Previously on Two new members in the FBI
Jackson's Pov
"I feel that too," I said, watching him with a smile. "We're a team, and we've got this."
As the evening approached, I touched my belly, feeling the familiar flutter of Boston's movements. It was a reminder that we were ready no matter what lay ahead. Together, we would face the challenges, embrace the joys, and make a home for our son filled with love and laughter.
I leaned into Stiles, feeling his arm around me, and knew that this was just the beginning of the greatest adventure of our lives.
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Jackson's Pov
30 weeks pregnant
At 30 weeks pregnant, I could feel the weight of the world pressing down on me, but it was also a weight I was learning to carry with each passing day. Boston was now about the size of a cabbage, weighing around 3 pounds and growing steadily. His bones continued to harden, his skin becoming less translucent, and his little organs were maturing, especially his lungs, which would soon allow him to breathe independently. He was also moving more, a constant reminder of the life inside me. It was becoming more real, and every day felt like a countdown until he finally arrived.
Physically, I was starting to feel every inch of the pregnancy. My belly was enormous, stretched taut with life, and I couldn't go more than an hour or two without feeling the strain on my back. My hips ached with every step I took, and the pressure on my bladder made getting comfortable a near-impossible task. But despite the discomfort, I felt connected to Boston in a way that was impossible to put into words. Every stretch, every shift of his body inside me, made me more aware of how close we were getting to the end of this journey and the beginning of a new chapter.
I woke up on the morning of my 30th week, the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The house was still, and I felt the familiar tightness in my lower back as I stretched my limbs. I had been having more Braxton Hicks contractions lately, though they were still not painful—just a reminder that my body was preparing. The strange part was how real and frequent they felt. They were getting closer together, and I was reminded that this process was happening each time.
I turned over and saw Stiles still asleep beside me. His face was soft and peaceful, his breathing steady and rhythmic. It was moments like these that I felt the weight of how much had changed for us. The life we had before felt distant now—sleeping in late, the spontaneity of our days, the time we spent just the two of us. It was about to change, and while I was terrified at times, I was also ready.
I gently touched Stiles's arm, waking him with a soft nudge.
"Morning," I whispered, a small smile on my face.
Stiles groaned, rubbing his eyes before turning to face me. "What time is it?" he mumbled.
"Too early," I said with a grin. "But I've been up for a while and feel the usual aches. How about you?"
He stretched, his body rigid for a moment before taking a deep breath. "I'm alright. I'm a little sore, but nothing major. How are you feeling?"
"More of the same," I said, feeling my back twinge. "The Braxton Hicks have been happening a little more often, but nothing serious."
Stiles propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure? Do you need to go to the doctor or—"
"No," I interrupted, smiling softly at his protective nature. "I'm fine. I'm just trying to manage the aches and cramps. It's normal at this stage, right?"

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Two new members in the FBI (Rewritten)
Teen FictionStiles Stilinski and Jackson Whittemore are married and in the FBI together at the age of 21 years old. After leaving Beacon Hills they both joined the Academy. Aaron Hotchner went to the Academy and saw them with the skills they have. Nobody but...