Wrong. And happy to be so.

Eric was home with Chloe the day Calleigh was in court. The three-year-old had stopped vomiting but was still ill with a slight fever. She was asleep on top of her dad on the couch when Calleigh arrived home.

"You don't look so good," Eric said to his wife, seeing her pale complexion.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Calleigh answered with a sarcastic smile. "I got sick after I left the courtroom. Someone may have given me her flu," she said smiling towards Chloe.

It was in the back of Eric's wife's mind that she could be pregnant but her cycle wasn't due for another week so she wasn't sure how accurate a home pregnancy test would be. She might ask Alexx about this in the hypothetical the next day at work. Calleigh had suspected she just might be pregnant several day before she went to court. She hadn't kept her thoughts a secret from her new husband. Both were excited at the prospect of having another child. People had quickly learned not to ask or insinuate whether Calleigh would feel closer to a child who was biologically hers. Her expression said it all.

Alexx didn't buy the ballistic expert's 'hypothetical' question for a second.

"How far along do you think you are?" Alexx asked.

"I don't even know if I'm late, yet," Calleigh replied. "I won't get my period for another week."

"You should wait and see if you're late," Alexx said. "And I hope you get the results you're hoping for, sugar. Have you told Eric?""

"Eric, yes. Chloe, no."

One Week Later

Calleigh stared down at the two E.P.T. tests on the bathroom sink in front of her. She had got up early, 5:00am, to be exact to do the test. Eric was a solid sleeper and hadn't woken up when she got up from the bed. She was supposed to do it first thing in the morning and she wasn't waiting two hours to pee. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she was seeing clearly. Yep. Both read pregnant. Calleigh smiled and went back to bed. She promptly fell back to sleep. She was asleep when Eric got out of bed to go to the bathroom. She opened up her eyes to the sound of Eric's voice from the half-bath in their bedroom

"Cal?"

"Yeah?" She called back.

"How accurate are these supposed to be?"

"Look on the box!"

Good lord! Can't men read? Calleigh thought.

Eric was smiling walking out the bathroom.

"Ninety-nine percent," he said.

"I'm calling first thing at eight to confirm it," his wife told him, sensing his question. "But you know it'll take a day for them to get back with the results. But I'll ask Alexx how accurate these tests are in her medical opinion, though."

Alexx smiled when her friend again came to her with questions.

"Those tests are accurate 98 percent of the time," Alexx said, smiling. "But there's an occasional faulty one. When's your doctor going to get back to you?"

"I called at 8:00. She can't fit me in till 11:00. Hopefully, I'll know by tomorrow. We have our fingers crossed," she said smiling, leaving the morgue.

The Delkos' family doctor was going on vacation the next day. She had her lab put a rush on the test so it would done by the end of the day and Calleigh could know the results by first thing tomorrow morning.