His best girl - he knew it was an old-fashioned phrase, but that's just how he thought of her. His "best" - best girl, best partner, best friend, best lover, best wife & now, soon to be, best mother to his children.
It was during the pregnancy that the news finally made the precinct. They'd managed to keep their relationship under wraps until then. Oh, there were always rumors, but they were professionals. They left the job at work & home at home, until that one morning in autopsy. Eames (funny, after two years of marriage, he still thought of her that way) had never had a problem with morning sickness during the surrogacy. But, there they were, going over the routine report of the ME and Eames loses her breakfast all over the corpse -- NOT GOOD. The cat was out of the bag then. Ross was pissed. Brass was pissed. Eames went on immediate desk assignment & he got a new partner. Fortunately, she was there in the squad room. She'd reel him back in when he went off on a tangent that the new partner didn't quite get. Calm his nerves when everything else was frazzled & be his sounding board, at night, when he was so close to the solution but couldn't quite get there.
He guessed he should be hurt she didn't want him in the Delivery Room, but when she put it the way she did. Eames placed her small, delicate hands on either side of his big face, pulled him to eye level & in that tone said, "I've been here, done that once before & I can't have you hovering over me. Work is one thing, having your baby is something totally different." Well, what could he say? So, it was her mom in the Delivery Room, just behind those swinging doors.
Her dad was in the waiting room with him, patiently reading a magazine. He just couldn't do that. He was a pacer, always had been. So here he was, doing what he knew how, pacing a groove in the floor and popping a crick in his neck every time the doors opened. Mr. Eames just chuckled to himself each time it occurred. This time, however, the door swung open to the smiling face of Mrs. Eames.
"Robert," she always calls him that, "it's time. This nice nurse is going to help you with the gown and take you back." Suddenly, his feet that had been pacing seemingly of their own accord can't move. Mrs. Eames gives him a reassuring smile and a slight shove to get him started, no small feat considering she's not much bigger than Alex.
Finally, it dawns on him, he can see her - his best girl - and now, he can't wait. He follows patiently behind the nurse and into the Labor & Delivery Room. The first thing he sees is Alex, his beautiful Alex. He finds his voice to ask, "Are you ok?"
"That's the first thing you want to know?" she teases, "Why don't you meet your NEW best girl?" New best girl? He gives her that look of non-comprehension as the nurse puts the pink bundle in his arms and it clicks. Holding her up, pressing forehead to forehead, he smiles & sighs. Eames is right, as usual. He's got a new best girl.