This one will be shorter, I promise. XD Sorry, no raunchy scene for this onejust way till the Honeymoon. ;)

When she gets really drunk, she acts like a three year old.

"I sw-swear, Auggie." She slurred. "I'm not that - hic - drunk."

"I beg to differ." I laughed, a little tipsy myself. It was nearing the end of our public wedding night, and Annie had long before slipped her shoes off. Leaning against me, she rested her head against my chest before lifting her feet and placing them on a nearby chair. The kids had gone to bed a while ago, and only the adult family was left in the ballroom. Many of us were drunk, but after everything, I believed we had a right to be.

I just hadn't dealt with a completely drunk Annie before.

"Ooh!" She said suddenly, sitting up. "Auggie! We sho-should go dance on the streets!"

"On the streets?"

"Yeah!" She giggled. "And then…and then we can go home…and have a real party."

Her voice got low and it shot straight to my groin. But, in order to keep both of our dignities, I held her back.

"Auggie…"

"Just for now darling. I promise that later…we will have our fun."

She giggled as I nuzzled her neck, almost falling out of the chair when my balance got unsteady.

"You need to be more careful, mister."

"Yes, my lady." I chuckled, a bit surprised at how slurred my speech was. Maybe it was a good thing I couldn't drive anymore.

"Alright, are we ready to call it a night you two?" Danielle's motherly voice reached my ears as Annie and I laid sprawled on the chairs.

"Well, for now," Annie whispered to her sister.

"Annie." I breathed, faking shock.

"Oh goodness…no procreating on your wedding night, you two," Danielle laughed.

Annie hiccuped once. "What's…procreating?"

"You know." Danielle shot back. "No baby making."

"Aww, a baby! Auggie, wouldn't a baby be fun!"

"Annie!" Danielle gasped. "What a three year old you are."

"She's kidding, she's kidding," I laughed. Danielle laughed with us and helped usher us to the taxi that would take us back to my apartment. The night was not over yet, but it was a crazy cab ride with Annie. I had to hold down her hands just to make sure she didn't lift her dress in the back of the cab. I paid the cabbie, probably more than what the fare was but he didn't seem to mind, as he pulled up to the building. Annie practically pulled me up the stairs and slammed the door behind us.

"Now…the real night can begin." She whispered. Her hands splayed across my chest and finally allowed myself to submit to my more…primal urges, taking her in my arms and unzipping the back of her dress. Events were going smoothly, as they usually did, but there was one thought I couldn't seem to get out of my head as we kissed.

"Annie…"

"Hmm?" She hummed, but her lips never left mine. Her dress fell to the ground as I stepped out of my trousers, pushing her up the stairs.

"Annie, I have to ask you something."

"Can - hic- can it wait?"

"Not really…"

"Okay, what is it?" She murmured by my ear, wrapping her slim arms around my neck.

After a pregnant pause, I asked, "You were kidding, right?"

"About?"

About…about a baby."

"Oh, that?" She stopped for a second, my words seemingly breaking through her drunken haze.

"I was just gushing…"

"Do you want a baby?"

Her hands played with my collar. "Is this really a conversation you want to have when we're both drunk?"

It may have been her most concrete sentence of the night, yet it held so much meaning.

"Yeah, I mean, maybe we should wait…till tomorrow," I agreed.

"Till tomorrow. Then I promise…we'll talk." She whispered against my chest.

"Tomorrow."

And with that, began one of the most mind blowing nights of my existence.

The next morning, I woke with maybe the worst headache I had ever felt.

"Hangover remedy to your right, on the nightstand," Annie's soft voice reached my ears.

"Thank God," I reached forward quickly, finding the cool glass and downing the liquid, not caring about the taste. Surprisingly, I instantly began to feel a bit better.

"Do you remember last night?" She asked.

"Of course," I smiled. "You do, right?"

"How could I forget that?" She sighed, laying her head on my chest. We laughed together, kissing each other lazily. I fiddled with her wedding ring, not believing what had happened the day before.

"We're actually married."

"That we are. Don't worry, you didn't dream that."

"Good. Because that would have been one hell of a dream and I may have needed to get some help."

Laughing, Annie's lips found mine. After a lengthly morning make out session, Annie's soft vice reached my ears again.

"You wanted to talk?"

I froze. "Oh, about that, Annie we don't have to -

"Do you?"

"Do I what?" I whispered.

"Do you want a baby?"

I propped myself up on my elbow, towering over her small form that was cushioned in the sheets. My mind flashed back to my epiphany that I had the night before and my breath hitched now as I second guessed myself. Could I even do it?

"That's kind of a loaded question."

"It is?"

"Yeah. I mean…there are a lot of things that go into having a baby."

"I know. The cost, the time…"

"Well, there's other things, too." I whispered.

"Like?"

I gazed at her, surprised she hadn't caught on yet.

"Annie…do you really think any doctor is going to advise having a baby with a blind man?"

She didn't answer right away. I thought she was just thinking over her statement, but suddenly she let out a little sob and her arms flew around my chest.

"Oh, Auggie…don't ever think that."

"…what?"

"I have seen you do so many things, Auggie. So many incredible things and you were blind doing them. You have given your entire life to the CIA, to me…to us. I'm sure that if we have a baby, it will be loved and taken care of by you, just like any other dad. Your physical attributes don't prove whether or not you're going to make a good father."

"There would be so many changes," I sighed, not completely believing her yet no matter how much I wanted to. "Baby proofing the entire apartment if we don't move in somewhere else, the toys on the ground that I'd have to get used to, a new traffic pattern…Annie, how can I possibly put all that pressure on a baby?"

"You got used to having me around, didn't you? A baby wouldn't be any different…"

"I wouldn't be able to give them some things that they should have Annie. I can't…take them out to play catch. I would't be able to watch their games or their recitals. I would never be able to give them all that they deserve."

"Yes you would." Annie's voice was steel with conviction. "Auggie Anderson, don't you ever say that. You would be a wonderful father to any child we have and you want to know why? You would work double time. You would give them everything you could and that's all they would ever want. We'd work though all the picky detail stuff. You could do things with them that I wouldn't be able to. I can't teach them how to hack a computer game, for instance. But…"

Her voice went quiet. "The real question is…do you want a baby?"

I paused before answering. Did I? Before my accident, I had dreamed of the full package. A wife and a baby that I could swaddle and hold. But after Iraq…I felt like my entire dream was ripped away from me. But now…

Now I had Annie. I had a beautiful wife who loved me for me. If I was honest with myself, I still had the dream. I just found it unrealistic. But the truth stood…I wanted it.

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes, I do. I want a baby. Am I going to have to make some changes pretty quick? Yes. And…we may have to get somewhere bigger," I made a mental sweep of my apartment, holding back the sentimental feeling I got at the thought of leaving it. "But I want a baby with you, Annie."

"And I want a baby with you."

I stared at her, the only thing in my vision a black hole. "Really?"

"I've been thinking about it. When I joined the CIA, I thought my personal life was over. I thought I was giving up on love and a family. But then…then I fell in love with you and now we're married and…"

She trailed. "Everything I thought I didn't want over the years came back full force. After all the pain…I want life. I want love…I want it all. I want you…and a baby."

Smiling at her, I kissed her lips gently.

"Then…should we start planning?"

Annie took a deep breath, stroking my cheek. "Yes."

"Alright, Mrs. Anderson. What's the first step?" I asked, kissing her palm.

"Well…after all the wedding stuff calms down and if we don't have any pressing missions…I'll call my doctor and see what should happen. I mean, they'll probably want to test us both for fertility since we've both been through trauma."

"Yeah." Wrapping my arms around her waist, I breathed against her neck.

"They'll probably want all the files on my condition…"

"And mine."

"Yeah. And we'll have to figure out something with Langley. I'm sure Joan would help us with that and it's not like they're going to let us go after everything…"

"Yeah."

We laid side by side, just stroking the other's face as we thought about the life changing decision we just made.

"By the way," Annie asked. "How drunk was I last night?"

Laughing, I gripped her tighter. "Crazy drunk. You were acting like a three year old. You wanted to dance in the streets."

"…that offer still stands."

I chuckled, kissing her softly.

"My mom's going to be ecstatic that she gets to be a grandmother again."

"Danielle is going to flip when she finds out she's going to be an aunt. You know…when I actually get pregnant."

"Soon, Annie. Soon."

"Soon."

And we stayed like that all day, nose to nose, talking and wondering about our future. I placed a hand on her bare stomach and stroked it with my thumb.

"Excited, Mr. Anderson?" She sighed.

"Baby fever, I can't help it."

We laughed together and I couldn't help but close my eyes and picture a little boy or girl, smiling up at us.

It was baby fever indeed.

WHOO! Some of the beasts are done! Now, on to other prompts and other stories! I do hope you all can help me with my decision about the next story. I've had plenty of my friends take the same survey and they've ended up getting it all tied. *imagine me banging my head against a wall* Thank you all so much again! As always, please read, review, and enjoy!