Coming Home

An ER fan fiction by AbCaLuDa

A/N: I apologise for the time between chapters…Hopefully that won't happen again…And now (drum roll please) on with the story…

Chapter 13

Carter holds my hand the whole time we're checking in. The desk clerk keeps giving me an eye, like she thinks he's hot. I just wink at her and wait patiently for him to finish the paperwork so we can get upstairs.

She gives us the honeymoon suite since it's empty for the night. I think it's probably bigger than my apartment in Chicago. And beautifully decorated. Not that I have time to notice, he's kissing me even as he's locking the door.

Clothes are shed unceremoniously between the main door and the bedroom. I barely remember moving across the floor, and suddenly I'm on my back on the bed.

He looks into my eyes for just a moment, just long enough to make that deep soul connection that chills me to the bone when I think of it later. Sometimes, thinking back, I feel like he can see right into my soul.

I could say something about condoms right now, but I think it's too late, and I don't want to spoil the mood. Obviously he isn't thinking about protection, and unless he has one in his wallet, it's a moot point anyway.

His eyes close as his head comes in to mine, and our lips meet in a soft, warm kiss. His hands slide under my body, his fingers drag a line from my lower back to my bra. I arch my back to make unhooking the stupid thing a little easier for him.

He drags his finger tips down my arms, pulling the bra at the same time and tossing it aside. His kisses move from my mouth to my chin, my neck, and to each breast. I feel my nipples harden in response even before he takes one in his mouth.

My hands are in his hair, lazily playing there while his hands travel over my body. His touch is gentle as butterfly wings, but focused and deliberate. He reaches the sensitive spot between my legs and I moan softly, my hands fall way from his head.

"You're so beautiful," he says, or I imagine he says it. His mouth moves to continue his ministrations on the other breast, and his hand continues its explorations. I feel the heat rising in me, breaking like waves over every inch of my body.

Just when I think I'm going to die from it, he comes back up to kiss my lips, and I feel him shift his body over mine. He pushes into me slowly, filling me, claiming me. I surrender completely to him, taking him deep, becoming him. The world slips away, my mind swirls with the beauty of the connection between us. He isn't just looking into my soul, he's filling it, becoming part of it, of me.


I have to go to the bathroom, but I don't want to move and disturb him. He looks so peaceful in sleep. His features are relaxed, for the first time in a long time. He looks like a little boy. A beautiful, perfect little boy. I could lay here and just look at him forever.

Before long, his eyes are open, and he smiles. I smile and he strains his neck up to kiss me. He bears his weight against me, pushing me onto my back. I can feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and instinctively shift my legs to encourage him.

He raises his head and looks into my eyes. I nod. "Are you sure? We don't have"

I stop myself before I remind him we didn't have any protection last night, or the last time we made love, back in Chicago. "I don't think it matters."

"What do you mean? Are you…" His eyes soften and shift to my stomach.

"I think so."


"The night you came home."

His hands are on either side of my face, his eyes have come back to mine. There's that soul-connection again, like a live wire of white hot electricity between us. It defies words, transcends conscious understanding. It seems impossible now to think how distant I felt from him only days ago. Feels like a lifetime since he came home from Africa.

"You're going to have a baby? My baby?" He says in a deep, whispery voice thick with raw emotion. "You're going to have my baby?"

I bring one hand up to rest against his cheek. His skin is warm and I can feel the nerves twitching just under the surface. "I didn't have time to make sure, but I know it. I feel it. Gillian was right when she said it's something a woman just knows."

"Wow…" His eyes close briefly and I want to know what's running through his mind. What is he thinking? How does he feel, really, about the prospect of being a father? I'm scared to death at the thought of being a mother. I never thought I would be a mother, I never *wanted* to be a mother.



"I love you."

"I love you too."

I smile and move my hand to the back of his head, pulling him down and into a kiss.


Please R&R, it means so much. It feels good to be back, reuniting with my Carters and Abbys and Lukas…and I want to know what you guys think, so take a couple seconds to drop me a line. Thanks!