FBI profiler turned firefighter, Anastasia Valdez, moves to Los Angeles for a fresh start after the loss of her fiancé. A career switch plus moving across the country make for a great conversation starter.
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Bobby was the designated chef of the station whenever he was on shift, and while occasionally someone else would volunteer to cook, there were never any complaints from anyone whenever Bobby cooked for them. He had a special lasagna, a secret recipe no one knew, and while that was cooking in the oven, Anastasia was helping him in the kitchen with the side dishes, like the garlic bread, sautéed veggies, and salad. She felt like they were going to have the full Olive Garden experience for their early dinner.
"You sure that's a smile? That's the same face Buck makes when he's gassy."
A gasp came from Anastasia, because she had already seen the exact same picture when Maddie sent it to Buck. "That's like what I said."
"No, you said when I'm constipated. Besides, I will take both of those as a compliment, 'cause it just means she looks like her Uncle Buck."
"He's been abusing the whole 'Uncle Buck' thing for weeks." Anastasia commented, which had Buck sending her a look from across the kitchen island.
His current obsession was the fact that he was now an uncle, and he made sure everyone knew. When he helped Anastasia with grocery shopping, the random people in the aisles and the cashier knew. People at Tatum's dog park see pictures of baby Jee all the time, and anyone who followed him on Instagram because of Anastasia posting him on her story got the privilege of seeing him holding a baby every once in a while. "I can't help it." He'd always say. "Is this what baby fever feels like."
"You want your own baby?" Bobby walked over with the fresh pot of coffee for everyone and asked.
The guys turned to Anastasia, waiting for an announcement or something. The "or something" was what they were getting because she was not popping kids out anytime soon. "Do not ask me where he's getting a baby from. I am not involved in that." She told the three.
"Not yet, you mean."
"Stop putting words in my mouth, Buckley." Anastasia told him with a shove.
While the guys started talking about how Maddie and Howie's schedules were the complete opposite, so someone could always be home with the baby, Anastasia's phone started ringing with her little sisters, face appearing on the screen. "Hola, Luna! Qué pasa?"
"Hey, Na-Na. Rick and I are planning our trip to LA and we need to know what hotels are close to your house."
"Hotels? I told you guys I have guest rooms in my house for you to stay in while you're visiting."
Luna sighed over the phone, knowing this would come up with Anastasia again. "I know, but you have a boyfriend now and we don't want to impose. What if we end up not liking each other, I don't want to be stuck there and make things awkward in your home."
"I'm sure that won't happen, Lulu. I wouldn't be with anyone if I thought my family didn't like them, but if that did happen, he has his own place. It's not like he lives with me." With said boyfriend only being a few feet away, Anastasia tried to keep her voice down even though everyone was distracted with Hen wanting to celebrate Howie's return. "Plus, LA is stupid expensive and I'm offering you a free bed and breakfast. I'm basically an Airbnb with less rules and a cute dog."
