Shelly wants to have Jack Reacher's babies. Well, it's not that she actually wants to have them; it's more the initial process that she's interested in.
She tried writing herself into Reacher's life, but all the agents rejected her ideas (she swears Dan Lazar almost accepted). She realizes she probably shouldn't have head-butted that librarian. Still, court-mandated therapy seems harsh. Well, it's not all bad, she thinks, as she stares at the moonbeam-colored walls of Dr. Griffin's snazzy office, rambling about sending Jack Jr. to summer survival camp to learn how to hang from the skids of an airborne helicopter.
talk about fan fic...yikes!