Disclaimer: I do not own Lie to Me or any of the characters in this story.

I wrote this chapter one morning and revised it a little after I read 's fic 'Valentine's Day'. So, this one's for you, - thanks for having your Cal put a smile on my Gill's face, even when she probably doesn't deserve it!

The chapter serves absolutely no purpose other than to satisfy a need I had to write mindless, pointless fluff. It's all I'm going to write about Cal's birthday, the next chapter will reveal how Gill deals with Loker.

Upon arriving home, Gill produced a pile of things that Cal had no idea she'd been hiding. There was a little bed for Finn, a few toys, dog bowls, a collar, food... everything he'd need, really. After a brief discussion they agreed he could sleep in the laundry- neither of them wanted the puppy outside by himself at night, especially when he was still so small. Gill set up his new 'bedroom' while Cal watched before they moved into the kitchen for coffee. "Do you like him?" she asked. She was leaning against the counter while she waited for the kettle to boil and watching Finn chase a ball around the floor, his nails clicking on the hardwood floors as he walked quickly after it.

"He's brilliant, love," Cal grinned broadly, watching as Finn trapped the ball in a corner and picked it up. The lie detection expert walked across the kitchen and stood in front of his wife, one arm on either side of her as he rested his hands on the kitchen counter, effectively trapping her between his body and the furniture- not that Gill minded! "I love you," he said, his lips pressing against Gill's softly.

Gill reached behind her and put her own hands on the counter, using them to boost herself up so she was sitting on it with Cal between her legs. She wrapped said legs loosely around Cal's waist, drawing him in closer as she leant forward and returned his kiss. "I love you, too," she smiled, reaching up to run her fingers through her husband's hair, tousling it lightly. Cal stroked his wife's lower back while she continued to play with his hair, both of them gazing into each other's eyes and stealing a tiny kiss every once in a while.

"Kettle's ready," Gill eventually murmured, earning a shrug from Cal.

"It's just hot water, it can wait," he told her, his lips connecting with hers again. His tongue came next, parting them gently as one arm wrapped around Gill's body and the other hand rested lightly on the side of her neck.

Gill brought one hand up to rest on the back of Cal's head while he French kissed her slowly and deeply, her other hand finding its way to rest on his chest. They stood there kissing like that for a long while, tongues sliding against each other slowly as they explored each other's mouths. Eventually the kiss ended when Finn, who Cal had been ignoring while he sniffed around his legs, barked once. Cal eased out of the kiss reluctantly, resting his forehead against Gill's and gazing into her eyes wordlessly for a few moments before he pulled away and looked down at the dog, discovering Finn's ball had somehow ended up between his feet and the bottom of the kitchen counter, and the dog was complaining because he couldn't get it out. He smiled and gently shifted it away with his foot before backing away from Gill and carefully helping her down from her perch on the counter. When she turned her back to tend to the kettle Cal wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her back to his chest while she made their drinks.

"That was really nice," Gill told Cal, her voice and posture both extremely relaxed. Cal hummed his agreement and kissed Gill's shoulder, then kissed the side of her mouth when she turned her head to get closer to him. Much to Gill's disappointment, her husband let go then.

A second later he was beside the brunette, pressing a proper kiss to her lips before smiling warmly and picking up both of their coffees to carry to the table. He remembered what Gill had said about Alec's kissing, and he was sensitive to that now. He wasn't going to let it go with just a kiss to the side of the mouth.

When Gill realised Cal was making an effort to ensure she received a proper kiss on the lips that only made her love him more- he could be so thoughtful sometimes. She sat down at the table with her husband and put her bare feet up on his lap while she drank her coffee, both of them content with the comfortable silence between them. Cal's free hand rested lightly on one of Gill's ankles while they drank, and Gill knew it had been worth the wait to find a man as amazing as her husband. She had absolutely no doubt that he was the man she was meant to spend the rest of her life with, and her relationship with Alec had only made her appreciate him more.

Cal gazed adoringly at his wife, taking in her relaxed posture and facial expression. He couldn't believe she was really his after all these years. The funny thing was, he was sure after he and Zoe got divorced that he would never let himself read his partner's face again. Gill had encouraged it, though, insisting she wanted to be completely open about her feelings and not hide anything from him, her distaste for secrecy an unfortunate legacy with which Alec had left her. 99% of the time, Cal noticed that Gill seemed to revel in the way he watched her closely. He didn't do it constantly, but he checked in periodically to see how she was feeling without needing words. The thing that astounded him more than anything else was that, unlike Zoe, Gill had never shown a single second of doubt. He'd been terrified he was going to see it at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest and his stomach twisting in knots that made him glad he'd skipped breakfast, but as Gill walked towards him and took his breath away with how beautiful she looked her eyes never left his, and he never saw anything but love and acceptance.

"What are you thinking about?" Gill asked with a lazy grin, cocking her head to the side while she studied her husband's facial expression.

Cal snapped out of his daydream, looking at Gill and scowling. "Nothing," he told her.

"You were getting all mushy in your head," she accused him gently, her smile growing. "I know that look on you."

"Men don't get mushy," Cal defended himself, earning a yelp then a little laugh from Gill as he tickled the bottom of her feet and she pulled them away.

Gill stood up and leant over, pressing her lips to Cal's yet again. "When are you going to realise you can't hide your feelings from me?" she asked with a smile. "It's okay to be sensitive and vulnerable around me, Cal." She kissed him softly again, then picked up their empty mugs. "I love that side of you. I'm your wife. I want for you to adore me. I live for seeing that look on your face," she told him, kissing his forehead this time before walking over to put the mugs in the dishwasher.

"No, Finn!" Cal chastised gently, getting up and gently pulling the puppy away when he tried to climb into the open dishwasher. "You don't want to go in there, mate," he told the dog, squatting down next to him and pulling him away from the machine. "Gill?" he eventually said.

"Yes, honey?" she replied, turning to give him her full attention.

Cal shifted a little uncomfortably and Gill remained quiet and patient. He was obviously feeling a little awkward about whatever he had to say. "I may have been thinking about how you looked on our wedding day."

Gill smiled. "Oh, you mean that night when I wore the matching bra and panties with the..." she moved her hands as she spoke indicating where her bra straps would be.

"No, not our wedding night," he corrected her, although that had been fun. "Our wedding day. When you walked down the aisle." His cheeks were a little flush with embarrassment now, and Gill couldn't help but think how cute it was. She'd known exactly what he'd been talking about before he said it- she'd seen love on his face, not arousal. She just enjoyed hearing him talk about it- it made her whole body tingle. What woman didn't want to be loved and adored by the man of her dreams? Especially when that man was her husband!

"That day I said the smartest thing I've ever said in my life," she told Cal. He looked at her face. Gill wasn't lying, she honestly believed her claim.

"What was that, love?" he asked curiously. Gill was an exceptionally intelligent woman, it was hard to imagine what the smartest thing she'd ever said was.

His wife's smile grew. "I stood in front of you, and all of our friends and family, and said two words.... 'I do'."