[Psych: Drabble] "Shining Clear and Bright" [Shawn/Juliet, G]
Title: Shining Clear and Bright
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: writerverse phase 22 challenge 24 prompt 01 psych / 05 “No Matter What Goes Right” (by Trout Fishing in America
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Fandom: Psych
Pairing(s): Shawn Spencer/Juliet O’Hara
Setting: post-series, not movies-compliant
Summary: “I just… I worry. That thing are going so well. Too well.”
Shining Clear and Bright
“How’s my favorite detective?” said Shawn, stepping into the San Francisco precinct’s bullpen - and his wife promptly burst into tears.
“Oh, Jules, Jules,” he said, hurrying over to her. “Please don’t cry! I was going to make a joke if you said I’m fine, and ask if that meant you’d heard from Lassie, but I’m sensing now that might not go over so well.”
Juliet offered a watery smile. “No, I’d still think it’s funny. Don’t worry, Shawn, it’s just hormones.”
“I will owe you so much diaper-changing,” he said, covering her hand over her very rounded middle.
“Will you?” she asked.
Shawn frowned. “I’m sure that was the deal. You’ll be the badass detective breadwinner and I’ll be the charming psychic-slash-stay-at-home-dad.” He paused. “Have we come up with a shorter way to say that? Because Gus keeps using the word ‘childrearing’ and I do not like it.”
“No, not that.” Juliet picked up his hand, lacing their fingers together. “I just… I worry. That thing are going so well. Too well.”
“You have heard from Lassie, then,” said Shawn. “Because that is his brand of paranoia talking right there.”
“No, no - I mean, yes, of course I’ve heard from Carlton, he keeps texting me random facts from What to Expect When You’re Expecting. But it’s not paranoia, it’s…”
She trailed off with a frustrated noise, and Shawn sat on the edge of her desk, taking both hands in her own.
“You’re afraid that all of this domesticity - having careers we both love and a little bundle of joy on the way - is somehow going to get boring? That one day I’m going to wake up next to a smart, beautiful detective who agreed to marry me, the mother of my children and think… Eh?”
“Shawn…”
“Because I can promise you that won’t happen, Jules. I love you a million times more today than I did yesterday. And yesterday, I loved you a million times more than I had the day before. So by the time this little guy joins us, I’ll love you a bazillion times more. A gazillion times more.”
Juliet smiled. “A googolplex more.”
“Come on, Jules, don’t make up words.”
She laughed and kissed him. “I love you, too, Shawn.”
“No more crying?”
“No promises,” his wife said.
“Fair enough.”
“And not that I’m not always thrilled to see you, Shawn, but is there actually a reason you’re here?”
“Gus is taking some fancy doctor out to lunch - not a date, a ‘client meeting’ - to which I was very specifically not invited. So, I told him, that was fine, I have a better date anyway. So, can I steal you and Baby Stringfellow for lunch?”
Juliet frowned. “We are not naming our baby after a character from Airwolf.”
“What about St. John? Wait, no, I veto that myself. It’s spelled S-T - not even the whole word ‘saint’, Jules - J-O-H-N, but it’s pronounced ‘sin-jin’. That’s just wrong.”
His wife laughed and kissed him again. “Lunch sounds great.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: writerverse phase 22 challenge 24 prompt 01 psych / 05 “No Matter What Goes Right” (by Trout Fishing in America
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Fandom: Psych
Pairing(s): Shawn Spencer/Juliet O’Hara
Setting: post-series, not movies-compliant
Summary: “I just… I worry. That thing are going so well. Too well.”
Shining Clear and Bright
“How’s my favorite detective?” said Shawn, stepping into the San Francisco precinct’s bullpen - and his wife promptly burst into tears.
“Oh, Jules, Jules,” he said, hurrying over to her. “Please don’t cry! I was going to make a joke if you said I’m fine, and ask if that meant you’d heard from Lassie, but I’m sensing now that might not go over so well.”
Juliet offered a watery smile. “No, I’d still think it’s funny. Don’t worry, Shawn, it’s just hormones.”
“I will owe you so much diaper-changing,” he said, covering her hand over her very rounded middle.
“Will you?” she asked.
Shawn frowned. “I’m sure that was the deal. You’ll be the badass detective breadwinner and I’ll be the charming psychic-slash-stay-at-home-dad.” He paused. “Have we come up with a shorter way to say that? Because Gus keeps using the word ‘childrearing’ and I do not like it.”
“No, not that.” Juliet picked up his hand, lacing their fingers together. “I just… I worry. That thing are going so well. Too well.”
“You have heard from Lassie, then,” said Shawn. “Because that is his brand of paranoia talking right there.”
“No, no - I mean, yes, of course I’ve heard from Carlton, he keeps texting me random facts from What to Expect When You’re Expecting. But it’s not paranoia, it’s…”
She trailed off with a frustrated noise, and Shawn sat on the edge of her desk, taking both hands in her own.
“You’re afraid that all of this domesticity - having careers we both love and a little bundle of joy on the way - is somehow going to get boring? That one day I’m going to wake up next to a smart, beautiful detective who agreed to marry me, the mother of my children and think… Eh?”
“Shawn…”
“Because I can promise you that won’t happen, Jules. I love you a million times more today than I did yesterday. And yesterday, I loved you a million times more than I had the day before. So by the time this little guy joins us, I’ll love you a bazillion times more. A gazillion times more.”
Juliet smiled. “A googolplex more.”
“Come on, Jules, don’t make up words.”
She laughed and kissed him. “I love you, too, Shawn.”
“No more crying?”
“No promises,” his wife said.
“Fair enough.”
“And not that I’m not always thrilled to see you, Shawn, but is there actually a reason you’re here?”
“Gus is taking some fancy doctor out to lunch - not a date, a ‘client meeting’ - to which I was very specifically not invited. So, I told him, that was fine, I have a better date anyway. So, can I steal you and Baby Stringfellow for lunch?”
Juliet frowned. “We are not naming our baby after a character from Airwolf.”
“What about St. John? Wait, no, I veto that myself. It’s spelled S-T - not even the whole word ‘saint’, Jules - J-O-H-N, but it’s pronounced ‘sin-jin’. That’s just wrong.”
His wife laughed and kissed him again. “Lunch sounds great.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow