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"It's gonna be okay Cam," Zach took one hand off of the steering wheel to place over hers.
"You don't know that," Cammie sighed, "We have been back in DC for a month and haven't even told them. We literally dropped out of one of the biggest promotions of our careers and haven't even told your Dad, our handler."
Zach chucked, "Not too mention that Dad, Abby, Rachel, and Joe are expecting who? Macey or Bex?"
"Liz. They think that she going to be briefing them on a new technological innovation. Think they'll be shook to see us?"
"Don't even try to use teen slang were too old for that," He smirked, making Cammie laugh. He loved that laugh, it was genuine.
...
The house looked like it always did. Giant. Light tan brick. Dark brown encasing the dormer windows. After all it was three stories, 5 bedrooms, 4 baths.
Not counting what should have been a movie room. Instead replaced by sound and bulletproof doors, holding state of the art spying equipment. Safer than some CIA meeting rooms.
They walked up the fifteen stairs to the front door. It's red sheen reflecting from the sun giving them a pink hue.
Neither missed the new security cameras in the entrance or the box that was talking to them.
"Liz?" Joe's voice sounded on the intercom. Abby's laugh coming from the background followed by Edwards grumble.
"Yes sir," Cammie replied in her best southern accent. She sucked in a breath and Zach rubbed her back.
"Come on in," the door unlocked.
"Whew," She blew out. That was harder than facing dangerous criminals on balconies.
"Hey, Li-," Her mom stopped in her tracks at the kitchen.
She had been walking toward them.
Joe was sitting on a new bar stool at the island. The black countertop had been replaced with a softer beige granite.
Abby's jaw dropped from where she was dangling her legs, sitting on the counter top in the corner, her back against light cabinets. Edward, beside her, his hands braced against the counter.
"How?" Joe asked dropping the knife he had been using to cut a tomato.
Rachel proceeded to rush forward pulling Cammie into a hug. "I was dreading not having you here for Christmas this year."
Abby hopped off coming to briefly hug Zach before moving to Cammie.
...
Twenty minutes later with hot tea, they re-accounted the events of the past.
Zach and Cammie alternated talking about what had transpired. They put an emphasis on emotions from both of them, but kept things fairly simple.
They lost a baby. They moved to Switzerland. They lost communication. They broke up. Cammie was in a bad place. Zach got shot. Things are better now.
"And so,"Cammie trailed off.
Zach picked it up, "here we are."
Cammie initiated contact this time picking up his hand that was on the table.
"Together," they said simultaneously.
"I don't even know what to say," Edward said first.
"Wait one more thing," Cammie flung the rings right in front of Zach. They had neglected to announce they were now married.
Zach smirked, "Gallagher Girl, would you like to be my wife, again?"
She withdrew her hand, putting her finger on her chin, "Mmm, maybe. If you'll buy me candy." She held out her hand.
He laughed but placed the rings back on her finger.
"Now I don't even know what to say, when did this happen?" Rachel said.
"Before they broke up, so before April," Abby tried to answer.
"Not the last new year, but the one before that."
"We celebrated that together," Joe said factually.
"We did it about three hours after we got to Switzerland," Cammie offered, "but I haven't worn it since the hospital."
Abby's brows squinted, "Where's yours?" She asked to Zach.
"Do the honors?" He asked, handing it over to Cammie from his jacket.
...
"I want to travel," Zach said in bed later that night.
They were staying at their moms house. It was tight in Cammies' twin bed, but still better than that collapsible train bed over five years ago.
"We are 21 and already thinking about retirement?" She questioned.
"No... maybe." He replied, laying his head on her shoulder.
"I'd be in for part time or summers off. I want to paint more, worry about dying less," Cammie admitted.
"And I want a baby," She continued, "I'm still petrified, but I want one. Not now, maybe after we have been to a bar in every country. But I want kid while I'm still young and can keep up with them."
Zach nodded, "We could practice now," He joked.
"Is that all guys think about?"
"I was kidding, but I meant that I want one too."
"I wanna go skydiving, I've never been. And to New Zealand. I want to see the Taj Mahal," As a spy you do a lot of travel but real sightseeing is rare.
"We should take a break, from the agency."
"At least until they need us again."
...
8 months later:
After a mission in the south of France, a train had took them to Vienna. They would be spending a month there.
"This is beautiful," Cammie stood at the window looking out at the city before them. It was their last night.
"My shirt looks good on you to," He commented from the bed.
"Speaking of that, I have some news."
Zach got up slipping some pants on and followed his wife into the bathroom.
"What is this?" He asked already opening the small long rectangular box.
Cammie was frozen, hopefully this was the right way to do this.
"Your serious?" He gulped.
She panted a little, nodding, "I'm 15 weeks today, I'm past the scary part," She smiled brightly.
He caressed her face, lips colliding.
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I didn't get any reviews on the last chapter, which is usually when I would stop updating, but I really have a passion for this story.