The soft, warm and bright rays of the sun peak in between the curtains, perfectly illuminating the room. The one of the rays gently caress Camille's sleeping figure, successfully awakening her. Her eyelids flutter open, revealing her beautiful brown orbs. She glanced around the room for a few moments, taking in as much as she could of the serene morning; the white curtains swaying with the light morning breeze, the ornaments inside the room basking in the sun's glow, and her husband still in deep sleep.

She let her sight linger on the familiar sleeping figure, grinning as she listened to his soft snores. She squirmed her way back into his arms and rested her head against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat relax her. She carefully entangled her limbs against his and wrapped her arms around his torso, keeping as much skin contact between them as possible. She snuggled against Moose, feeling his body heat envelop her, only to have it lull her back to dreamland.

She wakes up again a few minutes later, only to find Moose still sleeping. Having no interest to sleep in a bit more, she sits up and does some stretches. Her eyes fall onto her husband's sleeping form again.

I guess he is as irresistible as he claims to be, she thought, noticing how many time she has been looking at him that morning. A smile crept its way onto her face as she leaned against the bed's headboard, in awe of how the sunlight accentuates Moose's features.

She subconsciously starts caressing the side of his face, careful not to wake him. She then starts tracing the outline of his features, grazing her fingertip on his perfectly tanned skin. The tip of her pointy finger ran across his hairline, his forehead, his cheekbones, and the bridge of his nose. Camille bit her lips as she stared intently on his. She dragged her finger down the tip of his nose, and his fulcrum, only to have a hand grab her wrist before her finger reaches his lips.

"Am I that handsome, Mrs. Alexander?" Moose teasingly asked.

"Maybe…" she answered, drawing a chuckle out of both of them. Had she been caught doing that during the early stages of their relationship, she wouldn't have stood her ground like that. In fact, she would've withdrawn her hand and blushed like crazy, but things were a lot different now. That man is hers now as she is his; what is there to be ashamed of?

Once the chuckles fade, they find themselves looking deep in other's eyes. At that moment, they both smile because they know what's coming next. He makes it happen; he leans in and envelops her lips in his. Their lips continue to move in sync for a few moments before Camille pulls away and starts stroking Moose's curly locks.

"You okay now, babe?" he asked, concerned about the state of Camille health. She had been feeling sick these past few days. She had gone to the doctor with Andy yesterday, only to come home, saying:"There's nothing to worry about." Though he trusts that his wife knows what's best for herself, he can't help but feel worried for her.

Camille just smiled at him and nodded before sweeping the stray hair off his forehead.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah. "

Moose pulled her in closer and squeezed her tightly for a good number of seconds before speaking.

"I'm just worried about you, you know?" he admitted against her ear.

Camille pulled away slightly, so that she could look up to her husband's face. "You shouldn't be. I'm perfectly fine. I promise," she reassured him.

Moose just nodded and pulled her back in, letting her take in his body heat. Camille pulled away again, not so gently this time.

"I am kind of hungry, though. Would you be kind enough to make breakfast for us, please?" she asked.

Moose looked down at her, with a smirk plastered on his face. "Not after you give me another kiss."

Camille, of course, complied and gave him a peck on the lips.

"I don't think that's enough," Moose said, pulling her in closer and inching his face closer to hers. Camille sets a hand in between their lips, blocking off Moose's smooch.

"You'll get more if the food you'll be making tastes good," she challenged.

Moose gets up with a fake groan and dragged himself out of the room, hearing Camille chuckling behind him.

He gets to the kitchen and immediately head for the fridge out of natural instinct. He takes out some eggs, a few veggies, and some left over rice. He starts beating the eggs in a bowl, humming and dancing to "I Won't Dance" by Frank Sinatra. After which, he sets the bowl down on the counter and starts cutting up the veggies. Once everything is prepared, he starts cooking the ingridients in a hot pan, throwing in one after the other, just as Camille had thought him. He had been stirring, cooking and dancing for minutes when he feels arms wrap around his waist.

He whips around to see his wife grinning back at him. "Baby, can you set the table, please? I'm almost done with this," he told her.

She had this mischievous smile on her face when she said: "Not after you give me another kiss," repeating his previous statement.

It was his turn to chuckle at her cuteness before leaning down and giving her a tender kiss. She unwraps her arms from his waist and complies with his request.

Soon enough, they are happily munching down their food and talking about everything they could possibly think of, as usual. Camille volunteers to wash the dishes, while Moose wipes them clean and puts them back inside the cupboard.

"You do know that its Father's Day today, right?" Camille casually brings up as Moose puts the last dish back to the cupboard.

"Yeah. It's all over the news and store advertisements, you know?" Moose said as- a-matter-of-factly.

"Any plans?" she asked, leaning against the counter.

Of course, Moose had to be to one to make plans for this day; Camille's day being in jail and all.

"We could just greet him through Skype, as usual, or we could fly back to Baltimore for a few days if you want," he suggested.

Moose watched as Camille walked right up to him with a huge grin on her face.

"What?" he asked, confused of how she's acting.

"Well, there's someone I'd like to greet first," she trailed off.

"Cam, what are you-"

He is cut-off by Camille whipping a piece of paper out of the back pocket of her shorts. She tips the edge of the paper towards him and gestures for his to take it. He does reach out and grab it, only to be left astonished of what it contained…

"Cam, is this- I mean, are you-"

Camille's smile grows into a grin as she wraps her arms around Moose's neck and whispered in his ear:

"Happy Father's Day, Baby…"

Moose dropped the sonogram and hugged Camille tightly. They pull away moments later and share a long and passionate kiss.

"I love you, Moose…" Camillle said.

"I love you too, both of you…"Moose said, carefully rubbing Camille's stomach.

Author's Note:

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