Author's note: I'm sorry this took so long. The show happened, then life happened, then everything happened. Still, that's no excuse, so I'm sorry this is so short and has taken too long.
Special thanks to: Akarana & Mollie, as always.
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Chapter 11
Cam sped through the streets of DC. Repeatedly, she had to remind herself to slow down. She kept calling both Hodgins' cell phone and the house phone. Neither was being answered. Panic had officially set in.
Coming to a stop at a red light, Cam sighed. She knew it was irrational, but she was worried. Hodgins hadn't been around a baby that young before, at least not one like Alexis. Anything could've happened. She could've gotten sick; she could've started a screaming fit.
He could've taken her…Cam's brain reminded her as she pulled up to the apartment.
Please…Please still be there…Cam kept thinking, not knowing exactly who she was speaking to. She wasn't just worried about him taking her away. Rationally, she knew that he would never do that. She was mostly worried that she would enter her apartment, and someone else would be watching Alexis. She was worried he would leave.
Because the thought of doing this without him scared her more than she'd like to admit.
For as much as she was fiercely independent, Cam wanted nothing more than to keep him around. For as long as she possibly could.
Cam kept calling the two phones. Running up the stairs towards her apartment, she was having trouble breathing. She entered her apartment and stopped short. There was no one in the living room, or the kitchen. Her chest tightened, and it felt like a weight was pressing on it.
Something woke Cam from her sleep. Something hot and wet that was placing kisses over her chest in various places.
"Hodgins," Cam half-moaned. "If you keep waking me up like this…"
"Hm?" he questioned, never stopping his movements. "If I keep waking you up like this, what will happen, hm?"
"Jack…" she growled as he swirled his tongue around her belly button.
"Yes, Cam?"
Cam couldn't take it anymore. She flipped them over and hovered above him. Being on top was one of Cam's favorite things. And by the way Hodgins' eyes darkened to a deep blue, he must thoroughly enjoy the view from that angle.
Never breaking eye contact, she moved a hand to grasp him and position him at her entrance. Ever so slowly, she sank down on him.
"Camille…" Hodgins murmured. Unable to move his eyes from hers, he slid his hands up her legs to her hips, placing his thumbs at the points where leg met torso. Cam groaned and Hodgins smiled. He already knew that was one of her weak spots.
There love making was slow and tender, so unlike the last three or four times that night. When they were spent, Cam lay on her side and slung an arm over his chest.
Cam entered her bedroom after checking the nursery to find Hodgins asleep in her bed. Alexis was lying on her back beside him, giggling and blowing spit bubbles. Sighing with relief, then cursing herself for actually thinking that Hodgins would leave, she noticed how exhausted Hodgins looked. Smiling, she carefully picked Alexis up and cradled her in her arms.
"Let's let daddy sleep, what do you think?" Cam murmured as she left the room.
Cam awoke, surprised to see that it was still dark outside. Her head hurt some, and she momentarily panicked before she realized the man she was sleeping next to was Hodgins. Moving her head to look at him, the world spun just a little. Laying her head back down on his chest, she sighed. Logically, she knew she should wake up him. They should talk about everything that had just happened. Cam Saroyan just had sex. Four or five times. With a co-worker.
You made love…her brain reminded her.
But part of her, the part that didn't want this feeling to end quite yet, let him sleep. They'd talk about this in the morning, when she had her right mind about her.
Yes, the morning seems much more practical, she thought as sleep took over.
"I want a dream lover, so I don't have to dream alone…"
The old 50's tune broke Hodgins out of his nap. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, then smiled as he heard Cam start to sing the Four Seasons, which started playing next. He rolled out of her bed and walked to the living room. The sight presented to him brought a twinkle to his eye.
There was Cam, clad in hip-hugging jeans and an old sweatshirt, dancing around the room, spinning and swirling Alexis in her arms.
"Late December back in '63…" Cam sang slightly off-key.
He smiled to himself as love for her overtook him. Cam, his Cam, was letting loose. To oldies music, for that matter. He'd never seen her let go like that before. And it thrilled him.
"Oh, what a lady, what a night…"
Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling had become something Cam was intimately familiar with. Ever since that night, the night she and Hodgins had made love, she hadn't slept. At least, if she did, it hadn't come easily. Usually, she couldn't sleep because of a case, or she simply couldn't handle being alone.
But tomorrow, Cam would be driving to the airport to say goodbye to her friends.
And to Hodgins.
He was going to Paris for a year.
He was going to do nothing but live for a year.
He was moving on.
He was going to be happy.
Without her.
Rolling over onto her back, she laid a hand on her still-flat stomach.
"A baby," she whispered incredulously. "I'm having a baby."
Slowly, Cam drifted into a fitful sleep, dreading tomorrow.
"Oh, I remember. What a night—" Cam stopped singing when she saw Hodgins standing in the threshold between the hallway and the living room. Her movements slowed to a stop and felt her face flush in embarrassment.
"The Four Seasons, hm?" he asked, tilting his head teasingly.
"Yep," Cam replied, turning her back to him. She set Alexis down in her bouncer and headed for the kitchen.
"Why didn't you wake me when you get home?" he followed her.
"You looked tired," Cam replied, her voice much sharper than she'd intended.
"Did you and Angela have a good lunch?" Hodgins tried a different tactic to get her to speak.
"Mmhmm," she answered, getting a glass from the cupboard.
"Kind of short, wasn't it? I figured you girls would be gone for much longer," he let out an awkward laugh. Cam stayed silent, wondering when he'd mention the calls. "I thought you and Dr. B were going shopping this afternoon?"
"I cancelled."
"Oh…"
There was long silence. Hodgins was leaning against the counter. Cam continued to get herself a glass of water.
"Cam, what's wrong?" he finally asked. When she didn't say anything, he tried again. "Cam—"
"You didn't answer when I called," she outburst.
"That's what you're upset about?"
"Yes! That's what I'm upset about. How do I know something hadn't happened? How do I know she hadn't gotten sick?"
"Because I would've called you if something had. You've left her with a babysitter before. How is this any different?" His anger was rising, as was hers. They were moving closer.
"Because it is!"
"Why?"
"Because—"
"Why, Cam?"
"Because I thought you might've taken her and left."
His lips crashed down on hers and she responded with just as much passion. The kiss was all lips and teeth and tongue and emotion. All their anger and frustration coming out. Then his hand slid up to cup her cheek and kiss softened. She melted into him. It turned slow and loving. Her fingers curled around the fabric over his chest and Cam let out a low moan.
"Cam?"
They jumped apart like they'd been shocked and looked towards the voice.
Michelle stood in the open doorway of the apartment with a shocked look on her face.
"Michelle?" Cam asked, her voice cracking.
"Hodgins!" Michelle screeched, realizing who it was.
"Hey Michelle! How—"
"Get out."
The young girl was clearly upset.
All three went silent. The only sound in the apartment echoed hollowly.
"Darlin' you send me…Honest you do…"
