Heyy guys…although I got little reviews, they are from my loyal readers so I be happy!! Lol :)

So, I have decided to make this the fluffy family fic, because I agree with Liphuggers: We NEED some fluff to keep the faith with hiphuggers!! Cuz these spoilers are not very nice!! As a matter of fact I HATE them!! But this is helping me deal!

For all the people who alerted and favourited the chp, please review!! The help me write faster, they inspire and they boost the ego of my muse, Harmony XD. So please review this chp!! I'm telling you that the more reviews I get, the faster I update, and the better the chps get!! :D So review puh-leez!!

Okay. Enough rambling. Lol Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: My sister has season 4 on dvd, but that really has no hiphugger action, so I really don't wanna own that…

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Eric shifted in his sleep, trying to find a more comfortable position. He turned on his side and stretched his arm out, expecting to pull the sleeping figure of his wife closer. His hand fell flat against the cold sheets. He opened his eyes to look at the red numbers on the alarm clock and frowned. It was half past two in the morning. Where is she?

He raised the covers and lifted himself out of bed. Clad in his boxers he opened the drawer to the armoire, took out a plain white shirt and pulled it over his head. He opened the door and walked down the hall in search of Calleigh. He entered the twins' bedroom, finding the two sleeping soundly, He smiled and closed the door making almost no noise whatsoever. He tiptoed back down the hall and down the stairs and looked left, into the living room. It was empty. He checked the kitchen. Empty. The dining room. Empty.

Where was she?

He then entered the toy room and noticed that the door leading to the backyard was slightly ajar. He walked towards the door, opening it more to let himself out. She shivered involuntarily at the sudden gust of cold air. Who would have thought that Miami would be so cold at night? He looked straight ahead and found the small frame of his wife, back towards him, on the swing set, looking to the moon.

He walked over and sat on the adjacent swing. He started to rock forward then backward, unable to think of something to say. He had no idea what to say, or do. These past couple of hours have been really hard on Calleigh. On the both of them. Neither knew what to say or do. Calleigh just sat there looking at the moon, expecting it to give her the answers that she so desperately desired to have.

Eric remained silent as well, swinging back and forth looking at the floor. What should I say? Should I ask if she is okay? Of course she isn't okay! She just found out that her son might be autistic…our son. Eric took in a deep breath and cleared his mind. Hoping that it might help in the current situation. A thought then popped into his head. He knew it was a long shot, but he had to give it a try. He had to get through to her some how.

He slowly got off the swing and moved in front of Calleigh. Her brows furrowed as her view changed to that of her husband, towering over her. He then stretched his hand out to her. She became even more confused, What is he doing? Letting out a breath that she wasn't aware she was holding, she rested her tiny hand in his larger one.

He gently pulled her up and stepped backwards, pulling her by their joined hands. After a few steps, they stood in their garden, the one that Eric had slaved over for hours on end, to make it look absolutely perfect. And it was. Completely and totally perfect. It was a small garden, a path that led to a small circle of grass, surrounded by flowers of all shapes and sizes. There were roses, tulips, daisies and many other tropical flowers that she could not remember behind a short white fence. It was beautiful.

They stood in the middle of the garden, in the moonlight. He held both of her hands in his, a longing look in his eyes. However, she was still so confused. What in the world is he doing? He then pulled her body closer to his. They fit perfectly together, two simple puzzle pieces that completed the most beautiful and romantic picture.

He held her hands together in his, and raised them until they were behind his neck. He then brought his hands down, running them down her arms, her shoulders, and her sides until finally resting at her hips. He pulled her impossibly closer and hugged her into his body and began swaying from side to side. Then he started to hum. Calleigh smiled and tightened the grip that she held on him. She had one hand behind his neck, the other playing with his short-cropped hair.

The two remained there, in the middle of their garden, swaying from side to side to the music emanating from Eric's lips. Calleigh knew exactly what song he was humming. It was the lullaby that her grandmother used to sing to her. It never ceased to calm her down. Eric knew this all too well.

It really amazed her. He really amazed her. How well he seemed to know her; exactly what she wanted or needed, at the perfect time. She smiled once again and buried her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. Eric soon stopped humming, but the two stood still, reveling in the moment. Neither of them wanted it to end, but they knew that it was inevitable. They had much to do, and they needed a good night's sleep.

The daycare teacher had taken the liberty of setting up an appointment with a renowned pediatrician, Dr. Smith. He was one of the best doctors in the area; she had only praises for him. Calleigh and Eric had gratefully taken the opportunity and thanked the teacher immensely. The appointment was at nine-thirty, so they had to wake up early seeing that the office was about a half an hour drive.

Calleigh pulled away first. She pulled her head back and raised her chin to look into her soul mate's eyes. Green eyes met those dark brown pools of love and desire. She smiled at him and pressed her lips to his chastely. She pulled away, hands playing with his non- existent hair. "Thank you," she whispered, "I needed that."

He nodded and pecked her lips, "Come on. We need to get some sleep, and by the looks of it, you haven't gotten any."

Calleigh shrugged and looked away, "Don't think I can." Eric lifted his hand from her hip and brought it to cup her cheek. He gently guided her face to his in yet another kiss. "Then I'll just hold you until you do," he whispered, breaking the kiss.

Calleigh nodded. Eric raised his hands and took hers in his once again. He brought them down from his shoulders and kissed them both. He let go of one, but held the other tightly, lacing their fingers together. They walked in silence back into the house. Locking the door, they made their way upstairs, hands still joined, and into the master bedroom.

The got into bed on their respective sides, Eric moving closer to her side. He wrapped his large arm around her waist and pulled her close to him once again. They lay there, face-to-face, Eric's arm on her hip, touching the small patch of bare skin between her top and pants. Calleigh's tiny arms between them, one of her hands tightly grasping Eric's other hand. They lay like that until they both fell asleep, when they shifted to a more comfortable position, his arm still on her hip, but her back to his front leaving no space between them.

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The next morning Calleigh awoke to alight tapping on her nose. She lifted her head and opened her eyes, squinting to adjust to the sunlight. She rubbed her right eye and saw the figure of her daughter through the other. She stood next to the bed, thumb in her mouth gazing at her mother with those adorable green eyes.

"Hey Lizzie, what's wrong sweet pea?" Lizzie said nothing. She simply removed her thumb from her mouth and raised her arms, expecting to be lifted into bed with her parents. Calleigh sighed and manoeuvred in Eric's arms and lifted her daughter into her arms. She pulled Lizzie closer to her body, wrapping her arms around her tiny frame. She then glanced up at the clock. They had to leave in fourty-five minutes if they were going to make Derek's appointment.

Calleigh slowly removed Eric's arm from her waist and replaced her body with that of Lizzie's. Eric, still asleep, mumbled something incoherently and pulled Lizzie's sleeping form closer. Calleigh smiled at the sight. She then put on her black robe and walked down the hall to get Derek. She entered the room and found him sitting on the floor playing with his toy truck, pushing it forward and back on the floor.

Calleigh sighed and smiled thinly at her son. She had to do everything in her power to help him. He was going to have a normal childhood, she and Eric would make sure of it. Noticing her form I the doorway, Derek got up and ran towards his mother where she welcomed him with opened arms. She hoisted him up and rested him ion her hip.

"Did you have a good sleep?" she asked him, hoping that she would get an answer. To her dismay he acted as if he hadn't heard the question and continued to play with her hair. She sighed once again and played with her son's blonde locks, pulling him into a hug.

All of a sudden he started to wriggle in her arms making grunting noises. Worried, she put him on the ground. He responded by running to the corner behind the head of his bed and sitting, pulling his knees to his chest. Calleigh froze. She had no idea what to do. She sucked in a breath and bit her lip. She walked over to his crouched form, slowly.

Derek began to scream. Calleigh jumped slightly and her widened. Her breaths became quicker and hollow. She tried to will her tears away but to no avail. A single tear escaped her eye. She wrapped her arms around her body in an attempt to hold herself together. She stood there, holding herself and trembling slightly until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She rested her hand on his, squeezing gently.

Eric had walked in to find his wife visibly shaking and his son in a corner screaming. He felt his heart slowly breaking, hoping and praying that it would break no more. Concerned for her, he sent her to get Lizzie ready to go. She nodded her head in understanding and quietly left the room, still clutching herself. After she exited, he turned to face Derek and let out an audible breath.

Derek had stopped screaming, but remained in the corner, rocking back and forth. Unfortunately, he needed to get Derek ready, and this was definitely not the best time. He decided to try a more passive approach.

"Derek?" he said, feet rooted to the ground. No answer. Derek remained in the same position, whimpering. Eric took a step closer. Nothing. Another. Nothing. But as he took the third step Derek screamed once again. Eric froze and began to panic. What was he supposed to do? Eric felt a wave of emotions crash into him.

He was scared that he would fail his son. He was concerned about the doctor's diagnosis. He was anxious about even attempting to discern what Derek's future would be like. He was confused as to what the hell he was supposed to do. He was frustrated that he did not know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in a tidal wave of his own emotions.

He stood there, in the same spot, until Derek seemed to have calmed down. "Derek?" he asked once again. Derek raised his head to look at his dad. He looked at him through watery eyes, "Papí, I want mamá." Eric nodded.

Deciding that shouting for Calleigh wasn't the best idea, he slowly backed out of the room and walked down the hall to their room. He entered to find Calleigh sitting up in bed, Lizzie sprawled across her lap playing with her doll, fully clothed and ready to go. Calleigh stared out the window, eyes transfixed on something seemingly invisible, while she absentmindedly played with Lizzie's curly, cinnamon-brown locks. Eric smiled thinly at the moment, then realized that they were crunched for time.

"Cal, babe. He wants you."

She continued to look out of the window, pretending that he hadn't said anything. He walked over to the bed until he was obscuring her view. Her eyes remained fixed. He bent down until they were face-to-face. He stared deeply into her dull green eyes and took her left cheek into his hand. She flinched just slightly, but he ignored it.

"You can do this."

She closed her eyes, and tears began to flow down her pale cheeks. He brushed her tears away with the pad of his thumb softly. She finally gave in and leaned into his touch. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds. The both ignored the tingling sensations tat remained where their skin met. It was amazing how much of an effect they still had on each other.

She opened her eyes and looked at the love of her life. She gazed into his brown eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it. "Do not say that you can't do it. He needs you, Cal. I know how much it hurts, I do, it's just-" he took in a breath, "It's for Derek. Do it for him."

Calleigh nodded. She lifted Lizzie out of her lap and kissed her on the cheek. Lizzie giggled and continued to play with her doll. Calleigh got up and left the room. As she made her way down the hall her breaths became short and laboured. She paused at the doorway, second-guessing her actions. What if he didn't really want her? Would he be able to handle the situation if her screamed again?

She found herself slowly backing away from the door. The Eric's words resounded in her head: You can do this. He needs you. She froze, and took a deep breath after a couple of seconds. She entered the doorway to find Derek standing next to his bed, arms tangled in the small red hoodie he was trying to put on. At first she was surprised, but soon the corners of her lips began to move upward and she chuckled softly.

"Want some help, sweetie?"

She saw some kind of movement behind the shirt that resembled a nod. She smiled and walked over to him. "Keep your arms straight up." Derek's arms pointed upwards as she pulled the shirt down his tiny frame. He looked at her and smiled, "Gracias, mamí." She fixed his hair, "De nada, mijo."

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