Two new members in the FBI (Rewritten)

Chapter 18

Team Boy or Team Girl

Previously on Two new members in the FBI

Jackson's Pov

As we settled into bed together, wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. No matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as I had Stiles, I knew everything would be okay.

With each passing moment, our bond grew stronger, our love deeper, as we cherished the simple yet profound moments of togetherness that made life worth living. As I closed my eyes and felt the steady rhythm of Stiles's heartbeat against my chest, I knew the best was yet to come.

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Jackson's Pov

(20 weeks pregnant)

As I reached the halfway point of my pregnancy at twenty weeks, the reality of becoming a parent settled more deeply into my consciousness. Our baby was now about the size of a banana, measuring around six and a half inches from head to rump. They were starting to develop their own unique sleep and wake cycles, and their taste buds were forming, allowing them to start tasting the foods I ate through the amniotic fluid.

The changes in my body were more noticeable now. My bump had grown significantly, and it was clear to anyone who looked at me that I was expecting. Despite the discomforts—occasional backaches, swollen feet, and the constant need to find a comfortable sleeping position—I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of wonder and gratitude for the life growing within me.

One evening, as Stiles and I settled on the couch after dinner, I felt our baby's strong kicks and movements. I placed my hand on my bump, a smile spreading across my face. "Stiles, come here. The baby is really active tonight."

Stiles immediately set down the book he was reading and moved closer, placing his hand next to mine on my bump. "Hey, little one," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and affection. "Your dad is feeling you move a lot tonight."

We sat in silence for a few moments, feeling the rhythmic kicks and movements. Stiles's eyes widened with each kick, and his smile grew wider. "It's incredible," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Our baby is really in there, growing and moving around."

I nodded, feeling a swell of emotion at the sight of Stiles's joy and wonder. "Yeah, it's pretty amazing. I still can't believe we're halfway there."

Stiles leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my bump. "You're doing an incredible job, Jackson. I know it's not easy, but you're handling everything so well."

I smiled, feeling a mix of pride and gratitude. "Thanks, Stiles. It hasn't been easy, but it's all worth it. I can't wait to meet our little one."

Stiles wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. "Me too. We're going to be great parents, Jackson. I just know it."

As we sat there together, feeling our baby's movements and dreaming about the future, I couldn't help but reflect on how far we had come. From our high school days in Beacon Hills to our careers in the FBI and now preparing to become parents, our journey had been anything but ordinary. But through it all, our love and partnership had only grown stronger.

The next day at work, Fornell approached me with a concerned look on his face. "Jackson, how are you feeling? I know you're halfway through your pregnancy now, and I want to make sure you're not overexerting yourself."

I appreciated his concern and gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm doing okay, Fornell. It's definitely getting more challenging, but I'm managing. And Stiles has been amazing, helping me at home and ensuring I'm taking care of myself."