Month One: August 4

I set my black CIA-issued duffel bag down on the floor next to the door. I'd been gone for two weeks, and what I had not been expecting was to come home to a deserted house.

"Cammie?" I called curiously. No answer. This wasn't normal. She was usually at the door already, greeting me with a much-needed 'welcome home' kiss. "Babe?"

I threw off my heavy winter coat and proceeded into the living room. Empty.

"Cam…" I'll admit, there was some whining in my tone. I never liked leaving on missions, but at least I could always come home to my wife. So… where was she?

I trudged on into our bedroom, groaning. I'd been gone fourteen days. Fourteen. That was fourteen too many. I just wanted to relax, veg out on the coach, and hold my Cam.

No one was home. It was obvious. She would have attacked me with a hug by now.

I sighed and kicked off my shoes, falling face-first onto our bed. At least I was still home. Cam must have been held up at the office.

It wasn't five seconds before a body tackled me, wrapping two slender arms tightly around my neck. "You're getting sloppy." The assailant whispered softly against my ear.

I didn't have the energy to fight back, so I just smiled and let my muscles relax. I was finally home again. With my Cammie. Things were good.

She kissed my temple. "So how was Cairo?"

"Cairo stinks." My words were muffled by the blanket pressed against my face.

She laughed and fell to my side, keeping her arms tight around my neck. "Oh please, it can't be that bad. The last time I was there…" She took a second to revisit her memory and then nodded. "You're right. Cairo does stink."

I snorted, then stretched and pulled Cammie close. She conceded and burrowed her head in my chest. We shared some well-earned peaceful silence… for about 37 seconds.

"You've been gone a lot." She whispered. Her tone wasn't condemning. It was lonesome.

"Mmm, " I smoothed her hand with my hand. "So have you."

She waited a bit longer to respond, picking her words carefully. Eventually, she decided on the blunt and open approach. "I-I miss you." She lifted her chin so her eyes could find mine.

Her eyes were blue. Very blue. The color of the sky right before a sunset. I studied them, as I had so many times before. I loved how they never changed. They were solid. Firm. A rock for some lost, drifting soul to hold onto. They kept me grounded.

Cammie reached a hand out and rhythmically twirled her fingers through my hair, calmly waiting for my reply.

"I missed you too."

Cam slumped back down against my chest. She looked almost as exhausted as I felt. "Do you think we'll ever get a break from all this work?" She asked.

I sighed and kissed her forehead. "Honestly?"

She gave a slight nod.

"Probably not."

She blew out a breath, tightening her grip on me. "Zach?"

"Yeah babe?"

"I'm tired."

I almost laughed, but her voice was so dead-serious that I held it in. "Then get some rest Cam. We can take a nap right now. I'm all for it anyways. What, with the jet lag…"

"No Zach," She placed her hands firmly on my chest and pushed back, looking intensely at me. "I'm tired of spying."

I raised my eyebrows. This was all very new. As far as I knew (and I knew better than anyone) Cam loved her job. It was everything she'd ever dreamed of. "What are you saying? You want to quit?"

"No, no." She shook her head. "I don't want to quit. It's just- well…"

"Yeah?"

"Zach, this is important. Okay? I need you to really think about this." She looked at me expectantly.

"Uh, sure." I said hesitantly. She was starting to worry me.

"I'm serious."

I nodded, more decided this time. "Okay, just tell me what's going on."

"We've been married six years, Zach. Have you been thinking about a family?"

This, this was all very new. "A family?"

"Yes," She placed a hand on my cheek. "A baby. Our own family. A boy or a girl. Whatever it may be."

I gulped. "And you've thought all this through? You've considered the… position we're in?"

She knew what I meant. There was always a chance- a cursed possibility – that one of us wouldn't come home.

"Yes."

"And you're okay with that? You're sure this is what you want?"

She frowned. The edges of her eyes dipped slightly, revealing her disappointment. "You… you don't want to, do you?" She looked so broken-hearted. Her smile was gone. She was… empty.

I shook my head. I may have even laughed a little. Her frown deepened. "Cammie," I ran my fingers through the loose hair framing her face. "I want a family. I want a mini-Goode. Very badly actually. More than I should probably admit to. But I'm not pushing you through anything you don't want to do." I rested my thumb on her cheek, trying not to look too hopeful. I wouldn't push her. I had promised myself I wouldn't…

"Oh…" She threw her arms around my neck again with the sweetest sigh I'd heard in a long time. I could feel her nose pressing against my shoulder. My neck was getting moist.

"Cammie," I pulled her back and examined my crying wife. "Oh Cam, don't cry. Please don't cry." Gosh, what did I do? I thought I'd been patient enough. Was it still too soon? "C'mon, it's okay. It's alright. There's no pressure, okay? Forget it. It never happened."

She laughed, her smile wide. "Gosh I love you." Cam wiped at the tears on her cheeks.

I'd gotten a lot better at determining female emotions since I'd been with Cammie. From what I could tell, these were happy tears. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Oh, I can't believe this." She was grinning against my t-shirt now. "A family. Can you imagine?" She pulled back and sat on her knees, throwing her hands into the air. "A baby!"

"Wait, really?" I was sitting up with her. I'm sure I sounded like a kid on Christmas morning if the excitement shooting through my veins was any indication. "This- this is what you want?"

She bounced on the bed like a child. I hadn't seen her like this in ages. Then she was tackling me again, just as she had moments before. "Of course!" The reply was so enthusiastic. I couldn't help the goofy smile pulling on my lips.

A family. We might actually have our own little family. The Goode's. Yeah, I liked the sound of that.

I'm back... :D So this is my newest story. Nine months of Zach Goode dealing with a pregnant Cammie. Fun, huh? I'm going to enjoy this so much! After writing a dramatic story, fluffy Zammie is the perfect cure. The next chapters should be longer, and hopefully much more humorous. Please review! It makes my day. Thanks so much for reading. I'll be updating soon. God bless.

~SpaceNut

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