Authors Note: This is the first story that I have published. Therefore, reviews are greatly appreciated. I mostly know where this is going, but the ultimate length will probably depend on whether or not people actually like the story.
Thanks to my bff Mollie, for reading it and not judging me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. If I did, Cam and Hodgins would be together. Clearly. Hart Hanson does a much better job than I ever would. That's why he gets the big bucks.
Here we go.
Dr. Camille Saroyan was running low on sleep. She had been up for what seemed like days, and it didn't look to be improving any time soon. The team was coming back tomorrow.
Entering her apartment, she set her briefcase down and immediately began to dig money out of her purse. Lindsey, the baby sitter, walked into the living room from the direction of the nursery.
"Thank you so much Lindsey," Cam sighed her exhaustion as she handed the young girl her pay.
"It's no problem. She was wonderful, as always. See you tomorrow!" the girl bounced out of the apartment and down the hallway towards the stairs. Cam could only dream of having that much energy.
Walking into the nursery, Cam was relieved to find that Alexis was sleeping soundly in her crib. Cam gazed down at her daughters sleeping figure. Between the entire forensic unit being gone, having a new born, and finding any extra time to sleep, she often forgot to just stop and breathe.
Alexis Jaiden Saroyan was born with mocha skin, bright blue eyes, and curly black hair. Cam could still remember the day she was born. Lord, it was a day she was sure to never forget.
"Cherie, you are nine months pregnant. You should not be here, at the lab, slicin' open a dead body. It's just not right." Caroline Julian scolded her. At this point however, Cam couldn't afford to stay off her feet. There was too much to do and too little time to do it in. The forensic team was out of the country, with the exception of her and Sweets, if he did indeed count as part of the forensic team.
"No, Caroline. I am fine. Now, why is it that you came to see me. I'm a little busy in case you haven't noticed." Cam snapped, unnecessarily. Thank God she could blame the pregnancy hormones.
"There is no need to take that tone with me, cherie. I only want to make sure that you're ok. You're little squints aren't around to keep an eye out, so that job falls on me."
"Well, thank you Miss Julian, but I am just fine. In fact, I—" Cam stopped what she was saying and quickly laid a hand on her stomach. Her face scrunched in pain, and she could feel a warm liquid running down her leggings. Cam looked to the other woman with a face of sheer panic.
"Don't worry, cherie," Caroline waved her hand with and air of confidence, "I'll drive you to the hospital. Lord knows I'll get you there faster than some ambulance."
Stirring some sugar into her tea, Cam sat on the couch in the living room, her legs folded under her, with a trashy romance novel in her lap. Ahhh, she thought, finally, some peace and quiet.
As if on cue, Alexis began to cry from her crib. Of course, she's a perfect angel when everyone else is around, but with her, she's a handful and half. Just like her father, Cam couldn't help but think. Within the first few wails, Cam could already tell it was hungry cry. If there was one thing Alexis could do, it was eat like a champion.
Setting her book and tea on the coffee table, she got up, grabbed some formula in a bottle, and walked down the hall to the nursery. She picked up Alexis, and the baby almost immediately stopped her crying.
"Hey, baby girl," Cam soothed as the baby attached herself to the bottle and sucked hungrily. Cam quietly watched her daughter.
She was perfect. At 2 months, Alexis already had a near full head of hair. Dark brown, almost black, as to compliment her mocha colored skin. When Alexis was sleeping, anyone could tell that this was very clearly Cam's daughter. Awake and smiling, however, Alexis looked just like her father: those blue eyes could not be missed.
Sighing, Cam noticed that her daughter had finished the bottle, and was gazing up at her mother with a look full of love…and questions. Silently, Cam cursed herself and sat down in the rocking chair, shifting Alexis to make her easier to burp.
Unbeknownst to the happy, sleepy baby, Cam began to sniffle, and before she knew it, the tears came.
"Cherie, you have got to breath. You are breaking my hand." Caroline tried to calm Cam down.
To an outsider, the situation would be comical. Cam in a hospital, her feet in stirrups, screaming at the top of her lungs. Caroline in a smock, holding hands with the crying patient.
To an outsider, the situation would be comical. To Cam and Caroline, the situation was anything but. Cam refused to let Caroline call her father and sister. The two hadn't spoken to her since she explained that she was pregnant, and that she and Booth hadn't been together for years, so the baby couldn't be his.
Cam had also refused to let Caroline call any of the squints.
So there they were. Cam and Caroline. Delivering a baby. Lord help us all.
What seemed like days later, but was actually only hours, when they brought Alexis to her mother, Cam wept silent tears. Caroline politely excused herself, wishing she knew who the father was, beyond just a hunch.
Alexis was finally asleep, several hours later. After placing her back in her crib, Cam wandered into the living, grabbed her cold tea, and contemplated reheating it. Looking at the clock, and noticing that she could have a few hours of really good sleep if Alexis didn't wake her up too often, she poured her drink down the sink, and headed for her bedroom.
Tomorrow, the squints came home. Her forensic unit would be back and good as new. Part of Cam was happy everyone was coming back. It would make her work load a lot less, leaving her more time for Alexis.
The other part of Cam was dreading tomorrow.
Just as she had finally gotten comfortable and was almost asleep, Alexis let out a wail that could wake the neighbors.
Sighing, Cam got out of bed, and went to check on her daughter, knowing that sleep, once again, would not come easily tonight.