The entire time I was writing this, I just kept saying, "DAAAAAAWWW!" I love, love, love this! I hope you do, too.

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"The first two are fine, but the third is still crooked," Nell said from the doorway.

"The level says it's level," said Eric. He lightly marked the bright orange wall with the pencil he had tucked behind his ear.

"Then it lies," said Nell with a frown.

"It's fine, Nell," Eric chuckled. "Here," he handed her the level. "Check it yourself."

"Fine," she said taking it. Eric watched as she meticulously checked and rechecked that the pencil marks were completely level. He laughed to himself when she took out the second level from the toolbox to compare it to the first. It was these kind moments that made him sure he chose the right word the previous year when he was struggling to write his vows.

...

"That's stupid," Eric said crumpling up the paper and throwing it towards the recycling bin. He missed the bin completely and the paper ball hit Callen's shoulder as he was entering the kitchen.

"Something bothering you, Eric?" Callen asked as he threw out the balled up paper.

"Vows," Eric replied glumly. "I'm stuck."

Callen grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and took a seat across the table from Eric. "What about them?" he asked opening his water bottle.

"I want to write something meaningful," explained Eric, "but I don't want it to sound like I'm reading it from a mushy romance novel."

"Mmhmm," Callen said sipping his water. He sat back in the chair. "Have you tried Google-ing a solution?"

"Yeah, but nothing was helpful. I got all the same stuff about "putting your feelings into words" and crap like that, but everything I come up with doesn't sound sincere enough."

Callen just nodded his head. He understood where Eric was coming from. It was like when something from an alias' backstory didn't sound right. He couldn't explain how it sounded wrong; it just did. After a moment of thought, Callen proposed an idea.

"Give me a word that describes Nell," he told Eric.

"Um...amazing."

"Come on, Eric," Callen scolded. "Put some thought into it. Make it a word that envelops every aspect of Nell, the good and the bad, and conveys your feelings for her."

"Ok," Eric said. He thought about it for a few minutes while Callen sat there sipping his water. He thought back to the first day Nell arrived at OSP, everything they've worked on together, the moments they shared that eventually led to where they were now. With a triumphant smile, Eric said, "Pedantic."

"Pedantic?" Callen asked with a puzzled look.

"Yeah," Eric said. "It means extremely meticulous. It also means that you flaunt your intelligence."

"I know what it means. Are you sure you want to go with that word? You still have a few months until the wedding so there's no rush."

"I really don't think there's another word to describe her," Eric said writing it onto the paper.

"Okay," Callen said with reservation. "But if she leaves you at the altar, don't say I didn't warn you." As he walked out of the kitchen he looked back and smiled at Eric as he happily scribbled out his vows.

...

"Okay, fine," Nell said putting the levels back into the toolbox. "It's level. Let's put the shelves up now."

Eric took out the drill and made two holes in the wall where he made the marks. Nell handed him the brackets to screw in and he gave them a firm shake to make sure they were secure.

"The white one," said Nell as she held up the white shelf for Eric, "goes on the topmost brackets. The green takes the second set and the brown takes the last."

"I know," he said.

"Okay." She placed her hands on her hips and sighed. "I need to go sit. Don't go screwing anything up," she joked.

When Eric was sure that Nell was out of earshot, he let out a laugh. He continued drilling and screwing in the brackets for the wall shelves. It was funny for him to see Nell worry about the tiniest detail like the order of the shelves. It reminded him why he loved her, why he married her, and why he was certain she would make a great mother. Smiling to himself, he cleaned off the shelves and began setting up pictures and small toys that the team had bought for the nursery.

Pregnant Nell! I love it! I like writing for Callen's softer side and I love writing friendship fics for him and Eric. These two never get enough scenes together. Let me know your thoughts in the reviews.