Unforgettable Moments
Neither would forget the time they kissed.
It was the evening after Eric had taken his daughter to the lab. Eric had fallen asleep on the couch, listening to Calleigh coo over his daughter, the exhaustion of being awake most the previous night and day with the newborn overtaking him.
Calleigh put the now sleeping baby girl down in the bassinet in Eric's bedroom after she had fed and burped her. When she re-entered the living room where her co-worker was asleep on the couch he woke up. The two smiled at each other as Eric sat up. Calleigh walked over to the couch, sat down next to him and caressed the Cuban's cheek. Their eyes met and nothing needed to be said aloud as their lips met in a passionate yet tender kiss.
"I love you, Calleigh," Eric whispered as their kiss ended. Swallowing hard, fearing rejection to the next thing he had to say Eric said "I have from the moment I saw you."
"I love you, too, Eric," Calleigh whispered back, touching his lips. "I want to be with you."
Those words were music to Eric's ears.
Sighing happily, rubbing Calleigh's six month pregnant belly as she slept when he thought back at their first kiss Eric couldn't believe the two were where they were today. He had always wanted a family but things really only came into perspective after he nearly died after getting shot in the head on the orders of Clavo Cruz. A year after the shooting, Melissa Jakobs had walked into the lab, three weeks after that his whole world changed and now every dream he had seemed to be coming true.
Eric smiled, feeling the form of his son kick underneath his palm.
"Hey, buddy," he said, gently kissing the flesh of Calleigh's abdomen. "It's late. You're not supposed to be awake."
"Daddy?"
A small voice jerked Eric from his thoughts. Chloe was standing in the doorway. Eric looked at the alarm clock on the night table. It was 1:00am.
"Chloe. What's the matter, sweetheart? I thought you were asleep," he said getting out of bed.
"I have to go potty. The light is not on," the little girl said.
Chloe was quite independent. She could take herself to the bathroom, even in the middle of the night as long the light was left on. Most of the time they remembered to do that.
"Oh. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll get that for you."
Eric waited outside the bathroom door, hearing the toilet flush and the water running for Chloe washing her hands. When she opened the door he took her hand.
"Can daddy tuck you back in?"
Chloe nodded, yawning.
Eric picked her up and carried her back to her bedroom. He carefully laid her back on the bed, put the covers over her.
"Good night, princesa. Daddy loves you," he whispered to her.