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Ingrid wasn’t sure what other words could be used to describe it. However, the idea of being huge was hardly unappealing when it was in the context of carrying Jakob’s child. Any child of theirs would be loved and protected so fiercely, she couldn’t help but feel warm at the thought of it. Seeing him holding a bundled up infant would likely be what she saw in her dreams for the next few weeks. “Bold of you to assume you could stop me, even if it meant going against my job,” she shot back at him, trying to keep her tone light. She didn’t doubt they would devolve into an argument about it if she wasn’t careful and she wasn’t interested in that ending to the night. Ingrid felt his lips at the back of her neck and she sighed, leaning into his hold, far more relaxed than she’d been all day. “I know you are. You were right though… if it weren’t for Robin, it wouldn’t have hit so deep. I’d be dealing with a superficial wound and not something this deep.” Unfortunately she couldn’t say anything to her partner without letting on that she knew Jakob wouldn’t hit her intentionally. That would blow their cover quicker than they could say ‘Genovese’. “That sounds like a wonderful idea. I would say you should shoot me more often so we could do this more than once, but I think at that point, they’d just take me off of the case for something dumb like reckless endangerment.” With a smile, she stripped and followed him into the shower. When the water hit her shoulder, she yelped, gritting her teeth and forcing herself to stand still so the shower head could wash away the blood that had dried there. “Fuck, that hurts.” With her free hand, she prodded gently at the area, swiping her thumb over the edge of the wound to try and clean it off a bit, no matter how badly it pained her. 

jakob chuckled softly - of course he couldn’t stop her. only a fool would try and stop his wife from doing anything she set her mind to, and jakob was no fool. a fool in love perhaps, in that he would always do anything for her, but he was no fool in any other matter. alas, that was a conversation for another time, one where he wasn’t completely wracked with guilt at the knowledge that it was his fault she was injured. “robin aside, i’m still sorry. i should have tried to aim somewhere else, distract her somehow... hit her maybe, but i needed her to look somewhere else, and i knew you wouldn’t appreciate her being taken out of the equation entirely.” that had maybe happened once before, and she hasn’t been too pleased wth him then. even if that one wasn’t his fault. standing under the shower wiith her, he tried to shelter her from the direct spray as much as possible, knowing that would hurt more than a gentle wash. “come here.” he took a wash rag and soaped it up. batting her hand away lightly, he started gently dabbing the area to get rid of some of the dry flakes of blood before he started to gently wipe around the edge of the wound. “it’s clear at least, a clear shot.” sometimes he had to admit, even he was impressed by his skills.

Some of you may have read in May that I had finally got free of my ex. Well, it’s related to that. Among other things, the 22nd would’ve been my first wedding anniversary, if my douche of an ex-husband hadn’t been an abusive twat. However, what I hadn’t faced up to yet was at the end of March I miscarried, and I would’ve had our baby by now. My first baby. But I ignored the fact that I was pregnant for too long and it was too late. Whether it was because he was abusive, I don’t know. At one point I ended up with my stomach practically black and blue from being shoved around. Or whether it was because I ignored it. Or.. idk. Stress. I can speculate all I want. But the guilt eats at me daily.

Ingrid grinned at him. “Those are all incredibly viable options, all of which sound entirely plausible for when I might actually have to stay home for an extended period of time. Not that I think it would be very easy to bend me over a desk if I was huge.” Still, it’s the thought that counts. And the thought was extremely appealing. “I can only imagine being a commissioner as you near your seventies is hardly the kind of like he wanted for himself. I don’t blame him in the slightest for wanting to spend the last years of his life in comfort and without the stress,” she pointed out. However, she agreed that the new guy was way too harsh. There wasn’t much that could be done about it though, unless he did something egregious enough to get thrown out of the position due to public outrage. She doubted that would be coming any time soon. At the mention of his father, Ingrid pressed up on her toes to kiss him gently. “Good thing it’s not going to happen. I’d break any law necessary to get you out of prison if it came to that in the first place.” With mention of a baby, she beamed. “Sounds good to me.” It was impossible to keep the grimace off of her face as he began to remove her bandages. The dried blood was pulling at the wound and flaking away. While she hadn’t been bad enough to need stitches, she might as well have been. “I doubt any of them would put up a fuss if I said I was going on vacation because of this,” she agreed. “It’s what half of the others would do, I’m sure, and the other half would work their positions without caring about desk duty.” Once her shoulder was uncovered, she rolled it slightly, wincing as the skin protested, pulling at the wound. 

“well i thought so, too.” he mused, “i’m sure we could find other places if you ended up ‘huge’, but i somehow don’t think that’s the word i’d describe you as if you were carrying my baby.” he said with a small laugh. honestly? he thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen anyway, when she was carrying his child? he knew she would be even more beautiful. “perhaps not. but you’d think he’d have at least given us a heads up who his replacement would be. my dad paid for that mans house in cabo.” near enough anyway. jakob smiled, “and risk you getting in trouble with the law, baby? not a chance. you know i wouldn’t let that happen.” it was helpful having her behind the scenes, feeding him information that could keep him off their books as much as possible. but if, for a second, he believed it would get her into shit? risk her being sent down? he’d pull the plug on her helping him in a heartbeat. no matter what happened to him. once he could toss the dirty bandages into the sink, jakob wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck. “i’m still sorry for that, y’know.” he murmured softly. “should’a thought of something else.” he hummed, “and i can leave marcus to hold the fort, or fi. nothing big should be happening for a while so we could get away... just you and me. work on making us three.” that was corny, even for him. he kissed the back of her neck again. “c’mon, lets get you cleaned up.”

“Oh can you?” she asked. Ingrid had a feeling she knew exactly where his mind had headed and she wasn’t all that upset by it. As much as she wanted to work, the thought of spending the rest of her days at home with her husband… there were likely quite a few things they could get up to if left to their own devices. “If you think it would work, I’m not going to stop you, but you don’t get to pout if you write the check and I’m still getting told to look up things on you and the rest of the mob,” she pointed out. “Just because you take care of things doesn’t mean the commissioner is going to let go of your case. You’re the big fish.” Ingrid shook her head fondly, grinning from ear to ear as he stripped out of his shirt. “You know it is. I’m getting old,” she lamented dramatically. “My eggs are drying up by the second.” Clutching her robe to her chest, Ingrid feigned swooning against the wall. “We have to take advantage of the last few years of my fertility.” She was joking, obviously. 34 was hardly old and especially in this day and age, kids were not only a possibility for the next couple of months. “As long as I have enough time to tell people I’m going on vacation so they can’t try to get me to stay behind or take work with me, I’m all for it. I honestly can’t remember the last time we went on a vacation where neither of us had to work. Or at least, work a lot.” She doubted they would be able to have a completely work-free vacation, especially not if they were going to Italy, but a woman could dream. Draping her robe over the sink, Ingrid set to work peeling off the gauze around her shoulder.

“i can. i think there would be plenty of things to do. paint the house. pick up a new hobby. y’know, plenty of things before i would bend you over my desk in the middle of the day.” he was only partially teasing about that. “nah, this one is too straight-laced. why’d the old one have to leave anyway? retirement or not, he should’ve been more selective about who took over.” although really, he knew it wasn’t down to the old one, there had just always been an understanding. his family lined the pockets of the local force a little, paid for more resources and equipment under the guise of being outstanding members of the community, while having their dealings somewhat ignored. at least the big fish.  he leaves and jakobs’ father gets sent down for life? “he’s already sent my dad down. getting me would make his career. but i play it smarter than my dad, you know that.” and he had her looking out for him, but he’d also installed other members inside the force, more than his father had. it made his job easier. “by the second? well, we can’t wait then, best get working on getting one of them growing into a baby genovese.” he walked up behind her as she had started taking off the gauze, his arms wrapping around her waist so he could kiss her temple. “after this i think you deserve it more than ever. here  - let me.” kissing her temple again, he let go of her so he could start gently taking off her bandages for her.