A/N: Okay, I promise that I have not forgotten about the 'Guides' – but I have recently been reading this book called 'Nineteen Minutes' by Jodi Picoult and I was so inspired by the little analogies at the beginning of every chapter that I've decided to write my own story like it. It will be nowhere as good as the book itself, as nobody could rival the brilliance of that story in a mere parody, but I'll sure try my best. If nothing else, I implore you to pick that book up – buy it, rent it, borrow it, something! Just read the damn thing! – it is a true tearjerker, and I really did love it. Believe me, it's not often that I give a book such high praise, so I do truly think it'd be worth the time and effort to read.

Disclaimer: CSI Miami belongs to whoever owns it...Nineteen Minutes belongs to Jodi Picoult...This story...Belongs to me...

Chapter One: Prologue.

Eric POV - Second Person.

You look into his eyes…they're a shining emerald green. He got those from his mother, you realise. You've realised that so many times in the last 5 minutes and every time it's like a Tsunami of awe crashing over you.

Calleigh's asleep in the bed next to you, poor thing looks exhausted, you note lovingly and you put your (now sleeping) son in the crib next to her and reach over to gently caress her cheek with your knuckles. She murmurs something about a 'Big Mac' and you bite back a chuckle; McDonalds had been her No. 1 craving throughout the entire pregnancy, and you'd be surprised if every employee who works the night-shift there didn't know your name, so often had you been there at 4 AM because she was 'desperate' for some fries and a soda.

Your attention drifts back to the baby lying in the small bed, and you can't help but walk back over to him, feeling the smooth, feathery hair on the top of his head. You still don't have a name for him, but that's okay – these things take time…. Much like the birth, you recall with a shudder.

It's been absolute agony for you, not that you'd have admitted that in front of her…you do want to be able to have another child with her someday after all..

She'd been in labour for 6 days when the doctor suggested a C-Section,

"No Way!" Calleigh practically screamed at him "I've been here for 6 days in FUCKING AGONY, begging for a C-Section, I'm not going to tolerate having gone through so much pain if I cannot bring my baby into this worked the natural way. GOT IT!"

You had to hand it to the doctor, he'd put up a decent fight, and Calleigh had just been about to give in when she started screaming because 'She needed to PUSH'. In the end, Calleigh had gotten the natural birth she wanted, and the baby was no worse-for-wear.

A small stir in the hospital bed beside him had snapped you out of your reverie and you move to accommodate the warm feeling of Calleigh's light head on your lap.

"Hey gorgeous." You whisper, gently brushing the hair from her face.

Calleigh chuckles a little, "I don't feel very gorgeous at the moment" pausing for a moment she looks into your defiant eyes and places a finger over your plump lips before continuing, "how's he doing?"

"You mean Tigger?" you say. You don't yet have a real name for the small baby, but he already has a variety of nicknames; Tigger (because of the small teddy-bear that was in the crib next to him), Bullet-Baby (what! He's related to Calleigh…you'd long since reasoned to yourself) and so on..

"Tigger?" Calleigh asks….she's not accustomed to his nicknames yet

You chuckle again…"I meant our little one." you clarify. "And he's doing just fine, he's asleep at the moment."

Calleigh smiled, "Can I hold him?" she asked faintly, your face deadpans.

"Calleigh, He's our child…you can hold him whenever you want, never feel like you have to ask permission, it's a mother's prerogative to hold her babies."

"Noted." She said, winking at him and propping herself up, you make sure she's comfortable and fluff up her pillows before reaching down to pick up the snoozing baby, rocking him gently to your toned chest before passing him over to Calleigh, who immediately nestled him in close and whispered 'hello' to him. Seeing the two together practically melts your heart and you take out your phone to capture the moment forever...you'll always remember it in your heart, but you want some physical momentum to show off to all the guys at the lab, a sort of 'look at me, I have a stunning wife, and an adorable baby – you jealous?…you should be!'

Calleigh turns her head to look at you when she hears the click of the camera and smiles after she realises what you've taken a photo of. "like what you see Delko?" she asks with a coy smile on her face, you marvel at that – it's been what? 3 hours since she finally gave birth and she's already back on form, smiling, witty, so breathtakingly beautiful…

"You could say that.." you murmur back, before stealing her lips for a split second in the sweetest kiss imaginable. The baby in her arms fusses gently and you allow your eyes to look into his perfect face again.

"He's just so darn cute!" Calleigh says, letting her southern accent thicken a little, you like it when she does that – it makes her seem a little more..motherly?

"That he is, he's going to grow up to be a heartbreaker, I can tell" you declare somewhat proudly.

"Well, then I feel sorry for the poor girls he has his eyes set on." Calleigh chuckles, "No, seriously, he's not allowed to date until he's at least 70." She says, but one look into her eyes and you can tell that she's only joking.

"Hey Eric?" she asks again, and you tear your eyes away from your son to look her in the eyes and nearly die at the sight, she's crying a little and her eyes are shining with something other than the tears.

"Babe, what's wrong? Does it hurt? Where does it hurt? I can get somebody, Nurse, NURSE!" you panic before she rests a hand on your arm and chuckles before saying,

"Eric, I'm fine, nothing hurts, really – these are happy tears!" she smiles and laughs silently at your exhale of relief.

"Oh, good! What's up then?" you ask before taking a more comfortable position with her head on your chest and the baby resting between the two of you, when did hospital beds get this big…

"I was going to ask if you had a name for him yet?" She murmured into her chest, burying her chin into that little nook between your collarbone and your chest.

"No, not yet…" You reply and she lifts her head up and raises an eyebrow.

"Well, we're not calling him 'Tigger' forever…"

~One Second~

In one second you can fall in love, you can make a decision.. or two, you can slam the car door, and you can say yes to a proposal. In one second you can change the world, you can gain somebody's trust, make an alliance, and gain a confidante…

In one second…you can stop a heart.