Eric Delko carried his new wife wedding-style through the open back door of the house they had rented for their honeymoon in the Turks and Caicos. He felt like the luckiest man alive right now; he was in paradise with the most beautiful woman he had ever known in his arms, the sunset creating the perfect backdrop as the end to a perfect first day on the island.

Calleigh wrapped her arms around his neck and flung back her head as she laughed. She hadn't felt like this in a long time; wonderful, joyful, excited, any other synonym for 'amazing'. The water dripping from her husband's hair, which was longer now, tickled as it ran down her bare stomach. He put her on her feet, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck, swaying them back and forth and just looking into her eyes. They were the exact same color as the water had been a couple of hours ago, a kaleidoscope of blues and greens. Calleigh grinned at him and stood on her tip toes, starting to kiss him. Eric closed his eyes expectantly, surprised when he felt only water on his lips.

Calleigh giggled and batted her eyelashes at him. "I need to take a shower, you know, to get all of this salt water off of me."

Eric toyed with the strings of her bikini bottoms. "Don't be too long," he whispered in her ear.

Calleigh shuddered the smallest bit. "Why don't you join me?" she said alluringly.

Eric pulled her closer. "As hard as that is to resist, I don't think I can hold back for that long," he spoke softly yet huskily. "I've already resisted you all day, and that bikini is very tempting…"

Calleigh shut him up effectively by bringing his lips to hers, feeling him respond immediately. Eric considered shoving her against the nearest wall as he had moments ago, but he wanted his first time as Calleigh's husband to be special. And, for some reason, a cold hard wall, whether it be the shower wall or the bedroom, sounded like the farthest thing from special and romantic. Scooping her in his arms once again, Eric carried her to the large master suite down the hall.

Despite how much of a cliché it seemed like, Calleigh could never get over the fact at how good a kisser Eric was. But she had never been kissed the way Eric kissed her. He caressed her lips softly with his, using his tongue in a pleasurable way rather than a forced one. He also had the softest lips she had ever known for a man, and they felt like magic moving against her own lips.

Suddenly she felt her back against something soft, noticing it for merely the moment. She worked her own tongue into the warm cavern of his mouth, and began to explore it for the countless time. He tasted of the berry margarita he had had earlier and something that she had always only described as Eric. Calleigh felt his strong arms wrap around her waist and the next thing she knew she was on her back. She noticed that he was careful to keep all of his weight from resting on her, something she greatly appreciated as she was almost at a loss for air. When oxygen became a need too great for both of them, Eric broke the kiss first. Breathing heavily, they gave their lungs just enough of what they needed, and then continued without hesitation.

Calleigh moved her lips from his to his pulse point, where she ran her tongue teasingly over his freshly-shaved skin up to his earlobe. Latching it in her mouth and sucking softly, she heard a moan from Eric and bit gently on the tender skin. She felt his fingers comb through her half-wet hair and she teased him a bit longer before she moved to his lips once more.

Eric had felt like he had melted a bit on the inside as Calleigh had teased him. He moved his hips directly onto hers; grinding his erection to her heat, it was Calleigh's turn to moan his name. The sound was like music to Eric's ears. Her hands were all over his body; they went from twisting in his hair to wrapped around his neck, caressing his abdomen, back up to his shoulders, and finally resting again on his neck.

They took their time in tantalizing the other's senses as the air grew hotter, filled to the brim with love and lust. As they made love that night, they took their sweet time, knowing they could take as long as they pleased. When it was over, asleep in each other's arms, it was a night of perfect, deep sleep, both of them dreaming of nothing but the other.

***

It was a normal early August evening in Miami; unbearably humid after the daily rain shower, mostly sunny, and still full of life.

About six weeks had passed since Eric and Calleigh's honeymoon, and it had been their happiest together. Eric had sold his treasured little house near the end of their 'dating relationship' and opted to move in with Calleigh, whose home was a few hundred square feet bigger than his. With three bedrooms and two-and-a-half baths, the size was perfect for newlyweds who entertained.

Eric, Ryan, Aaron, Joseph and Eric's friend Brandon sat in their separate spots in Calleigh and Eric's living room, completely immersed in the pre-season football game (Green Bay and Cincinnati) going on, which was displayed on Eric's 50 inch flat screen. Eric, along with Aaron and Brandon, had bets on Green Bay. Ryan, however, was adamant that there was no way that Rogers could replace Favre.

"Yeah, Favre was good," Aaron began, "but Rogers is too focused on proving himself to the world that he can be better. He'll totally lead them to the Super Bowl."

"I se-con' hat," Eric yelled over the TV announcer through a mouthful of Doritos and Coke. As he chewed, he leaned back on the black leather couch, putting his hands behind his head and reclining his feet on the glass coffee table.

A few moments later Calleigh emerged from the master bedroom followed silently by Natalia. They shared a look with each other, both of their expressions easily read as 'men'. Calleigh strode behind Eric's reclining figure and pinched his bicep, hard. Eric jerked violently and started coughing, turning slightly red. Calleigh wasn't sure if that was because of his coughing fit or if it was because he was embarrassed. She concluded that it was both.

"No feet on the coffee table, boys," she said sweetly. She heaved her purse over her shoulder.

Eric, now over his choking, had his eyes focused solely on the game once more. "Yeah, yeah…where, uh, where you going?"

Calleigh rolled her eyes. "I told you, Eric, I'm going out with Natalia and Tara tonight. I should be back by ten."

"GO, GO, GO!" was the response she got. All five men were suddenly standing, inching closer to the TV.

Unlike Natalia's widened eyes, not believing Eric's unexpected rudeness and uncaring tone, Calleigh grinned slightly. She was used to a house full of football crazy, TV-screaming men; unlike Natalia, who had grown up with merely her sisters and mother, she, Calleigh, had brothers, her father, and most of the time two or three other friends of theirs. She shook her head and took Natalia's elbow. The last thing they heard was, "Oh my GOD, Ryan did you see that pass by Rogers?"

"The pass?" Brandon contradicted. "Did you see that fricking catch? He was hit so hard it knocked his helmet off, and keeps running to SCORE!"

He got on one knee in front of Ryan and threw his arms in the air in a 'touchdown' signal. Natalia and Calleigh giggled as they shut the door behind them.

***

Just as she promised, Calleigh returned home a little after ten. The game was over, and the guys were just starting to head out.

Ryan gave her a one-armed hug, promising to see her at work the next day, Aaron and Joseph waved on their way out the door, and Brandon hastily bent to kiss her cheek. Eric threw a well aimed non-opened can of Pringles, which hit him squarely in the head. Brandon laughed it off, promising to get Eric back. Calleigh shut the door behind him with a happy smile on her face.

"So," she said, turning her attention to Eric. "Who won the game?"

Eric rolled his eyes and sighed. "Somehow, Cincinnati."

Instinctively, Calleigh began to bustle around the living room, picking up wadded bits of trash that had no doubt been used as dodge balls earlier, and food crumbs. Eric, who wasn't as much as a neat freak as her, still couldn't leave the house in a mess; he had grown up with four women in the house. Something female-like was bound to reflect onto him.

"How was the night out?" he asked, throwing away the last bit of trash, pulling her by the waist to the large black leather recliner.

"It was good. It's been a long time since it was just us girls. No interfering men with their stupid comments and questions," she said jokingly, punching him on the arm. Eric pretended to be offended.

"I don't say stupid stuff," he retorted half-heartedly, playing with her long hair. Calleigh sat between his legs and was leaning back into his chest.

"You're right…most of the time you don't."

There was a short silence.

"I got you something," Calleigh said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eric raised his eyebrow. "You got me something?"

Calleigh got off of his lap and picked up her purse sitting on the bar in the kitchen. Her back was turned, so he couldn't see what she had.

When she faced him once more, a small box wrapped in blue wrapping paper with a little gold bow on top was in her hands. She clutched it so hard that her knuckles started to turn white.

"I got your birthday present," she said, handing him the box, grinning at her own little joke.

Eric took it cautiously. "Cal, my birthday's not for another month."

"It's and early present. I saw it and I had to get it for you."

Eric looked warily at her one last time before he started to peel the wrapping off slowly, not sure what to expect. Once the paper was off, he discovered a slim white box, and his first of several thoughts was jewelry, then a pen, and then, as stupid as it sounds, a bottle opener.

But never what he found.

A small white stick, a digital plus sign in the little screen.

He was literally speechless. "You're…you're…pregnant?" he managed, not believing his eyes. He was waiting for the alarm clock to go off and for Calleigh's annoyed groan directed at him for not shutting it up. It never came.

Calleigh nodded. For the first time in a long time, she felt tears come to her eyes, and she wasn't sure if they were out of fright or happiness. "Yes," she confirmed, not only to him but to herself. These were tears of joy. She and Eric always discussed having children; why would he take it inadequately?

"You're…pregnant?" Eric repeated, not sounding so incredulous any more. In fact he was starting to sound excited. "You're pregnant, Cal!"

He stood hastily, stumbling his way towards his wife, not wanting to be another second when she wasn't in his arms.

Correction, he thought to himself with a rush of delight. When both of them weren't in his arms.

A/N: This is my second E/C baby story that I've posted so far (Calleigh's Surprise), but I think I like this one better, so I'll update it soon. I also want to acknowledge the fact that I had a whole sex scene that took me FOREVER to write, but it wouldn't post because it's rated M, so I had to cut it down to be rated T . By the way, there's a new San Francisco chappie posted. R&R!