Deputy Jordan Parrish “Like the first morning”

“(Y/N)?” You felt a soft kiss on your forehead and you turned yourself around a little bit, feeling how his arms were holding you. “I’m so sorry to wake you up, but I’m afraid I have to go to work.” Jordan pressed another kiss on your nose and you moaned softly, eventually opening your eyes and curling your lips into a smile.
“I didn’t hear the alarm…” You whispered and saw how Jordan smiled and shook his head.
“I woke up before it could go of and I thought you would like the extra sleep.” He bent himself over you to press another soft kiss on your lips and you nodded.
“Will you be home in time for dinner?” You pushed yourself up a little bit and saw how Jordan was already fully dressed and ready to leave the house.
“I will do my very best.” He leaned in for another kiss and you kissed him back. “Do you call me when anything is happening?” He placed his hand on your belly and you smiled, nodding at him.
“I will.” You placed your hand on his and for a moment the two of you just enjoyed the baby kicking gently.
“Do you call me when you don’t feel well?” He had that worried look in his eyes that always showed up when he had to leave you behind, had to go to work, had to face whatever he would face today.
“I will.” You smiled again and fell back into the soft pillow, feeling how his hands were lifting up the sheets, carefully rolling your shirt up a little bit.
“Do you call me when you need anything?” He pressed a soft kiss on your naked skin and you could see the love in his eyes.
“Jordan, I will call you if I have to.” You saw how he started to blush, but you had to admit that you liked his worry, his concern. You loved that a big part of him was already a father, an amazing father.
“I will call you at lunchtime, okay?” He stood up from the bed and you nodded at him. He was a little bit overprotective, of you, of the baby. But he meant well, more than well and you didn’t mind the extra phone-calls, the extra kisses, the extra times he made you a hot bath or breakfast.
“Will you be careful?” You spoke softly and Jordan turned around.
“I will be as careful as I can be.” He smiled at you and you smiled back. His soft hands placed the blankets carefully over you and his lips pressed themselves on yours again.
“See you at dinner, daddy Jordan.” You whispered and he smiled again, pressing another soft kiss on your nose, while his hands were caressing your belly.
“See you at dinner, mother (Y/N) and little Parrish.” He walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. You knew that probably he wouldn’t manage to wait until lunch to call you. You knew that probably he would try to be home way sooner than dinner-time. You knew that one day you’d probably had to call him, to tell him that he had to rush home, that the baby wanted to meet it’s parents.