Will you write prompt #58??
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#58: “You’re never this quiet, What’s wrong?”
When Jake had first become a detective, he thought that he was probably the most earnestly invested in what he did. After all, he worked the job he had been dreaming about since he was a kid and god he loved what he did.
‘How could anyone be more into this than me?!’ Was a constant thought that ran through his head throughout the entirety of his first years getting perps.
Then the one Ms Amy Santiago joined the nine-nine and Peralta was thrown through a loop as he considered if it even looked like he loved his job anymore.
Fast forward a few years, he ended up marrying that very adamant detective and the two acted as a crime-stopping super-team.
Their equal love for what they did mean a lot of over-time and personal hours invested in their cases, making it all that much harder to find time for one another.
Some times, just sometimes, however, all the stars seemed to aline and Jake and Amy found themselves with time to bond and hang out like a married couple should.
It was late into the afternoon and the couple had accomplished all that they needed to do, eat breakfast, take a shower, and get up. not in that order.
Now the two laid on their couch, watching the T.V. Usually, Amy was pretty against watching the t.v. as she found it: “pointless and a waste of precious time I could be organising something or making something that Holt would appreciate” But Jake and his magical reasoning skills were able to convince her otherwise that afternoon.
What that really meant was that he basically just promised that they could watch the Smithsonian channel and she could organise those binder tabs that she had been meaning to do.
She agreed the second organisation was mentioned.
So there the couple laid on the couch lazily, to each their own.
Jake, not at all interested on whatever history mumbo-jumbo the fancy speaking old man was saying on the tv, instead he equally divided his attention to trolling through Diehard chat rooms, trying to snoop the possibility of another movie being made, and starring Amy.
The second wasn’t intentional. It was just he could see her from his peripheral vision, and she was so cute as she tried to manically fix her binder collection, Jake couldn’t stop looking.
“You haven’t talked in like thirty minutes and in all the time that I’ve known you, you’ve talked through every single movie we’ve ever seen, including the aeroplane safety videos which is crazy if you ask me,” Amy looked In Jake’s direction, rearranging the pile of dividers laying in her lap. “You're never this quiet, what’s wrong?”
“No nothings wrong, I was just thinking” He cleared his throat.
Any gave him an incredulous look, Moving her supplies on the coffee table in front of her. “Okay, you never think, what’s the matter?”
Jake just sighs, knowing his cover was blown he looks down at his hands “No nothing is wrong Ames, it's just, I was actually thinking... thinking about us,”
Amy’s heart dropped to the pit of her stomach he seemed so calm, so calm it was troublesome. She adjusted her posture so that she was sitting more professionally, she didn't want to give any tells of her worry “Thinking about what?”
“About how much I love you and how perfect our life is,”
Amy’s tense shoulders dropped as she felt her heart swell, a little ‘aww’ escaped her lip as she leaned over to kiss him.
“I love you too,” she said against his lips, moving so that their foreheads rested against one another as the tone in her voice completely changed “We should turn off the tv-”
“Uhuh” Jake’s voice followed, his eyes lighting up in excited curiosity
“Change into something a little different,”
“And go get some ice cream from the new place across the street!”
Jake jumped up from the couch like a little kid, “Hell yeah! God I love you so much, babe”
