*Chapter 24: Shocks and Surprises*

If Zack Keyes weren't an FBI agent, he'd be great at TPing cars. Limos especially. The limo we rented to take us to the airport had 'just married' all over it. Along with 'cammy' and 'casey + sammy= FINALLY MARRIED!'

Casey helped me in, then slid in behind me. The limo instantly drove to the SM airport, "FINALLY!" Casey exclaimed, pressing himself against me, "away from all that!" I ignored him and pressed myself closer to him.

"Where are we going?" He kissed the corner of my mouth, and patted his pocket,

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I pouted and his lips attached themselves to mine passionately.

When we arrived at the airport, he blindfolded me. An hour later, we sat in the leather chairs waiting for our flight to be called, he carefully removed the blindfold; revealing a handsome face.

Grinning naturally.

"What?" I asked, he leaned in real close and whispered,

"You wouldn't believe how many people were staring at us with longing and jealousy," he kissed my ear, "and now," he kissed my cheek, "you are mine." he kissed my lips passionately, "you are beautiful. you know?" I giggled,

"Casey!" I exclaimed, "stop flattering me! So where are we going anyway?" I asked, he pulled something out of his pocket.

Plane tickets.

"Here you go, Mrs. Beautiful Acosta."

Paris, France.

Berlin, Germany.

Rome, Italy.

My jaw was down, I didn't say anything. Just merely kissed him. Our flight was called by a flirtatious flight attendant, whom I glared at while casey passed her the tickets and pulled me away from her.

You know, so I didn't get arrested for murder on our wedding day or anything.

We found our plane seats, and lie together next to each other.

I turned to look at my new husband, "Casey," he turned to look at me,

"mhhmmm?"

"I love you." I whispered, he pressed his arms around me tighter and whispered,

"I love you, too Babe."

*The Next Day: Paris, France*

"Casey!" I kissed his mouth and shook him awake,

"How long'll I havta put up with you?" he moaned, I kissed his bare neck and said,

"Forever. We're married now, remember? And all the girls better remember it, too." He muttered a 'they will,' and drifted back to sleep.

Paris is so breathtaking... I thought inwardly, I was standing on the balcony of our 5 star hotel, Casey's t-shirt and boxers only to keep me warm. My attempt to wake my new, tired husband had failed, unfortunately. But I couldn't blame him.

We were busy last night.

*One Week Later: Rome, Italy*

"Casey, I don't think you'll be getting much sleep tonight. I'm keeping you up to see the sights, It's so beautiful here!" I exclaimed, I pulled him to me; a light breeze blew throughout the city of Rome.

My hair fluttered in my face slightly, as we stared into each others eyes, he brushed my hair away. My smile slowly shrinked as we leaned in closer for a kiss. His hand cupped my cheek, and mine entangled through his hair before our lips met in a sweet, passionate kiss. People stared as we kissed for at least a minute. Casey was the one to pull away first. As I leaned closer for another kiss, he pressed a finger to my lips and simply said, "Hotel." then pulled me towards our rented car.

*The Next Morning*

I couldn't believe it. Were mood swings, cravings and morning sickness really the result of this? I glanced back to make sure Casey was still asleep when I heard him stir, then went back to looking at the small pink plus sign. Why'd they make it pink anyway? It was either pink or blue...did pink mean that we were going to have a girl?

Well...I had to tell him... at some point. I cleaned up the bathroom; a pair of warm, bare arms wrapped around my middle. The pregnancy test rested in the pocket of my short, white robe. He smiled mischievously, but the smile I managed to return was slightly uneasy. He leaned closer (if possible, seeing as how we were already really close) and whispered, "'morning, Sam." I continued to look straight ahead into the mirror. My face was a ghastly pale, he nuzzled my neck, "What's wrong, baby?" baby? Oh, god.

Forcing a smile, I replied, "Nothing. I'm fine." then turned around and kissed him.

*That Night*

The pregnancy test stayed with me all day. Casey repetidly asked me if I was okay, but I assured him I was perfect. Or tried to assure him anyway.

Now, we lie in bed, and I debated ways to tell him.

"Casey, I need to tell you something." He turned away from the book he was reading and smiled his natural, gorgeous smile. A nervous vibe flowed throughout my body, and I really don't know how it happened, but I fell off the bed. I lie on the ground, completely stunned as to how that could've happened. Casey offered me his hand, and I took it.

"Now," he said, once I was safely back in the comfort of the bed, "what did you need to tell me?" I rubbed the back of my head a bit and took a deep breath,

"um, I kinda, sorta, maybe, possibly, most likely, according to the test, may be pregnant?" I stumbled out quickly, so it sounded like a question. Silence filled the room, and I avoided his gaze.

"Sammy." he whispered, a few tears slipped down my cheeks. A warm pair of arms wrapped around me; Casey's warm arms. The unexpected had happened. He was happy. He tilted my face up so that I would look at him, he had a huge grin on his face, "Why are you crying?" he asked,

"I don't know! I just thought you'd be mad 'cause we only just got married, and I thought that you'd want a divorce, and I'd have to sign all of those tedious papers! And I thought-" I blubbered until Casey pulled our lips together,

"Oh, Sammy...Ohhh..Sammyy...You don't even know how happy I am...At all..." his hand traveled to my stomach, and I wrapped my arms around his neck,

"Really?" I asked,

"Really." He confirmed.

"We're having a baby!" I exclaimed,

"Yeah. Yeah, we are." Then proceeded to wrap his arms around me tightly. And the great thing is, is that he wouldn't let go.

Not all night long.

*One Week Later: Berlin, Germany*

"Sammy! You have your own food! Why take mine?" Casey whined immaturely. I gave him a death glare and he instantly pushed his plate of takeout food towards me. "Fine." he muttered, "take my food...let me starve to death." He switched positions so that he could comfortably watch me devour the food we'd ordered.

It didn't take long for him to get bored of watching me and crawled around me and pulled me in between his legs. I felt his lips nip hotly at my neck,

"Caseyyy!" I whined, "not now!" I attempted to push him back, but naturally failed. He undid the knot to my robe, and gradually slid it down my shoulders, his playful fingers following. I pulled it back. "Casey, seriously. Let me eat." He pulled back at my unusual behavior and crawled back over to his side of the bed. He pulled the blankets on, and said,

"Fine. I'll just go to sleep. G'night Mini, love you." That's what he'd taken accustom to calling our child.

Mini.

Weird, right? But somehow, I couldn't stop myself from calling it that too. Sighing, I threw away the containers, flicked off the light, and joined him under the soft covers. But even under the 5 star hotel blankets, I was still cold. I tugged Casey around, "Could you please close the balcony door? I'm cold." wordlessly, he stood, shuffled to the door, closed it, shuffled back, then slid back under the covers.

It felt like he hadn't even closed the door. I still was cold, and even when I curled up next to Casey, he didn't get the message. He didn't turn around and wrap his arms around me.

He just didn't.

A few minutes later, his heavy breaths turned light, and I knew he was asleep. Yet hours later, I still couldn't sleep. I lie, freezing cold, and mad at myself, for making Casey upset. I wanted to talk to him.

To make him happy.

But all was forgotten when I saw a shadow just outside the balcony door, I sat up straight screaming, and a few seconds later, Casey sat up too. "Sammy? Baby, what's wrong?" I stumbled over my words, holding tightly onto Casey. "Shhh...are you okay?" Hair flying; I shook my head.

"No. I swear I saw someone out there. And besides," I sniffed, "you're mad at me." He blinked,

"I am?" he asked, I nodded,

"Yes! And I'm sorry! I shouldn't have snapped at you, and I-" he cut me off swiftly,

"I'm not mad at you Sammy...I will admit, I was a bit upset, but I'm not mad at you." He stood and went to the balcony, his eyes scanned the perimeter. "Babe, there's no one out there. You must've been imagining it." He shrugged and walked back over to me and wrapped his arms around me. "I love you. And I love mini, too." he placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my face up. "Okay? We cool?" I laughed a bit a nodded,

"Yes. Yes, we are most definatly cool!" My phone rang out with a text; I already knew who it was. Marissa of course. "Oh, and Marissa knows." I opened up the text, "that I'm pregnant." He sat with his mouth in the shape of an 'O' as I read the text.

OMG! Ur pregnant!

I've already got a name

4 when it's a girl!

Cammi. Isn't that SO cute?

I smiled and passed the phone to Casey, who had recently snapped out of his shock and surprise look. He read the text and laughed,

"It is a pretty cute name." He admitted, "but we can muse over names later. Right now, it's time for you two to go to sleep." He kissed my relatively flat stomach, then my lips. After a murmur of 'goodnight,' we fell asleep instantly.

With his arms lovingly around me.

Right. So, I'm doing this...against my parents will. Which means, you should be VERY thankful. I don't own anything, only WVD does. :D
XOXO
CG