Disclaimer: I do not own Lie to Me or any of the characters in this story.

This is one of the chapters that I wasn't sure I'd share. The reason I've gone ahead and posted it was because some of you were keen to see Cal and Gill with a child.... the only catch is, it's not theirs. Also, nobody's mentioned the wedding or the honeymoon in reviews (thank goodness!!), so I haven't written them into the story, I've just skimmed over them. Next chapter will see the newly-married Lightmans back at work, just for something different.

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When it came time to go home everyone had said their goodbyes except for Jamie. "Noooo," the little girl complained, pouting. "I go with Unnie Gill," she said stubbornly, refusing to let go.

"Oh, sweetheart, you can't," Gill told her softly. "I'd love for you to come with me, but you need to stay with Mummy and Daddy, okay?" she said, trying to hand her to her mother despite Jamie's unwillingness to let go of her.

"Why can't she come with us?" Emily asked. "You'd take good care of her, and a sleepover might be fun."

"I don't know about that, Em," Gill said, looking over at her brother and sister-in-law.

Joanne glanced at her husband then nodded. "I can't see why she shouldn't, if you want her to. Emily's right, you'd take good care of her, so we know she'd be safe, and it would be good for her to spend some more time with her aunt- it's obvious she's become quite attached to you."

"I... well..." Gill said, suddenly growing hesitant. She didn't think this was a good idea. It was one thing to play with Jamie all day, but taking her with her and tucking her into bed was going to bring up a lot of similar feelings to the ones she'd had with Sophie.

"I'll help you, love," Cal said gently, resting a reassuring hand on Gill's shoulder. They both knew it was her emotions Gill needed help with, not help taking care of the little girl, but Cal didn't feel the need to bring that up and make things awkward for everyone.

Diane didn't realise it, but she was holding her breath. Maybe a night with Jamie would be what it would take to convince Gill. She weighed up her options briefly before jumping in- risking Gill being upset would be worth it if it convinced her to start a family. "That's very nice of you, Cal," she said politely. "Here, Joanne, I'll help you get Jamie's things ready," she told her, taking charge of the situation and walking upstairs.

Gill stood, looking and feeling a little helpless. It appeared she didn't have a say in the matter, and she wasn't sure she liked where this was going. She knew exactly what her mother was up to and she didn't appreciate it at all.

"You'll be fine, love," Cal assured her quietly when it was only himself, Gill, Jamie and Emily left next to the front door. "I'll be there," he added, wrapping his arms around his fiance's waist. In the process his cheek touched Jamie's arm, causing the little girl to make an odd noise.

"Ouchies!" she complained, pulling her arm away and scowling at Cal. Gill laughed, kissing Jamie's arm better.

"Are you sure that's a good thing, Cal?" she asked him.

Cal ran his hand over his stubble and frowned, trying to take Gill's gentle teasing words as a joke and not let his insecurities about his abilities to take care of a child re-surface.

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Emily had spent the drive back to the hotel trying to convince Cal that she should be allowed to sleep in one room by herself while he and Gill had another to look after Jamie. "I'll be fine," she insisted. "And I promise I'll behave. I know this is important. You can get a spare room key and come check on me any time."

Cal had eventually relented, and everyone had moved their things to their respective rooms before Cal, Gill and Jamie said good night to Emily. By the time they were in their room alone Jamie was more than ready for bed- she'd had a big day.

"I go sweepies now," she told Gill, who nodded and sat her down on the bed. "Alright, sweetie," she agreed. Jamie had been bathed and had her teeth brushed at her grandparents' house, so all Gill really had to do was tuck her in. "Do you want a story?" she offered. "Cal knows good stories."

Jamie thought about it carefully. "You too," she insisted. "Tell 'gever."

"You want us to tell you a story together?" Gill asked, earning a nod from the little girl.

Cal walked over and set her in bed, pulling the covers up over Jamie. "You have to be nice and snug first," he told her. "Are you warm enough?" The little girl nodded. "Alright," Cal replied, looking over at Gillian. 'God you're beautiful,' he thought. "What sort of story do you want?" he asked Jamie.

Jamie thought. "Pwincess and pwince one!" she decided excitedly.

"Blimey," Cal said. "It runs in the family, doesn't it?" he asked Gill. "You lot are always looking for Prince Charming."

Gill smiled and shook her head. "I found mine," she told Cal with a happy sigh and a goofy look on her face. She was deliriously happy. After all these years she knew she'd found her soul mate in Cal. Looking at them individually they weren't the most likely match; Cal was a bad boy and could be a bit of a bastard at times. He had a tendency to break the rules and was constantly getting into trouble. Gill was the good girl and found the best in everything. She followed the rules to the letter, except on the rare occasion she saw breaking them would be for the greater good. Put them together, though, and the chemistry was undeniable. They were completely in sync with each other in every possible way.

Cal smiled at that and reached out to take Gill's hand in his. "Alright," he told Jamie. "Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess."

Gill chimed in then, squeezing Cal's hand. "And a handsome Prince. The prince and his princess lived in a faraway land called Lightman, where they spent every day looking at people making silly faces."

It didn't take long for Cal to cotton on to the fact that Gill was talking about the two of them, and 'Lightman' was 'The Lightman Group'. A nice appropriation, but he couldn't give her many points for originality. "And every day the prince would see the princess walking through the kingdom and say to himself 'That's the most beautiful princess I've ever seen. One day, I'm going to marry her," he told Jamie.

Gill laughed quietly, a slight blush rising to her cheeks when Cal called her beautiful. "But," Gill said. "The yucky witch Zoe was always trying to distract the prince, making him very confused indeed."

"Oi, enough of that," Cal chastised Gillian gently. "That was a low blow."

"Every fairytale needs a bad guy," Gill smiled sweetly.

"Fine," Cal agreed. "The yucky witch wasn't the only person in the town up to mischief," he informed Jamie. "There was also a goblin named Alec, and every time he told lies his nose grew, just like Pinocchio, until one day it grew so big that..."

Gill rolled her eyes, but decided it was only fair- she had, after all, taken a stab at Zoe. "It grew so big from all of the fibs that the princess said she couldn't possibly play with him anymore. Alec was sad, and the princess felt bad, but she knew that telling fibs was wrong and she should try to only play with people who told the truth."

Jamie wasn't really following. The story was far too complicated for her, especially when she was sleepy to begin with. She did recognise the name, though. "Unca Awec?" she suggested. "Hey! Where Unca Awec? He your pwince!" Despite his faults, Alec had always been good to Gill's niece and nephew- at least until they had lost Sophie and he'd gone off the rails.

Gill frowned at Cal. This was his fault. "No, that's a different Alec. Uncle Alec wasn't a goblin, was he?" Cal asked. He was pretty sure Alec was, but he didn't want Jamie to think that.

"Okay... but he your pwince," Jamie reminded Gill with a smile.

"No, Cal's my prince," Gillian told Jamie, brushing the little girl's hair back off her face. "Remember we talked about how we were going to get married? And we're all going to put on pretty dresses and the boys will put on handsome suits and then Cal and I will live happily ever after?"

Jamie nodded a little and rubbed her eyes, snuggling up to Gill. "The end," she informed her, her words slightly muffled by the thumb that had found its way into her mouth. That's what always came after 'happily ever after', wasn't it?

Gillian smiled. "The end," she confirmed with a whisper, leaning over to kiss Jamie good night. She waited a few minutes for the little girl to fall asleep, her fingers moving gently against Cal's until she felt Jamie nod off and she could stand up, carefully moving away and out onto the balcony.

Cal made sure Jamie was tucked in then followed Gill, stepping up beside her as she looked out over the balcony. "Penny for your thoughts, love?" he asked, leaning against the edge.

Gill shook her head but remained silent. Her mind was working to process everything and she really wasn't ready to articulate it yet. She wiped away the lone tear that slipped down her cheek and shifted closer to Cal so their arms were touching.

Cal brought a hand up to rest on Gill's shoulder, massaging it gently. He loved her, and no matter what happened he'd support her through this.

As Gill stared silently into the night, her eyes glistening with unshed tears she couldn't help but think about her relationship with Cal. It never ceased to amaze her how he could comfort her, even without words.