Author's Note: This is the last full chapter. I hope you like it. Thanks for sticking with me.

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"Abuela, it's beautiful." Calleigh exclaimed as she examined the dress her grandmother made.

"I'm glad you like it, niña." Maitea beamed. "What do you think, honey?" She turned to Coralee.

"It's stunning." Coralee breathed, fingering the silken fabric. "I can't believe you made this. It's prettier than the ones in the store."

"Well, don't stand there fawning over it, child!" Maitea handed her the garment. "Go try it on!" Maitea wanted to make the dress for Coralee. She'd made one for Calleigh's prom, and now, she wanted to make one for Coralee. It was cheaper, for one, and she wanted to help. She wanted to bond with the young woman. Many hours and sketches later, the three ladies agreed upon a lovely design that flattered Coralee perfectly.

Coralee flew into the guest room and carefully stepped into the beautiful coral dress. After much deliberation, Calleigh had dropped the idea of bronze for a spring wedding, and opted for a deep coral instead. The color was striking on Coralee, and this dress was no exception. The swishy satin fabric swayed perfectly, and the hem was just the right length; barely below the knee. The plunging neckline and empire waist accented her tiny figure and other 'assets' nicely, but it was the back that Coralee loved the most. The wide straps crossed in the back and provided a dramatic picture. She had beautiful gold strappy shoes that Calleigh found on sale, and some lovely jewelry that her new, adopted "Abuela" loaned her.

She put the ensemble together, took her hair out of the pony tail, fluffed her hair up a little, and stepped out of the room.

"Coralee." Calleigh gasped. "This just won't do."

"What?" Coralee looked down at the dress, unsure of what was amiss. "Why?"

"You can't look prettier than me on my wedding day!"

Coralee relaxed, blushed, and beamed simultaneously. "Trust me, no one is going to be looking at me once they open the doors and everyone turns to look at you. All eyes will be glued to you, and you only." She turned to Abuela. "Have you seen her in it?"

"I have not." She stated, turning to Calleigh. "Well?"

"I'll be right back." Coralee swirled around, skirt rustling around her knees with a satisfying 'swish,' and rushed to help Calleigh into her gown.

"Are you ready?" Coralee peeked around the corner and prepared Abuela for her first glimpse of her precious child in her wedding dress.

"As ready as I'll ever be." She had her hanky ready, and dotted the corner of her eyes with it.

"Come on out."

Slowly, Calleigh emerged from the hallway and entered the living room.

Maitea said something Coralee didn't understand in rapid-fire Spanish, but whatever it was, it made Calleigh blush and choke up a little.

"What did she say?" Coralee asked, a little confused. "What did you say?" She hated being left out, and felt a little inadequate about not speaking fluent Spanish. Her Spanish really lacked…anything useful…unless you're in a restaurant. She knew how to order food, but that's about it.

"My child." Maitea rose and embraced Calleigh tightly. "You're all grown up."

Coralee had an inkling that this wasn't all that was spoken, but she got the gist of it. Maitea was emotional because her granddaughter was getting married, and after a lifetime of taking care of her and watching her grow up, seeing her in the dress had driven home the point that she was really an adult – all grown up and getting married. Starting a family of her own. It was heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. Coralee didn't need a translation for that.

There were two weeks to go until the wedding, and Maitea had flown in to help get everything in order. The additional time also gave her the ability to re-alter the dress for Coralee should it not fit perfectly. Coralee made sure to invite her personally to the bachelorette party since it was going to be a fairly low-key event anyway. Maitea had graciously accepted the invitation, pleased to be included and curious about what the young girl had planned.

Warrener would be arriving in another week, eager to spend some time with his granddaughter before she went off and got married, and almost equally happy about getting to know his new granddaughter, Coralee, better. Calleigh loved that they'd adopted her sister as well, but wasn't the least bit surprised. She had anticipated them loving the girl as much as they loved her – she was too sweet not to.

Coralee, for her part, had a new boyfriend – a teacher she'd met at the grocery store, who Warrener and Eric were already planning to interrogate when they met him. Eric had already run background checks on him, which turned up nothing, but Eric couldn't be too sure. Calleigh had made him promise to not threaten the poor man's life or inflict any lasting bodily harm. She'd do that herself if he hurt her little sister.

Eric had finally chosen one of his brothers-in-law as his best man. He was especially close to Cristina's husband, Todd, so he did appear to be the logical choice. His daughter was a flower girl, and so was one of his nieces, so having Todd at the end of the aisle could only help things go smoothly, too.

Calleigh and Coralee changed out of their dresses and joined Maitea back in the living room of Calleigh and Eric's new house in Golden Isles. They had just moved in, and Coralee and Maitea were on unpacking duty. So far, they'd already unpacked the kitchen and the bedroom – the rooms Maitea deemed 'most important.' The living room was almost finished, and so was the guest room for Maitea and Warrener. Coralee loved that her sister was closer, even if the distance was only a few miles. The traffic was much better, so it took much less time to visit now.

"What now, girls?" Maitea was hard at work unpacking boxes.

"Abuela," Calleigh exclaimed in exasperation. "You really don't have to keep doing that. It'll get unpacked. Really. Eric and I can do it later."

"Then consider it a gift to you for your wedding." Maitea was just as stubborn as Calleigh. "The last thing you two need to do is spend your first weeks of marriage unpacking boxes and looking for your…" She glanced into the box and pulled out a book. "Dictionary."

"Somehow," Calleigh laughed, taking the dictionary and placing it on the bookshelves. "I think we could live for a week or so without knowing where that was."

"Still." Maitea was not to be deterred. "I'm unpacking, Coralee is helping me, and we're not taking no for an answer."

Coralee took that as her cue to dive into another box.

"Fine." Calleigh threw up her hands in frustration, picked a box for herself, and helped Abuela load books onto the shelves…in alphabetical order by subject.

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"Are you ready to go?" Coralee knocked on Calleigh's door early the morning of the wedding. They decided that Calleigh should ride with Coralee to avoid having an extra vehicle at the church that wouldn't have a driver to take it home. There was so much to do today, but everyone was still tired from staying up half the night stuffing Jordan almonds into little squares of tulle and making little bags out of them with ribbon. They'd formed an assembly line of sorts. Warrener counted out almonds, Maitea cut out squares, Eric held the squares – filled with almonds – so Calleigh could tie them, and Coralee glued little satin rosettes onto the center of the bows. The system worked, but it still took hours.

"I'm ready!" Calleigh rushed out of the bedroom, bags hanging from both shoulders. There was so much to get done today! They had to get their hair done, Calleigh scheduled surprise manicures and pedicures for them, they had to get to the church, do their makeup, change into their gowns, make sure Calleigh didn't throw up – it was going to be a busy day.

Coralee took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come on in." Eric's voice called from inside. Coralee peeked her head inside the door. "Coralee, come in!" Eric thought he'd be nervous – everyone told him he would be – but he wasn't. He was excited, but not nervous. It was as if his whole life had been leading up to this day, and it was finally happening. He was finally going to marry Calleigh. He was going to have a family of his own. Just the two of them. It couldn't happen soon enough.

"You look beautiful." He told her sincerely. She twirled a little at the compliment, showing off her hair-do and the lovely magnolia tucked into it.

"Well, thank you." Coralee smiled sincerely at him. "But if you think this is good, you should see Calleigh."

"I can't wait." He closed his eyes envisioning what that picture might be, but knowing that it wouldn't come close to the reality. "What can I do for you?"

"Calleigh just wanted me to make sure you're still here." She giggled. "So she doesn't embarrass herself by walking out there and finding out you're not at the end waiting for her."

"I waited eight years for her." Eric stood and straightened his tie. "I'll wait a few more minutes."

Coralee hugged him, careful to not get makeup on his suit. "That is quite possibly the most romantic thing I've ever heard. I'll tell her word for word."

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The ceremony was perfect. The music was beautiful. The flower girls were adorable. Calleigh…well, Calleigh was a vision. Eric had never seen anything so beautiful. He'd dreamed of this day, especially vivid dreams since they'd worked that case at a wedding. Calleigh put on the bride's veil and made him promise not to tell anyone at work. The doors opened and Eric looked down the aisle and stopped breathing. No fantasy could have ever prepared him for this. It was a simple gown, no extra foufurrah for Calleigh. Just simple, clean lines, strapless, and infinitely feminine. She wore a simple veil over her upswept hair, and carried a sweet bouquet of coral calla lilies and magnolias.

She adjusted her dress around the chair for the hundredth time, and searched the reception hall for Eric. Coralee was dancing with her Opa. Eric's parents were dancing together. His sisters were all dancing with their respective husbands. There! Finally. There was Eric. Calleigh smiled and grabbed a camera when she saw what was going on. In the middle of the dance floor, there was Eric with Zoe standing on his shoes, dancing. She moved around the people on the floor to get the best shot.

"Niña!" Abuela found her. "I want to dance with my granddaughter. Come here." She snapped her picture and danced with her Abuela.

"It was all lovely, Niña."

"Thank you."

"So, tell me." Maitea winked at her. "When am I going to get my first grandchild…or great grandchild?"

Calleigh laughed nervously and looked around her. "About seven and a half months, I'd say."

"Calleigh!" Maitea stopped dancing and happily squeezed her tightly. "Do you mean?"

"I do."

"Calleigh!" Maitea's brain was churning. "Does Eric know?"

"I haven't told him yet." She admitted. "I'm going to tell him tonight."

"What do you think he'll say?"

"He'll be thrilled." She knew he would, too.

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"May I have this dance?" Eric tried to cut in. "I'd love to dance with the pretty lady." Ryan relinquished Coralee to dance with Eric and disappeared into the crowd.

"So." Coralee began. "Do you feel any different?"

"Absolutely."

"Are you packed?"

"Yes."

"Did Calleigh have to pack for you?"

Eric chuckled and spun her around. "No. I packed myself."

"This morning?"

"Yes."

"Thought so."

"So," Eric mimicked her. "Welcome to the family."

"Isn't that my line?" Coralee joked with him. "You're in MY family now. All two of us."

"No." He countered. "You're in my family now." He pointed to some of his family members. "They're your family now."

"No." Coralee could be stubborn, too. "They're Calleigh's family now. Not mine."

"Yeah, but you're Calleigh's family, she's my wife – my family – and they're her family. Her family is your family, so voila." He made a sweeping gesture with his arm. "Do you see where I'm going with this?"

"I might have gotten a little lost about the third time you used the word 'family,' but I think I get the idea." She smiled at him for a second, then looked more serious. "Now, it's my turn." She paused for a moment to collect herself before continuing. "You married my sister today."

He nodded. "I did."

"So," She stopped dancing and looked up at him, seriously at a height disadvantage even in her heels. "If you hurt her, I'll break your kneecaps!"

"I'll keep that in mind." He laughed out loud at her threat, then sobered quickly when her face didn't break into the smile he expected. "Really, Cor. I'm going to be good to her. I promise."

"You better." She was in no joking mood. "I know where you live. Where you work."

Now she was smiling, and Eric relaxed. Apparently he was a little afraid of her, too, but he didn't realize it until now. Why is it that the Duquesne women, all five feet nothing, one hundred pounds of 'em, could bring Eric Delko to his knees in fear? He tried not to ponder it right now.

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"Eric!" Calleigh breathed. "It's lovely." She looked around the hotel with glee. "I can't believe we're staying here." She'd chosen Puerto Rico for their honeymoon, and he'd gotten a great deal on a resort there.

The suite was gorgeous and spacious, and it had a view that rivaled everything she'd ever seen. The bed looked so comfortable that she was half tempted to climb in and nap for a few minutes, but the ocean looked even better. Sure it was dark outside, but the lights from the resort were probably enough to light up the ocean…at least they could go to one of the pools.

"Let's go swimming." She was already grabbing her suitcase to extricate her swimsuit.

"Hold on there." Eric was excited, too, but he had…other plans. "I ordered up a bottle of wine. What do you say we…celebrate?"

Calleigh looked at him nervously, but decided to lay out all her cards at once. "Might want to cancel that bottle of wine, then." Okay, so maybe she'd just show them one at a time.

"Cancel?" He furrowed his brow. "I ordered your favorite white wine."

"I can't drink it, though." She tried not to smile, then gave up and grinned widely. "It's not good for the baby."

He choked and coughed a few times and stared at her. "The…the…baby?" Eric's mind went into overdrive. "The baby? You're…you're…?"

"I'm pregnant."

"But…"

"I know."

He sank onto the couch and buried his head in his hands. Calleigh didn't want children. Ordinarily he'd be thrilled, but he knew she didn't want to be a mother. "Are you okay with this?"

"I wasn't at first." Calleigh admitted. "But Coralee talked me down. I'm actually…okay with this." This was not the reaction she'd expected from him. "I thought you'd be happy."

He shot up off the couch so fast Calleigh had to step back to avoid being knocked over. "I'm thrilled. I'm…I don't even know how to put it into words I'm so happy. But you don't…you're on the pill."

"Apparently it's only ninety nine percent effective. Statistically speaking, it was bound to happen eventually."

How could she sound so calm about all this? This was life-changing. This was…earth shattering.

"Why aren't you freaking out right now?" He had to know.

"Already did." She admitted. "Remember that night Coralee called with an emergency and I had to go over to her house immediately and take care of it?"

He nodded.

"Well she wasn't the one with the emergency." She sighed and grabbed his hands. "Please don't be mad. I'd just felt so lousy for so long, and she called when she figured it out. I went over to her house and took a test."

"A test."

"Pregnancy test." She rolled her eyes. "It was positive."

Eric was silent for a moment, but a big grin slowly spread across his face. "You're pregnant!"

"I know."

"You're pregnant!"

"I know!"

Suddenly, Eric's brain caught up with the situation. "We have to go to the store." He grabbed her purse and the hotel key.

"What for?"

He remembered all the things his sisters had needed when they were pregnant. "You're going to need prenatal vitamins, soda crackers, ginger ale, ice cream, pickles…"

"Eric." She cut him off with a kiss. "Coralee took care of all that already. I'm good to go."

"Really?"

"Really."

"So we're going to have a baby?"

"We're going to have a baby."

"And you're really okay with this?"

"Eric," She cupped his face with one hand. "I'm more than okay with this. I promise. I wasn't at first, but I am now. This is good. I don't know how I got here, I just…did…somehow. I'm past the freaking out stage. I cruised through acceptance, and I'm finally to the excited stage. Eric, we're having a baby. I'm thrilled. And terrified."

He stared at her stomach for a moment before dropping to his knees in front of her, burying his face in her abdomen, and wrapping his arms around her waist. Calleigh brushed her fingers over his close-cropped hair, rubbed his neck and shoulders.

"Hey, there, little one." She looked down and saw him talking to her stomach. "I'm your daddy. I can't wait to meet you. I love you."

"Get up here." She urged him to his feet. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He hugged her. "Both of you."

"We could still celebrate." She pulled him backward with her. "Just…no alcohol. For me."

"I like the sound of that."

"Calleigh?" He asked a second later.

"Yeah."

"How long?"

"Probably about seven, seven and a half months."

"You don't know?"

"Haven't been to the doctor yet." She held up his hands. "Coralee said not to worry, I talked to Alexx. I set up an appointment for three days after we get home."

"So you're okay?"

"I'm great."

"Me too."

"I'm going to get huge."

"You're going to be beautiful." He disagreed with her, mind already filled with images of a beautiful little girl. She had Calleigh's hair and Calleigh's eyes, his mouth, and she swam like a little fish and shot a gun like her mother.

"We're going to have to borrow Anya a lot in the next few months." She advised him, kind of killing the mood, but he didn't mind.

"How come?" He stopped what he was doing and wrapped his arms around her.

"I need practice."

"Calleigh, you're going to be a great mom."

"I don't know…" She started.

"I do."

"My mom…"

He cut her off again. "You're not her. You're you."

"That doesn't make any sense." She rolled them over and kissed him.

"You're Calleigh Duquesne. You can do anything."

"Calleigh Delko." She corrected. "And I hope I can do this."

"I know you can." He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. "And I'll be right there to help you out with anything I can do."

"Wanna be pregnant for me for the next…seven or so months?"

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A/N: It's coming to an end. R and R!