Marilou stood at her backdoor, watching as Clinton chops firewood. She had seeked him out to inform him that someone had been ringing him, as he had left his phone on the counter in the kitchen. She had briefly glanced at it, only to make sure that it was Jess with a case.
She cleared her throat, hoping not to scare him. “Clinton, who is Y/N?”
He froze, dropping the axe. “Ummm… Where did you hear that name?”
She rolled her eyes, which caused him to blush. “She called your phone, which you left in the kitchen.”
He folded his arms across his chest, trying to act tough. “You looked at my phone?”
She shot him a look, knowing he was hiding something. “I thought it could have been Jess calling about a case.” She watched him galp, “now tell me, who is Y/N?”
“She is my girlfriend.” He admitted.
She smiled, happy with his confession. “Finally, now. Come tell me about the woman who has stolen your heart.” She motioned him to follow her into the house.
They sat at the kitchen table for hours talking about Y/N and how they met.
The mismatched wooden chairs lined with wildflowers and white tulle, were filled with friends and family for the happy couple. Clinton stood at the altar with Jess as his best man, nervously pulling at his suit.
“You know, she is going to be walking down that aisle without any hesitation.” Jess whispered, a knowing smile gracing his lips.
Clinton looked back at him. “Yeah, I know. I am just nervous that she will change her mind at the last minute.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about it.” Jess turned Clinton around to look at the end of the aisle.
Clinton gasped at the sight of his love. She was wearing a flowy lace dress that both hung loose and clung to her curves. Unlike tradition, she wore a wildflower flower crown over her long Y/H/C curly hair. Also against tradition, she was not accompanied by her father-- who had passed away many years before. She was smiling brightly as happy tears flowed openly down her cheeks. He couldn’t hold back a happy chuckle/sob at the sight of his beautiful bride.
They came together, reading their personalized vows without a care.
“I do.” They whispered as they shared their first kiss as a married couple.
Y/N sat nervously on the toilet, waiting for the timer to go off. She had known for a while that something was off about her, but she had to wait until Clinton was off on a case to take the test. She had to stop herself from jumping up as soon as the timer on her phone went off. Y/N took a deep breath, standing up slowly so as to not make herself dizzy. She turned the ClearBlue test over, sucking in a breath as a happy sob escaped her throat.
They had decided to begin trying to conceive since they returned from their honeymoon. It had taken them over a year to get pregnant, which had taken a toll on Y/N’s mental health. Both she and Clinton had taken some time off to get away from society, and reconnect with themselves. After spending a week in a cabin, they came to the decision to stop trying to get pregnant and just go with the flow. Clinton had said that they’d focus on each other and if it was going to happen, then it would.
And now, it was happening. They were finally going to be parents, and she couldn’t contain her excitement. She quickly jumped into action, getting dressed, and headed to the store. She had to pick up the makings for a surprise dinner for when Clinton returned home from his case. She was in the mood for a beef stew with crusty bread.
After getting a text from Clinton that said he was coming home, Y/N deep cleaned their house and began slow cooking the stew. She waited until about fifteen minutes before he would be home to put the bread in, so that he would offer to get it out of the oven.
“Love, I am home!” Clinton called, dropping his bag by the door. He stifled a yawn, not wanting Y/N to know that he hadn’t really slept while he was away.
Y/N grinned, lifting the dutch oven full of stew. “I am in the kitchen!” She was moving towards the table as he made his appearance in the doorway of their kitchen. “Do you mind getting out the buns that are in the oven?”
Not paying attention to her wording, which made her giggle, Clinton grabbed the oven mits from the counter. “It smells heavenly. What did you make, my darling?”
She smiled, “Beef stew with bread. I wanted the bread to be warm, so I put the buns in the oven. “
He hummed, nodding absentmindedly. “Crusty bread is wonderful for stews.”
She rolled his eyes, “Clinton Skye, I am trying to tell you something!”
He looked up from the buns, confused by her tone. “What are you trying to tell me?”
She groaned, “Baby, I am pregnant!”
He dropped the tray onto the counter. “Are you serious?”
She grinned widely, nodding excitedly. “Yes, I am so serious!” She cried happy tears as he embraced her.
Y/N screamed as sweat ran down her face. After nine long months, they were finally meeting their precious child. They had decided early on that they were going to wait until their baby was born to find out their gender, which drove their faces mad.
“You are doing great, Y/N.” Clinton cheered, pressing a kiss to her messy hair.
“Shut up, Clinton!” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to breath through the pain and push at the same time.
The doctor grinned up at her, “We are almost there, just a couple more pushes.”
Y/N nodded, looking up at her husband. “I am sorry, love. It just hurts so much.”
He gave her a reassuring smile, “I know, baby. I am not going to hold it against you.”
She nodded with a weak smile. “Okay,” she turned to look back at the doctor. “I am ready to push again.”
It only took her three more pushes before she gave birth to a healthy baby girl. After cleaning the baby up and making sure that she was healthy, the nurses placed her on Y/N’s chest. Taking one look at their beautiful baby girl, Y/N knew right away what to name her.
