Names for Baby Girls
Chapter 1
AN: HEY HEY EVERYONE!!! It's Della, back again for more updates! As usual, I'm multitasking. On breaks, I'm looking through for fan art. Today's lucky artist is…Sunni-Sideup!! Yay!!
Sorry to keep y'all waiting, but I've been superbusy lately. My brother's in mucho troublous, and I have Girl Scout work to do. I hope to get everything up here! Anyway, here's a new one!
Angela's POV
For me, every single morning goes about the same way.
First, I wake up at exactly 7 a.m. Usually, I'll stumble out of bed and downstairs to eat. Once I'm not starving and tired, I can get dressed. All in all, it takes me about an hour to get ready, and I show up to work at exactly 8:15 every day. Somehow, Brennan manages to get there at 7, so she's always there. Hodgins and Zack are either there already or on their way, and Cam's usually at work by 8:30. Same old, same old.
When I met Roxie again, she spruced up my routine a bit. She'll usually make me breakfast when I stay at her house, which makes up for the extra 10 minutes of travel time. No one at work knows of this, and I like to keep it that way.
Today, however, was soon to be an interesting twist. When Roxie overslept, causing us to have to miss breakfast, I should have known something was up. My routine wasn't usually altered unless something bad was about to happen. It didn't really get scary, though, until I got to the lab…
"Angela, why are you so late?" demanded Cam.
"I'm sorry, Dr., I overslept, and I got stuck in traffic," I explained sheepishly.
She didn't seem to buy it, but she let it go. "Don't let it happen again," she instructed simply.
I sighed in relief; now I could get on with the day. Little did I know that it was only going to get worse.
A couple hours later, I began to feel nauseous. Not like the usual queasiness from the dead bodies; I really felt like I was gonna hurl. It's probably just PMS, I thought, and it's about time. How long has it been? 5 weeks?
I took a few sips of water and a Pepto, but they didn't help. In a few minutes I was practically puking my guts out. Brennan followed me into the bathroom and chucked something over the door. "I don't know much about people," she said, "but I am a scientist. You might want to try that out." She hurried out before I could ask her what it was.
Once the dizziness faded away, I turned around and saw a little blue box on the floor. Thinking it was a box of Tampax, I smiled and rolled my eyes. Brennan had good intentions, but she was very socially impaired. When I picked it up, though, it wasn't what I thought. The smile wiped right off my face.
It was a pregnancy test.
AN: Yes, I know that she broke up with Roxie, and I also know about the 5 months of celibacy (which, as my mother pointed out, is not that much of an achievement). This was written a while ago, before the breakup. I'm posting it waaaay late. You'll see where I'm going with it later.
Tschau! (Practicing Meiner Deutschlernen)
~Della