Cop Cuties (chenford/the rookie) stories

Babysitters ❤️ Pt.1

Summary: Chenford babysit Wopez kids while they go on a weekend trip, and it gives them a look into the future. 

Author note: since we don't know Angela's babies name, we're going to go with Sadie. Takes place about a year after the season five finale. Also this will be heavy angst/fluff/smut.

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"Jackson's on a blueberry kick right now, so if he starts screaming bloody murder... blueberries. i don't know why" Angela said, she paced through her kitchen, trailed by Tim and Lucy. "We have three boxes in the fridge, but please watch him when he eats, he's been throwing them at Sadie lately."

"Copy that," Tim said, watching Angela dig through a drawer next to the fridge. She huffed, slamming it shut and moving to the next drawer.

"Emergency numbers are on the fridge, but please don't call Patrice. She made us put her on there, but she would take like an hour to respond to anything."

"If she responds at all," Wesley added, leaning against the doorway and also watching his wife tear their kitchen drawers apart like a madwoman.

"Sadie and Jack are down for their naps, they go down every day at about 1, but Jack might fight you, so sometimes we just give up and let him watch hour of paw patrol while she sleeps." She opened another drawer, this one housed can openers, wine corkers, and a bottle opener. "Aha! There they are!" she said, pulling out her car keys. She spun them by the keychain around her finger, and clamped her fist around them triumphantly.

"Again, thank you guys so much for watching them for the weekend. We haven't had a real vacation since before we were married." Wesley said, as the group made their way out of the kitchen and into the living room. He wrapped an arm around his wife, and smiled.

"Of course!" Lucy said, her smile was radiant, and Tim could tell his girlfriend was thrilled. "Anything to spend time with my favorite kiddos!" She paused "don't tell Nyla I said that,"

"Your secret is safe with me," Angela said, making a zipper motion over her mouth, before reaching to the hanger against the wall and grabbing a dark purple blazer, pulling it on over her David Bowie t-shirt. She fanned her curls out from under the collar, and turned to grab one of the suitcases from the hallway.

"need help with your bags?" Tim asked, and Wesley shook his head, as he unlocked the door. They exchanged goodbyes, and Tim and Lucy watched them load their suitcases into the trunk of their uber, and take off.

"Blueberries were jackson's favorite too," Lucy said, fully smiling as she shut the door. Her smile didn't falter, but Tim studied her face for a hint of sadness, of mourning, or something that jackson's memory could have provoked. A look flashed across her face for a slight second, so quickly he could barely register it was ever there. But she just turned and shut the door, locking and dead bolting it behind her. Then she turned back to Tim. He watched as she scrambled to change the subject before he could respond. " You know, you never offered to help me with my bags,"

He stepped forward and put a hand around her waist. "The war bags?" He planted a kiss to her lips, soft and sweet, with a whisper of comfort.

"mhm," she murmured up against his lips, putting her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. Her mouth parted for his tongue, and she grazed her teeth against his bottom lip. She stood on her tiptoes, and he had to bend down a lot to reach her. It was cute, he thought, how small she was. He had seen her take on huge guys, and win, but when he held her in his arms, he remembered just how much bigger he really was. Even as she bit his bottom lip, (driving him a little crazy) He was careful not to hurt her.

"I'm sure I can make it up to you," He moved his hand from her waist to the small of her back, and placed his other hand on her ass, hoisting her up to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist to straddle him and she pushed her hips forwards a little bit, feeling his hard bulge against her. Amazing, how quickly she could get him "in the mood," and visa versa.