Two new members in the FBI (Rewritten)

Chapter 15

Previously on Two new members in the FBI

Jackson's Pov

Stiles squeezed my hand, a silent reassurance that I wasn't alone. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. "I... I just did what I had to do," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

But Fornell nodded, his gaze steady. "And for that, I'm grateful," he replied, his tone sincere. "You saved lives that day, Whittemore. Never forget that."

As we left Fornell's office, his words echoed in my mind, a reminder of the sacrifices we had made and the bonds that held us together.

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Jackson's Pov

(15 weeks pregnant)

As Stiles and I navigated the journey of my pregnancy, reaching the milestone of 15 weeks filled us with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. With each passing week, our baby's development continued to amaze us, reminding us of the miracle unfolding within.

At 15 weeks, our baby was about the size of a navel orange, their tiny form gradually taking shape. Their tiny fingers and toes were beginning to form, and their delicate features were becoming more defined with each passing day. It was a surreal experience, knowing that within me, a new life was blossoming, full of endless possibilities and potential.

But alongside the wonder of our baby's development, there were also the inevitable symptoms that came with pregnancy. For me, the nausea had begun to subside somewhat, replaced by a newfound energy and sense of well-being. Yet, I still experienced occasional bouts of fatigue and mood swings, reminders that my body was undergoing profound changes to nurture and protect our growing child.

As my pregnancy progressed, I began to notice subtle changes in my body. My clothes felt a bit snugger, and there was a faint curve beginning to form at my waistline—a visible testament to the life growing within me. It was a surreal feeling.

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As I stepped through the bustling corridors of the FBI headquarters, a sense of anticipation tingled in the air around me. It had been a long road to get here—four months of uncertainty, of fear, and of resilience—but finally, I was back at work, ready to resume my duties after my extended absence.

The past few months had been a whirlwind of emotions, marked by the highs and lows of my recovery and the unexpected journey of my pregnancy. But now, as I settled into my new routine, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the journey that had brought me here, and a renewed determination to embrace the challenges that lay ahead.

As I made my way to my desk, the familiar sights and sounds of the office greeted me like an old friend. Colleagues nodded in greeting as I passed, their smiles filled with genuine warmth and camaraderie. It was good to be back, to be surrounded by the familiar rhythms of office life once more.

Settling into my chair, I glanced around at the familiar surroundings of my workspace, a sense of comfort washing over me. The desk was exactly as I had left it—neat and organized, with a stack of case files waiting to be reviewed. It felt good to be back in the thick of things, to once again be a part of the team working tirelessly to keep our community safe.

But amidst the familiar routines of office life, there was also the undeniable presence of change—a change that was both exhilarating and daunting in its scope. The knowledge that I was now responsible not only for my well-being but also for the life growing within me, filled me with a sense of awe and wonder.