, mom."

Melinda rolled her eyes at the antics of her nine-year-old daughter, not even wanting to imagine how it would be when she was sixteen, but at least this was about a book. "Fine. You can read one more chapter, but I have to go make your dad wake up before he hurts his back sleeping on the couch."

Katie smiled. "I can't promise I'll only read one."

"Promise me you will shut the light off by midnight," she warned her with a kiss to her cheek as she gave her the book.

"Fine. I promise." Katie said and then hugged her. "Goodnight mom. I love you."

She wrapped her arms around her daughter in a warm embrace, pressing a second kiss to her cheek. "I love you too, bug. Goodnight." She said and then slowly pulled back and walked toward the door. "I'm going to come to check on you."

Katie giggled. "I know that."

Melinda pulled the door closed behind her, shaking her head, and then went into her and Jim's bedroom to change. After getting more comfortable and ready for bed she walked down the stairs. Her husband was still fast asleep when she sat down in his lap and ran her hand through his hair, but wasn't when she leaned down to kiss him. He kissed her back, his hand slowly creeping up to run through her hair.

When their lips finally parted she moved her hand to the side of his face, running a thumb along his jawline. "Good evening sleepyhead," she said softly.

"Hey, Mel," he said, eyes only slightly open.

"You awake babe?" She asked, running her hand up to his chest. "The kids are in bed and I just wanted to make sure you got up to bed now too."

He smiled, sleepily. "Is that right?" He cleared his throat as he sat up slightly, his hand still behind her head and tangled in her hair.

She nodded, returning his smile. There was something else on her mind, but she wasn't going to show her cards quite yet. "Aaron is likely sleeping by now, but Katie's reading." She replied.

"Like always," he said, sinking his lips onto her parted ones.

She'd never get over how it feels to kiss him, the way his mouth opens for hers, lips soft. Saying nothing and saying everything.

Melinda placed her hand on his leg under his shorts, until she reached his cock. It was big and warm under her fingers and she pulled on him slowly, wrapping her hand all the way around him and thumbing the head. He gave a small sigh and their lips parted, his arm moving tighter around her.

"You awake now?" She teased him, biting his bottom lip playfully.

"Enough to feel that," he muttered, nodding in the direction of his cock, which was getting harder by the second in her grip.

She smiled. "Good, cause I want you to fuck me."

He groaned softly. "Fuck, I'm not awake enough for that yet." He chuckled, smacking her ass lightly with his hand. "Give me a second."

"I'll go on top." She told him, kissing him again.

Jim hummed a small sigh of pleasure and laid back on the couch as she slipped her arms out of her tank top and let it settle around her waist, breasts free. "You are... a vision," he gasped.

She reached to pull his t-shirt over his head and he kissed her again once it was tossed away, brushing a finger over each of her nipples, then rolling them between his fingers.

A small gasp escaped from her throat. "Fuck, babe, that's so good," she panted and he leaned up to kiss her breasts in response, sucking a mark next to her nipple.

She reached down to push his boxers over his slim hips, her hands caressing the firm muscles of his thighs before she grasped him and then dropped her head into his lap. She took his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head and pumping her hand in unison.

One hand settled at the nape of her neck and he guided her movement. "Shit, Melinda," he hissed, tugging her hair roughly when his hand balled into a fist. His body became rigid and he frantically brushed her away. "Not yet," he said, his breath labored. "Come here."

Jim pulled her shorts off by the time she straddled him, his fingers inside her, and fuck, it felt good. She loved his hands. She remembered the way they looked when he gave chest compressions, or when he cooks or scribbles his signature. And the way they looked when they're sinking into her, curling up. Shit.

She braced herself against his chest, fingers pressing down hard, probably leaving a mark or two. "Fuck, Jim, if you keep doing that I'm gonna come before you're even inside me."

"Good," he said, his thumb finding her clit and holding her close as her body jerked against him. "I want you to."

She let go, riding the coattails of her orgasm until it crashed over her entirely. She sat there for just a moment, taking in the feeling, admiring him. He was still a little sleepy, eyes not all the way open, slightly dazed, but God, he's beautiful. The way the evening light was falling on his jaw and collarbone, the contours of his chest under her hands.

Once her brain was less foggy and she could catch her breath, Melinda started to move, guiding him inside of her and leaning down to kiss his neck. He was too much— far too much— but it still wasn't enough. She needed all of him, everything he had to give her, and the way he moaned when he lifted his hips and she took the rest of him in a single stroke told her that he felt the same.

"Beautiful," he whispered, never breaking pace as he met every circle of her hips, groaning. "Fucking perfect—"

"Jim—" She gasped as he shifted his hips, and her mouth fell open. She arched her back, cupping her breasts. "Jim, I need—"

"Fuck." His pace grew deeper, jerkier. "So good, Mel."

She shuddered when his fingers pressed on her clit, her nipples pulling tight as he drove her higher and higher. The cord snapped, and he cursed as he felt another orgasm rush through her. Melinda keened as heat rippled through her, her toes curling and muscles clenching.

She was half-blind from the pleasure as Jim pounded into her from underneath, groaning while she thought about how she wanted to be sore when she woke up, remember his thrusts, the way he's pushing up into her, think of it while she's sitting at work tomorrow. He was breathing hard, voice shaking as he repeated her name over and over, closer and closer.

"God, Jim, I love you so much," she whispered and that's it, he was coming in her, filling her up. He kissed her neck softly as he held her, drinking each other in. She admired his pleased, tired face, the feel of his lips on her as their kiss lazily, his hands finding her belly where their child grew, and they just stay there for a bit.