Finally, two lines. After a year of trying, your pregnancy test had two lines. Jake was ecstatic, truly. He had been happy regardless, and never really wanted kids because why on earth would he continue the Peralta legacy of bad fathers?

But..

With the look on your face when you held Gina’s baby, and the gleam in your eyes when you told him you thought of having a kid, he couldn’t deny you what you wanted. He never, ever could. Ever. And he was apprehensive, but god, it was all worth it.

To see your beautiful face, stuffy and happy to see that you were, in fact, pregnant. He’d do anything to make you cry happy tears— absolutely anything.

Maybe not kill, no not that. Or do illegal things. Okay, let’s rephrase it. He’d do anything legal to make you cry happy tears. And maybe a few illegal things, here or there. Like small things. Not too many, though. No.

This is all his brain rambling right now though, because how could he possibly accept the fact that he is going to have a baby? He was terrified. Excited, but absolutely petrified.

How could he lead by example and be a good father when he was never blessed with one of this own? His own father was white trash, a man whore, and a drug smuggler.