They had done it, they had survived the wedding and made it to their honeymoon, Waco, Texas. Thanks to the ongoing Nutriboom issue there had not been a lot of money for a honeymoon and then Jake had come up with a cheaper trip to Waco, Texas where Amy had told the couple they were tailing where they planned on honeymooning. That happened to be the night of their first kisses, work required and actual.

Now they were here in Waco and Jake couldn't stop his goofy smile, which Amy pointed out.

"C'mon Babe, enough with that grin, you look like an insane person."

That made Jake smile for real.

"Sorry Ames, it's just that this place really is a hole, sorry for that."

"Babe, it doesn't matter. We're married and we're together."

With that Jake embraced her and was deep in a kiss when several thoughts started to swirl aroundm in his mind. Amy, the new Mrs. Peralta could tell something was wrong.

"Jake, what is it?"

"Ames, are you pregnant?"

Amy went white as a sheet at first, and then she started to turn red and got really loud as she started to stammer.

"ME! NO, JAKE! C'MON PERALTA, ARE YOU DRUNK? ARE Y-YOU P-PREGNANT, YA JAG?"

Jake just shook his head and grinned slightly.

"Ames, you wouldn't drink last night, and then when we toasted at the wedding and did the arm thingy and drank from each other's glasses you really didn't drink and yours was apple juice. And you were sick with the supposed flu last week, but NO, YOU WERE PREGNANT! Worst of all though Ames, you didn't tell me."

At this Amy began to cry and cradled his face with her hands.

"Babe, I wanted to tell you, but everything has been so crazy."

She then started to grin, which he found strange for the moment they were having.

"I did not think I could trust you to not say something during the ceremony or to your parents or worst, to Charles."

"Yeah, good call there. But you are—you're, ya know, with child?"

"Yes, Jacob Peralta, I am with child, yours to be exact."

Amy started to cry, while still smiling and Jake turned a dark shade of red and then embraced her hard and long, and then remembered she was pregnant.

"Crap, sorry Ames, I don't want to squish the baby, no ruining it until its actually born."

"It does not quite work that way Jake. I am healthy, the baby is healthy, and now you know. Y-

you are okay with it? With the baby? With me?"

Amy released a torrent of tears again and Jake was unsure why, but he embraced her again and comforted her.

"Ames, I am so happy, I just didn't expect it, but it's great, you will be a great mom, and me, well that will be interesting."

Amy had just confirmed to Jake that she was pregnant, he was overjoyed, but then his mind began to wonder and mid embrace he realized something.

"Ames, are you really okay with this, will you be okay, you've had such set in stone plans, to be the youngest captain ever in the NYPD, I mean, are you really okay."

Amy burst into tears, more so now and began to sob.

"Yes, I am okay, I am thrilled Jake, really. I know it does not appear that way, but really, I truly am. My plans may change, but that is okay, it is more than okay, Jake, we will be parents, and we will love this child no matter what."

Hearing that Jake hugged her tighter and kissed her several times before pulling back to look at her.

"Ames, I love you, and I will love this baby, planned or not. The Peraltas are having a baby.!"

Amy squeaked as loud as she could through her crying, "Hell yeah they are!"

The embraced and kissed for sometime before Jake spoke first, "How are we going to tell people? Do we tell the precinct first, my parents first, your parents, oh my god, your parents, your dad will know we had sex! I'm a dead man!"

Amy laughed and spoke, in a much more composed manner than before. "Jake, you will be fine, I am positive he suspected as much, when we were dating, then when we moved in together, and then when we got engaged. I think the cat was already out of the bag."

Jake still looked semi-terrified, but his smile returned. "Damn, Mrs. Peralta, we're having a baby, Jake Peralta, the greatest man child detective to ever walk the streets is going to be Dad. Noice. Smort."

Amy was mildly amused, there would be a lot of time to work on his vocabulary and his language before the baby arrived. "Oh, babe, I have been raising a baby for three years."

"Yeah you have, oh crap, you meant me, not Charles. Damn, less noice."

"Jake, how would Charles be our baby."

Jake made his epiphany face. "Good call, mommy."

Amy smiled widely, for a second. "Wait a second Mr. Peralta, are you calling me your mommy, because that is gross, even though I guess I did just say I was raising a baby, but still, we are about to have a real baby. For real babe, for reals."

"For reals for reals Ames, and you will be the best mom there has ever been. Smart, beautiful, and great taste in husbands."

They both continued laughing, there would be serious things to tackle soon enough, but for now they could just enjoy their honeymoon and their impending child.