After what felt like the longest day at the District, Jay practically ran to his car and started up the engine. It felt like he got home within minutes, glad he'd managed to miss any traffic jams.

Yeah, for sure, he loved his job. It was almost as though it was made for him. But cutting out as soon as his day was over to go home to his wife and children? Yeah, he'd take it.

Plus, and he couldn't deny it, he wanted to be there for as much of Erin's pregnancy as possible. Missing one of them was enough to promise he'd be there for anything she needed.

Even if that meant midnight craving runs to the corner store, he thought, smiling to himself as he recalled a specific night the previous week. It was like the baby was the boss of him already and could sense when he was comfortable, in bed, when all of a sudden- baby was hungry.

Jay fumbled for his house keys, the car locking automatically behind him.

The house was strangely quiet for a late afternoon. He'd half expected to be greeted by his son at the door, Freddie wanting him to play. Or Olivia coming up to him- asking for some of her allowance- for the mall or something. Or his wife- her senses and emotions heightened due to hormones- and she'd kiss him and pull him into the kitchen-

A guy could daydream.

"Hello?" Jay uttered quietly, though he knew it wasn't loud enough to travel upstairs. He didn't get a reply, but heard a faint murmur from the lounge. Jay kicked off his work boots and peered around the door. Both of his children were in there.

"Hey Dad," Olivia looked up from her cell phone when she noticed Jay. She lifted a finger to her lips in a 'shh' motion, so he could realize Freddie was napping. "Mom's upstairs," she whispered.

"She is? Thanks honey," he grinned to himself as he left the room. Children settled, he couldn't wait to see his wife.

Jay approached the top of the upstairs hallway and paused. He didn't have to guess which room she was in; there was a soft humming coming from what would be the baby's bedroom. He pushed the door ajar, looking into the room.

She was painting. Painting the room a neutral shade of yellow. And she was humming a strange but familiar tune. He kinda didn't want to interrupt the scene.

"Erin," he started. "What are you doing?"

She was startled at first, engrossed in her work and she jumped when she heard his voice. Then she smiled, a one showing her perfectly white teeth and cute dimple that he loved so much. Erin set down the paintbrush and walked over to him, wrapping her arms across him.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Erin pushed herself into her toes and kissed him. "I'm painting."

Jay felt himself grin into her mouth. Opening his eyes and looking at her, he suppressed a laugh at the specks of paint splatter on her face.

"But you shouldn't be doing that alone," he protested. "Especially in your-"

"If you dare say 'in my condition' Jay Halstead," Erin raised an eyebrow, backing away from her husband's torso but without breaking them apart. "I will strangle you."

"But-"

"I'm pregnant honey, I'm not an invalid," Erin stuck out her tongue and released him from her hold. "Besides, I've gotta find something to keep myself occupied while you're at work," she winked.

"Well I'm home now," his eyes drifted to the bump in front of her. Though she was almost full term, her stomach was still fairly small. Which was nothing to worry about- according to the doctor. But, of course, Jay still did. "Let me help you."

"There's only one paintbrush," she pouted, fully aware that she was winding him up.

Jay laughed and took the paintbrush from her, intertwining their fingers as he did so.

"So there is," he kissed her lightly. "Sit," he told her, motioning towards the rocking chair in the room.

Erin huffed. "Hey, you've been at work all day. It's only a paint job-"

"I don't care. Now sit," Jay led her towards the wicker chair. "Besides, you can only reach so far," he teased.

Erin sank into the chair, curling her legs beneath her. She was resigned to the fact she was never gonna win an argument with him. She was stubborn but he was always gonna use the pregnancy card.

Her hand rested against her protruding stomach. She watched as Jay placed sweeping strokes of color against the wall.

"How was your day?" she questioned. "Anything interesting?"

"Not really," he half-laughed and turned towards her. Several beads of sweat gleamed across his forehead. How could he patrol and control the streets no problem but a paint job make him sweaty?

"Humor me Jay," Erin complained. "I'm sick of being in the house."

"Okay yeah. We stumbled on a marijuana farm, I arrested four criminals and Ruzek joined the mafia," he teased.

"Oh you were doing so well until that last one," Erin laughed at his attempt to be funny. "Your day was really that boring?"

"My day was really that boring babe," he confirmed. "Hurry up and have this baby so I can have this new dad leave!"

"I hate to break it to you, but you're definitely not a new dad, Jay."

"You know what I mean!" he said. It felt like there was something definitely different about this pregnancy, like the final chapter. The third trimester couldn't have come quick enough: though Jay loved the sight of a radiant pregnant-glowing Erin, he couldn't wait to meet the tiny human she was growing.

"You missed a spot," she pointed to a corner of the wall, stuck out her tongue. If she was made to sit out of this, she was gonna make sure her husband did a good job. "I think we'll need to do more than one coat of paint, huh?"

One coat of paint…

"Oh for goodness sake! Pass me that other paintbrush, will you?" Erin guided her heavily pregnant stomach over to where her husband was swiping strokes onto the wall. "I think there's a reason you're a cop, huh?" she stuck out her tongue. "This paint job needs a feminine touch," she laughed.

"What do you mean?" Jay smirked, automatically knowing what she was getting at. Being creative wasn't one of his strong points. In a sense, he was merely throwing paint against the wall and it wasn't difficult to see the different wall strokes. He took a step back and put an arm around her. "Yeah, you're right," he kissed against the top of her head. "I don't want you to think you're painting any higher than you can reach though."

"Alright," she reasoned with him, knowing how much her husband would make a fuss if she went against his word. She smiled though, knowing he was only watching out for her. It was only the other day that she'd been witness to Jay reading one of her baby books. Swatting up on the subject, considering this was a first time experience for both of them.

"I do really like the color you picked out honey," she continued, taking over from his decorating role. "Yellow is pretty cute."

"I guess it's pretty neutral," he nodded, his hands on his waist. "There's certain colors I knew we couldn't go for because we don't know what they baby's gonna be," he said.

Erin spun back to face him, making droplets of paint fall onto the covering on the floor. Her mouth hung open a little. "I thought…you said you didn't wanna find out," she narrowed her eyes, unsure whether he was just attempting to wind her up. He could do that so easily.

He noticed the concern in her tone right away. "I didn't, we both didn't," he remembered clearly when they'd had the conversation. Jay stood behind her, wrapping his arms in front on her stomach. After a moment, he used a hand to push several of her curls behind her ear and spoke softly. "I do kinda hope it's a girl though," his voice was no more than a whisper. "…with your nose and that cute little dimple," he looked down at Erin as said dimple appeared, her familiar grin spreading across her face.

"Nice save," Erin stood up on her toes to kiss him before turning back to the wall. "So I think it's definitely gonna take more than one coat of paint," she laughed, dropping the paintbrush onto the floor and resting both hands against her bump. ""Leaving it with one makes it looks kinda washed out," she said.

"Of course," Jay agreed, looking at the joint effort of their decorating. "This one needs to dry first though, right?" he said, attempting to sound oh-so-expert.

"Yeah you're right," Erin sighed, only just realizing how much the paint job seemed to have taken out of her. She stifled a yawn, not wanting to retire to bed just yet. She turned back towards her husband, clasped eyes on his. "Distract me?"

Jay's eyebrows shot up. He was a huge fan for whatever she was in the mood for during this pregnancy.

Erin scoffed. "Not that," she giggled, noticing the change in his face. "Take me for a walk or something," she shifted her position slightly, knowing she would get stiff and uncomfortable if she stayed in the same one for a long time. "I wanna get out of the house," she said.

He knew better than to disagree with his expectant hormonal wife. To be honest, he would literally do anything for her considering she was carrying his child. Half of him, half of her. And though he joked about it, as long as their new baby was happy and healthy, he didn't care regardless of the gender.

Jay reached for her hand to pull her away from the small nursery. "A walk sounds good, let's go."

"Hey, we picked yellow for Olivia's nursery too, right?" she surprised herself: the color must have activated the memory. That, or the fact she'd mentioned the walls needed more than one coat of paint.

He spun around to face her so fast that Erin thought he may stumble. "Huh?"

Erin let out a small giggle as she continued to rock back and forth gently on the chair. Her eyes slid closed and she shook her head slightly. "I don't even know what triggers it," she said. "But we painted Olivia's bedroom in a shade of yellow, didn't we?"

Jay swallowed. "Yes, we did." He threw down the paintbrush and moved to the rocking chair, crouching at the side of it. "Wow, your brain is amazing," he looked at her in awe. Of course he thought he was getting used to it, but every time she remembered something about what had happened before her accident his heart seemed to skip a beat. Especially when it was a small or random memory- they were the ones that meant the most.

She clearly planned on continuing so Jay leaned against the arm of the chair and she reached out, running a hand through his hair.

"…and then you dragged me on the walk that was so long it could have brought on early labor," she smirked, revelling in the fact it was all coming back to her.

Jay narrowed his eyes. "That was actually your idea Er," he licked his lip. "And as I recall, it was also your idea to continue with the distractions when we got back-"

She feigned confusion at first then realized what he had been getting at. Hey, was it her fault that carrying a child made her so enthusiastic? She didn't find him complaining about it at the time. "Well you're not getting that this time around," she smirked and then pretended to yawn.

Jay rolled his eyes and thumped the arm of the chair. He hadn't told her the rest of the memory to try and recreate it right now. "Well it was worth a shot," he chuckled and stood up. "I'll give this another lick of paint later. Did you eat already?"

Erin shook her head. "I knocked up a quick mac n cheese earlier, there's probably enough left for dinner," she said, standing herself.

"Perfect," her husband's stomach grumbled on cue. "Let's eat."

"But you never work on the weekend! Why are you going in today?" Olivia sulked as she followed Jay down the stairs. Freddie was hot on her heels, holding onto her hand and the railings as he traipsed behind them.

"Yeah Daddy! I don't want you to work," the little boy pouted, pulling a face and folding his arms dramatically as both children watched their father put on his work boots.

Jay sighed: inside, he felt exactly the same as them. He hated to work a Saturday but his city needed him. Even if it was only for a couple of hours, he vowed to be home for their family meal at dinner time. After he'd laced up his shoes, he bent to Freddie's level. He hoped the boy didn't remember that they were supposed to be going swimming today because then he would feel like a bad parent.

"Daddy will be home in a few hours. You're gonna have fun with Liv, right?" He looked at his daughter for reassurance and she nodded. Jay kissed Freddie's forehead and stood up, his hand resting on Olivia's shoulder. Freddie nodded and ran into the lounge, shouting that he was gonna watch TV. "You gotta look after him today for me," Jay said to his daughter, not so little anymore because she came to his shoulders. "And your mom," he added.

"You got it Dad," Olivia nodded, hugging him. Though she liked to act older than her years, she was still a Daddy's girl.

"Got what?" a small voice joined the mix and both father and daughter turned to see Erin coming down the stairs. She held tight onto the handrail, slowly taking a step at a time. The remaining few weeks seemed to be taking their toll on her as she yawned when she reached them. That was to be expected; it was the third time her body had been through this.

"Nothing," Olivia smiled sweetly and went to join her brother, leaving her parents in the hallway.

"You didn't have to get up," Jay said, wrapping her- as best he could- beneath his embrace. Her bump still appeared fairly small but it was definitely bigger than her first.

"I needed to," Erin said through gritted teeth. "I had to pee," she confessed.

"Oh," Jay hid his laughter, not wanting her to see the fact that he was amused at her discomfort. He kissed her forehead so she wouldn't see. "Hey, at least there's not long to go."

"Yeah sooner the better," she winced, leaning first to one side and then the other as the baby pushed down on her insides. "I wish you didn't have to work today," she said quietly, muffled against his chest.

Jay exhaled. "Me neither," he pulled back to look at her. "But if you need anything today, anything, please just call my cell. Whatever it is, I'll cut out of work and-"

"Don't you dare," she smirked, holding one hand against her stomach. "Your city needs you. Just come home to me when you're done," she reached up to pull his face down and kiss him. "I love you."

"I love you," Jay reached for his jacket and shoved his arms into it. "Bye!"

Erin stayed in the doorway, watching as he pulled the car away. She leaned against the doorframe and waved, though now he was out of sight. Then she locked the door and waddled to the lounge, smiling at her children already sitting together on the couch. "Alright, what are you watching?"

"Batman, Mamma! Batman!"

"Oh I should have known," Erin laughed, stopping abruptly when she found it too much of an effort, and eased onto the vacant area of the couch. "What did you guys wanna do today?"

Olivia looked up at her mom. "We were supposed to go swimming with Dad…"

"You wanna still go?" she said it though she wasn't sure if she meant it. Still, Erin didn't wanna let being pregnant affect time with her children. "You wanna go swimming, Fred?"

"Swimming, swimming!" Second to Batman, it was one of his favorite things. Then he pulled a face. "But I want Daddy to come too!"

"He can't, he's gotta get rid of the bad guys, remember?" Olivia ruffled her brother's hair. She escaped from the couch first and headed for the stairs. "Hey Freddie, I'll race you to get ready!"

"I'll win, I'll win!" the little boy scrambled out from his mother's touch and followed in his sister's footsteps.

Erin listened for the sound of them reaching the upstairs floor. By the sounds of Freddie's cheers, she knew Olivia had been the best big sis and playfully let him beat her. She heard their further footsteps as they raced into their own rooms to find swim stuff. She breathed out and pushed up from the sofa, unable to ignore the soft thumping coming from her stomach.

"Hey," she spoke into the air as she made her way upstairs slowly. "Stop that. I know you're there, you don't have to keep kicking me," she stroked over the top of her tank top. Erin smiled to herself as the baby seemed to listen and the movement stopped as she walked the hallway into her bedroom.

She just about made it to the door of her and Jay's bathroom before the familiar back pain that she knew well shot across her lower back. Erin's hand rested on the doorframe whilst the other held onto her back.

"Shit," she cursed to herself, knowing it was just her luck it would happen on the one day Jay wasn't by her side. "No, no, no," she curled her hand into her fist and thumped it against the doorframe. After sucking in air through her teeth, she stood. "Liv!"

"Mom?" she appeared at the bathroom door to find Erin sitting on the lid of the lavatory, her knees bouncing up and down. "Are you okay? Is it the baby?"

Erin underplayed the pain, not wanting to worry her daughter. "I'm okay," she took deep breaths. "Can you entertain your brother for a while? I think I might go for a lay down," she started to move towards the bedroom.

"Uh, sure," Olivia nodded, a look of apprehension on her face. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be fine honey," Erin smiled and watched Olivia move out of the room towards her brother. "I hope," she said under her breath as she lay down gently on the bed. If she could lay in the same position for a while, she reckoned the pain would subside.

Erin must have fallen into a light slumber because when she woke, the alarm clock at her side told her it was after lunch time. So she had slept for at least an hour and thirty. It surprised her just how much better she felt and eased herself to a sitting position, ready to swing her legs from the bed.

As soon as she managed to stand, she knew the previous pain hadn't been a false alarm. She was surprised that the breaking of her waters hadn't woken her up: apparently the baby wanted to make an earlier appearance than she expected.

"Liv!" There was more urgency to her tone this time, and Olivia appeared seconds later.

Her eyes widened as she saw Erin's weird positioning, half on the bed and half-standing, rapid breaths of air escaping her mouth. Olivia's own mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say. "I'll call Dad," she ran quickly out of her mom's sight in search of her cell phone. When she reappeared with the phone glued to her ear, she seemed panicked, not accustomed to seeing her mother in such a position or in such distress.

"He's not answering! What should I do?"

Erin ran a hand through her hair, several beads of sweat dampening her brow. "Call 911 honey," she managed to say while doubled over. "Where's … your brother?"

"He's glued to the TV," Olivia said, pulling the phone from her ear to change who she was calling. "Ambulance please, my mom…" then she reeled off their address and blinked several times. She still seemed glued to the spot when the sirens pulled up a short while later. The abrupt stop of them made her bound down the stairs towards the door to let them in.

"My mom…." she led the strangers upstairs. "I think she's having the baby."

The only thought that ran through Jay's mind was the last time he'd sprinted this fast to the hospital, his wife and daughter were in danger. Right after their car crash, this was the very place they'd been taken to and he'd assumed the worst; that one or both wouldn't be coming back to him.

Right now though, it was supposed to be for a happy occasion. But the panic in Olivia's voice made him think different, and he'd ran so quickly out of the District that Ruzek had followed him. And he'd brought him along in the Jeep, knowing he would come in handy to entertain their children if he and Erin were occupied for a while.

Ruzek was at least two paces behind him, not being in the obvious rush Jay was. He caught up with his friend when Jay was at the welcome desk, listening to the last of the conversation as the girl behind it directed them to the maternity unit.

"Dad!" Olivia rushed to Jay's side as soon as he appeared around the corner. She hugged him quick and pointed ahead to the doors, biting on her lower lip. "Mom's in there," she said, nervously. "Is she gonna be okay?"

"Of course honey," Jay smiled, reassuring himself at the same time. "Adam's gonna take you kids for ice cream, okay? I think we could be waiting a while," he added, stroking her hair before looking over at his other child. Freddie was engrossed in his sister's cell phone, having it turned sideways to play a game. He smiled, left them in the (somewhat) capable hands of his work mate and rushed through the double doors.

Erin was still in a regular hospital bed, not a theater, so he didn't feel guilty for missing anything important. Still, he wanted to curse at himself for going to work this morning: it was typical that the one weekend he was needed at the District was the one where their baby wanted to make its appearance.

"Hey," Jay hurried to her bedside, manoeuvring out of the nurses' way to reach her. Erin looked up when she heard the doors opening, a half-grimace half-smile spreading across her face.

"You're here," she said through gritted teeth. "I was beginning to think you weren't gonna make it," her eyes slid closed as Jay pressed his lips to the top of her head. "We're gonna be okay, this isn't too early, right?" she looked up at him.

"No," his voice was strong, knowing he had to be for the both of them. It was one of the things he hadn't missed: seeing his wife in pain. Jay looked on as she worked her way off the hospital bed and wandered around the room, clutching her sides and breathing through her nose. The look on her face told Jay she was distressed: surely it couldn't be long now?

"Can I do anything, baby?" he followed her across the tiled floor, taking her hand into his own. Trying not to make any noise as she held on with a vice-like grip.

"Distract….me," Erin cried, pleading into his eyes. "Please."

Jay thought on his feet. So much, anything he could tell her and he was drawing a blank. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. The only thing that was coming to him was a memory that she probably didn't remember and he fought to not curl his free hand into a fist. Fuck Dan McMorris and his fucking psychotic kidnapping plan. If he hadn't have happened then…

"Jay!" her eyes had widened as though she was begging for him to say something.

"Okay shh," he soothed, stroking the back of her hand, as best he could around the IV needle. Thinking on his feet, Jay pulled out his cell phone from the back of his jeans. "I just wanna try something-"

"Now?!"

"You said you wanted a distraction," his voice remained calm, like she needed him to be. Eventually music started to blare out of the speaker…

"Do you really have to go?" Jay pouted, flopping on the bed beside Erin's open and half-empty suitcase.

"Yes I really have to go," Erin laughed, her hands on her hips as she watched the childish scowl on his face. "It's only a few days, you know that."

"Maybe, but a few days without you is gonna suck," he frowned, watching his wife as she moved to collect a bunch of clothes out of the closet. "You're really leaving me and Liv whilst you go out of state," he huffed.

"It's my job Jay," Erin turned back towards him, throwing a sweater into the case and folding her arms. "I hate that we're gonna be apart as much as you do," she said truthfully, walking to the side of the bed that he occupied. "It's gonna suck being there without you-"

"So, don't go," he stretched an arm to meet her. "Stay at home with me."

"I…can't," her turn to pout. "This is an important job, honey and I want to be the one to cover it. I'm only gonna be gone a few days-"

"What if the plane crashes?"

"Stop it!" Erin swatted her husband's arm. "You're gonna make me paranoid. I wouldn't go if I didn't have to go. It's gonna be fine."

"Huh, you're right," Jay sat up, pulling his wife close so she stood between his legs when he swung them off the bed. "I just don't like it when we're apart," he admitted, standing to meet her. He pulled her chin up to meet his gaze and kissed her hard on the mouth. "Just make sure you come back to me."

"Always," Erin laughed, wrapping her hands around him. She stood in his embrace for a moment before she parted them. Her mind floated to the radio that was on in the background. "I like this song," she said.

Jay nodded. "It's pretty catchy," he replied, then reached for her hand. "Dance with me."

"What?" Erin was surprised; he wasn't much of a dancer. "I've gotta finish with the packing-"

"Humor me," Jay took a step towards her again. "Just dance with me a sec," he repeated.

"Okay," she nodded and placed her hand in his. Her head rested against his chest as they listened to the music. "I don't think I've seen you dance since our wedding," she laughed, noticing as he seemed to sway in time with the beat.

"…just reminding you what you're meeting when you're flying off to work and leaving me and your daughter behind," Jay teased, his lips resting on the top of her head. "You know I'm kidding, I'm just gonna miss you."

"And I you, but if you don't let me pack I'm never gonna catch that flight," Erin laughed, pulling away from him and turning to pull a pair of sneakers out of the bottom of the closet.

"I'll leave you to it," he pouted again, looking on as she seemed to fly around the room collecting what she needed. "Tell me when you're ready to go."

"That song," her eyes widened. "What's that song?"

"Kings of Leon," Jay grinned, recalling that day almost five years ago when it had come on the radio. "Wait for me, wait for me, it's all better now, it's all-"

"Better now," she finished, trying to laugh. "Why do I know it?"

"It was on the radio the day you were leaving to get on that plane," Jay filled in the blanks for her, their heads touching. "I just wanted to know if-"

"You wouldn't leave me alone to pack," Erin said, moving away because she was uncomfortable. It couldn't be long now, they couldn't be waiting for a while now. "You were just…oh!"

"I think it could be time," the nurse, who they had forgotten was in the room, cut in. She was watching as Jay guided his wife over to the bed and work to manoeuvre her comfortably on it.

"You've got this," he was saying, reassuring her. Erin had hold of his hand so hard he could see the skin turning purple. A small price to pay for the pain she was currently going through though.

Her breathing became rhythmic as Erin followed words coming from the midwife's mouth. Had she really done this twice before?

"You're doing so good baby," Jay spoke over the words of the woman, directly to his wife. He let out a small gasp as Erin continued to push, his eyes spending half of their time on her damp face and half on what was happening down there. It still fascinated him.

"I…can't!" Erin was saying, her eyes screwed together. "I'm….argh!"

"One more should do it!" the nurse spoke again, her voice louder this time telling Jay to shut up. "That's it!"

It was a moment before the new squawk filled the room, a high-pitched squealing telling them there was a new occupant. Jay jumped in surprised, moving his position slightly to see.

"Congratulations," the professional smiled, her hands full of blotchy pink skin. "It's a girl, did you wanna do the honors, Mr Halstead?"

Jay released his wife temporarily, taking hold on the forceps to free woman from child. Then he watched in awe as the nurse turned away to swaddle up the newborn. He took the baby from her, staring as she un-scrunched her face and let out another piercing wail. "Erin, she's perfect," he whispered.

"Of course she is, she's ours," she joked, her head lolling back exhaustedly on the pillow. "Let me see her," she said.

He bent a little, revealing the baby's face to her mother. "Hey she has your nose," he smiled. "And that dimple," he added, noticing the tiniest crease in the side of his new daughter's face.

"No she doesn't," Erin said, holding out her arms to take the baby from her husband. "All new babies look like that."

"They aren't as cute as ours," Jay stood back and took in the scene in front of him. Thankful that he'd got her back to experience this. An action that made their family complete. "You're amazing," he said and turned his attention to the door. "Should I get the kids?"

"I couldn't think of anything better," Erin took her eyes from the new bundle for a second and nodded at Jay. She plastered an excited look on her face as the other two ran into the room.

"A baby!" Freddie gasped, stretching up towards Erin so he could see.

"Oh Mom, she's so cute! Can I hold her?" Olivia squealed.

"Of course," Erin told her to sit before passing the baby to her big sister.

"We haven't even thought of a name," Jay realized. "Anyone got anything?"

"I was thinking outside," Olivia admitted, looking down at her baby sibling. "How about Faith?" she smiled at her Dad. "I mean….it's kind of what brought you back, Mom. And it has a deeper meaning."

Jay looked at his wife and gestured with his hands. "She has a point. I like it."

"Me too," Erin cocked her head to the side.

"Hey, me three!" Freddie ran from the side of the bed to watch as his older sister cooed at his new one.

"Olivia, Freddie and Faith…it has a ring to it, don't you think?" Erin said.

"Absolutely," her husband agreed.

He walked to the space between Erin's bed and the chair Olivia occupied. Smiling to himself: he'd done it. Erin had returned to him and now their family was complete. Jay turned towards Erin and kissed her, taking both hands and cupping her face. Not caring about the other professionals in the room.

Because this was what he'd waited for, and it was everything he'd ever wanted.

Thank you so much for reading, this was one of my absolute favorites to update! And reviews are always great!
P.S: I have something new in mind but I wasn't even sure people still read Linstead fanfic. Do you? Bc I'm not sure if many people do anymore lol. If you would, it would be great to post something new! Thanks for sticking with this one =)