"Hello, Daisy." Daisy heard Angela's voice sounding from the doorway, making her jump slightly.
"Oh, hello, Angela." Daisy said, turning and smiling slightly.
"Okay... I can't help but notice that you have been a little spacy lately." Angela said, walking up to the expecting woman. "Something wrong... maybe something with Sweets?"
"It... it's nothing, alright?" Daisy said, shrugging a shoulder.
"Come on... tell Aunty Angela." Angela smiled, leaning against the table of bones.
"Well... a few weeks ago Lance expressed some concerns about his being a father... but for the last week... he has been having nightmares. I'm really worried about him." Daisy said, twittling his thumbs.
"Have you talked to him about it?" Angela asked, her eyes sparkling with her own concern for the younger man.
"No... when we started dating, we made an agreement not to talk about his childhood before he was adopted. I know he was hurt but I never asked anything. I just... was there for him if one of nightmares woke him up." Daisy sighed.
"You're having a baby with him, Daisy. I think it's time to have that talk."
"I... I don't want to scare him. From what he has told, most women leave him once he tells them."
"It's time to take that risk, Daisy..." Angela said, sitting a hand on her shoulder. "You two are starting a life together. It's time that he open up. You just have to make him understand that you love him... and that you won't leave him."
"Someone hurt him really bad, Angela." Daisy said, tears collecting in her eyes. "The nightmares are so horrible, he is always so scared. Do I really want to know?"
"He has to get over whatever is bothering him." Angela said. "You can handle it. Now stop crying, if you contaminate evidence Brennan is going to have your head."
"Right." Daisy sniffled, rubbing the tears from her eyes with her sleeves and nodding.
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Daisy watched on concerned as her Lance squirmed in his sleep. He was having another nightmare. He was starting to sweat now, the shaking would be next. If he didn't wake up or calm down in the next five minutes, the night terrors would start. It had been a long time since he had done that, though. Soon enough, he awoke with a gasp and she quickly drawl him into her arms and close to herself.
"Shhh..." Daisy soothed. "It's okay, you're okay now."
"I'm sorry." Sweets whispered horsely, snuggling closer to her, his breathing quick and frightened.
"It's okay, baby..." Daisy said, stroking the top of his head. "Do you want to talk about it? You have been having a lot more of these lately."
"Daisy..." Sweets whined, starting to squirm away.
"Don't 'Daisy' me, Lance! We are having a baby together and something is wrong with you! Now we are going to talk about it and that's that!" Daisy scolded and Sweets blinked up at her before nodding. Daisy sat up and patted her lap. Sweets crawled over and sat his head on her lap and curled up.
"I'm so scaried." Sweets whispered.
"I know, baby, but what I need to know is what is scaring you. What is the nightmare? What happens?" She said, sitting her hand back on his head.
"They have been about me... and the baby... and- a-and in them I..." Sweets let out a whimper. "I end up being like... him."
"You're foster father, the one that hurt you?" Daisy asked and he nodded and curled up more.
"They all start the same, me, as a boy, sitting in a closet. Then he comes and he grabs me by the hair... and he drags me out, and I start to scream, but it's not my scream. Thats when the dream changes. The boy is different, he is our little boy. He has dark, curly hair, dimples, my lips, his eyes are dark brown like mine, but they are shaped more like yours. And instead of... him... being the dragging the boy to the basement it's... it's me."
"Lance..."
"I drag him down to the basement, it's clear that I'm drunk. When we get there, I throw down the boy to floor and starts to cry. I... I start to..." Sweets was shaking, tears running down his face and soaking into her lap. She wanted to tell him, scream for him to stop telling her this, but she knew that he had to tell her if he was going to get better. "I started to beat him. He cried and screamed for me to stop, and when he screamed too much, I... I got the whip and I... I..." That was all he got out before breaking down completely.
She held him closer to her and whispered sweet nothings and rocking him slightly. After several minutes of sobs, he finally started to calm down.
"Wh-what if I- If I turn out like him? Wh-what if I hurt our little boy?" Sweets whimpered into her lap.
"You would never do that."
"Or if I abandon him? Like my mother abandoned me? What if- if I'm not cut out for this?"
"Lance, you look at me." Daisy said, tipping his chin so she could look in his eyes. "You are going to be an amazing father. You are sweet and loving and you are great with kids. You aren't anything like you're birth parents or your foster father. You're living, breathing proof that just because someone had a tough childhood, it doesn't mean you have to be volient and abusive or some sort of junkie living on the streets. You are... amazing. And you are going to be the best daddy in the world. Super Daddy."
"Thank you." Sweets whispered, snuggling into her lap and closing his eyes.
"Your welcome, baby, now you rest..." She whispered. "You just had quite the little melt down."
"I know... I'm sorry you saw that." Sweets murmured softly, not opening his eyes.
"It's fine... I feel closer to you than I ever have before." Daisy smiled down at her boyfriend.
"Thats great." Sweets smiled. "You are so amazing. Perfect."
"Go to sleep, baby... you're tired." Daisy smiled and soon enough he was fast asleep, his head still in Daisy's lap. She smiled down at her boyfriend's sleeping form. He was hurt so bad, those things that happened in his dream, did those happen in real life, to her Lance? It was so horrible that she couldn't believe it. He was so strong, to carry on after such a tragedy. She could tell he really would be super daddy.
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"Hey..." Booth grumbled, looking up at the man before him.
"Hello, Booth." Sweets said, smiling awkwardly. "You look... well you look like crap."
"So do you." Booth said, gesturing towards his puffy, red eyes.
"I had a rough night."
"So, why did you visit?"
"I..." Sweets paused. He didn't really know why he was here. He was trying very hard not to tell Booth about the baby. He needed to wait intill the right time. "I just wanted to see you, I mean its weird not seeing you everyday. So, uh... this place is a dump, huh?"
"It's prison, Sweets."
"Right... so uh, those are some interesting bruises on your face..."
"Again, I'm in prison, Sweets. I'm a former FBI guy, I get in a lot of fights."
"We are going to... fix this. You should know that." Sweets said.
"Meetings over."
"Of course." Sweets said as he and Booth exchanged looks. "I'll see you latter."
"Back at you."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Tada! New chapter in the middle of the freaking night. I'm very sorry for the heaviness, next chapter will be nice and fluffy cute. Promise. But, you got a little Boothy bonus at the end here. so... yeah.
Thanks for the ideas, always open for more. :3
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