𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

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Imogen Upton (age 3)
Word count: 424
Just a short one :)

Haileys POV

Today is paperwork catch up day, thankfully, since I had no other option but to bring my daughter with me. My babysitter bailed on me, which I understand, and Voight could've also said no... but he didn't for once. I think he tries to hide the fact that he doesn't like Imogen running around, but I know he does, I've seen how he shows her around his office. He just likes to act cold.  He misses his kids, Imogen reflects that.

I look up, watching my partner, and boyfriend all in one, sat with Imogen on his knee. I wish I could say he's the father to my child, but he isn't, I made a mistake with Imogen's father.  But if I never had laid eyes on him, I wouldn't have been gifted with my baby.  She's been clingy to jay for the past few days, "c'mon immy, it's time to let jay do his work" I stand up. Imogen squeals and wraps her arms around his neck, "no!" She screams. We all stare at her in shock. I let out a small snicker before covering up my laugh. Jay purses his lips together and stares at me, "you have competition" he smirks. I sigh, "c'mon immy..." I try to pry her from his neck.

       "He's mine!" Imogen squeals.  Hank looks up from his chair, staring at me through his office windows, and I wince.  I sigh as he stands up, although when I see a small smirk on his face, I feel my shoulders relax a little.  He raises an eyebrow as he stairs at Imogen, "you have to let jay do his work" I crouch down to see Imogen shooting daggers at me.

       Jay smiles humorously as Imogen's grip around his neck tightens, "my boyfriend" she huffs.  Voight chuckles, "hey, immy..." he leans down.

       Imogen looks up at him, "do you wanna' go get some ice cream with uncle Voight?" Hank smiles.  Imogen's face lights up and her arms immediately signal for hank to pick her up, "c'mon then" hank carries Imogen out of the bullpen and down the stairs.  That'll keep them busy for a while...

       "Uncle Voight?" Torres scoffs a laugh.  I nod, "apparently so" I smile weakly.  Jay grabs my hand, "looks like I'm cheating on you" he snickers.  I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, "she's crazy" I shake my head.  Jay smiled at me, nodding in agreement... how did this come about?

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