Heyy guyzzz…sooooo sorry for the wait, but exams are on a standstill for the moment so i'm gonna wrap up this story quickly. I've been getting mixed reviews on the whole Calleigh deciding to get an abortion thing and I hope that this chp explains how rash her decision was.

And thanks to JCapzona I have a new fav songg Tonight my Emy Reynolds I wrote this chp while listening to it u guys should listen to it (especially during this chp)…it's awesome!!! :)

I'm also debating on whether or not to put in a fifth chp…so I want you guys to review and tell me cuz I fully expected this to be the last chp but I also have ideas for the next chp.

Hope you guys like it!! :) Please review!!

Disclaimer: nope, sorry don't own it…yet (chuckles)

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To say that Eric sped through the streets of Miami was a serious understatement. He all but broke the traffic laws on his way to the clinic to save the woman he loved and his baby. His baby. He never thought he'd say those words, at least not anytime soon, especially not when the mother was Calleigh Duquesne.

If you had told him three years ago that he would be expecting with Calleigh Duquesne, his best friend and co-worker, he would laugh so hard until his sides hurt. He would call your bluff. Now, however, he couldn't stop thinking about it. It plagued his mind, even when he tried to rid those thoughts. No matter how hard he tried he could not get the constant images of their future child and how he/she would look out of his mind.

A smile came to his face upon every image that popped into his mind. Brown eyes and blonde hair, brown hair and green eyes, he really didn't care. He was having a baby with the woman of his dreams. The more he thought about it the more ecstatic he became, this was all he really ever wanted.

He pulled into the parking lot and clambered out, barely remembering to lock his car. He noticed Calleigh's car, parked across from his. As he walked past he saw a head of blonde hair in the car. His eyebrows furrowed together as he made his way over to the small car.

He bent down and peered into the driver's side window to see Calleigh sitting there, staring ahead, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. His heart broke at the sight. Dried tears were abundant on her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy from the incessant crying she had done since she got into her car. Her hands were atop the steering wheel despite the fact that the engine had been shut off for a while.

Eric raised his hand and rapped on the window twice. After a moment, Calleigh turned her head and saw Eric. The expression on her face was too difficult for him to read, so many emotions were running through her. She had no idea what she was doing anymore.

All of the control she had over her life was gone. Gone in a matter of minutes. The two minutes that determined her life had just relinquished all control she had. And she was terrified. She had no idea what to do anymore, and that killed her. She did not know what to do, for once in her life, Calleigh Duquesne did not have the answer. So she sat there, in her car, staring out into the world because that was all she could do. She could not get out of the car and step into that place. It's too difficult. She could not walk into that clinic and have an abortion. It's too hard. No matter how rational it sounded in her head just an hour ago, she could not will herself out of the car. She just couldn't.

Now she stared into his eyes. Those brown orbs of compassion and love. Those deep, brown eyes she always felt comforted by, always felt safe when she gazed into them. But, now, she had no idea how she felt.

Scared. Anxious. Nervous. Angry. Confused. Happy, maybe?

Her bottom lip quivered as she looked into his eyes, finding no judgment, but love, for her. That look that he only gave to her, that look she found comfort in so many times in the past. Now they showed her that she wasn't alone. They showed her that he was not going anywhere.

Calleigh lifted a shaking hand from the steering wheel and unlocked the door. She ducked her head in shame as he opened the door, hating how people looked at her when she was broken. How they looked at her with pity, how they looked down on her. He stooped down in front of her and took her hand in his. Caressing her knuckles with his thumb he cupped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

Tears poured onto her cheeks and a whimper escaped her lips as she looked at him. He did not show pity, but rather empathy. His eyes, also rimmed with tears, gazed into hers, almost searching for the answers he desired. He wiped the tears off her cheek with the pad of his thumb and smiled a little. Because he was glad to have found her. He was glad to be able to talk to her. He wanted her to know how he really felt. He wanted to show her that this was not a mistake, that they can, and will make it work.

He stood, took both her hands in his and helped her out of the car. He pulled her into his chest and held her close. He held her so tight that it almost hurt. However, as he pulled her into his chest she tensed immediately, almost fighting the love he wanted to give her. But he wouldn't allow that, never in a million years. So he held her even tighter, pulled her impossibly closer into his chest and buried his nose into her blonde hair, blowing in the wind. Her hands on his chest, he felt her pushing a little, wanting to get away, resisting.

Tears fell from his eyes as he whispered into her ear, "I'm not going anywhere."

His emotion was evident in his voice. He spoke from his heart, doing what he hoped would calm her down. What he hoped would get her to realize that she was worth the world to him, and he was not going to let her get away from him. He needed her.

So he held her tight, close to him until she gave in, until she gave herself to him, until she trusted him enough to have her completely. To have everything, all the good and the bad, because there was nothing else he would rather have. He wanted all of Calleigh Duquesne, and her stubborn attitude and pride was not going to get in the way of that, not on his watch.

He finally felt her let go, he felt her resistance cease. She leaned into him as sobs wracked through her body. She shook in his arms, whimpering and gasping, tears pouring down her face freely, soaking his shirt. She balled his shirt into her fists as she cried. He rested his head atop hers and squeezed her, telling her that it was okay to let go, that he would be here to help her pick up the pieces.

He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back soothingly, whispering sweet, comforting nothings to her. Telling her that everything's going to be fine, that they can do this, that she shouldn't be so scared, and that he loved her. Oh, how he loved her. He would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.

She half-smiled into his shirt as one last sob left her lips. She pulled her head away and looked up into his eyes once again. He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his masculine scent.

She then muttered something into his neck, something that made him realize that everything was exactly how he wanted it to be. Something that made his heart leap for joy, because it symbolized their lives together, it symbolized her trust in him, her love for him. They were in this together, no matter what, he would never leave her. Those four words that made tears of joy escape him.

"We're having a baby."