A/N : I know it's been a while and I'm currently working on my crossover story with Kassandra, but I really miss Sam and Lara (must be the Holiday season). I thought I would try to work on my draft and luckily, I was able to finish a new chapter ...

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Chapter 6

Sam and Lara were in the waiting room of their obstetrician, excited about the ultrasound that would finally reveal the sex of their baby.

While Sam was flipping through the pages of a magazine, cooing at babies' cute outfits and making mental notes of what she should buy later, Lara was lost in her thoughts, nervously shaking her foot.

After a while, the producer closed the magazine and gently put her hand on her wife's thigh to make her stop. "You need to relax, you're stressing me out."

"I'm sorry." Lara smiled sheepishly, resting her hand on top of Sam's. "I just want to know if you and the baby are good and healthy."

"Oh, you're sweet." Sam leaned to the side and kissed Lara's cheek. "I'm sure it will be alright."

"Aren't you nervous?" The archaeologist questioned, fighting the need to move her leg again. "I mean, we're going to know the sex of the baby any minute now."

"I am. I ate a whole box of Jaffa Cakes before we left to calm my nerves but…"

"That was you?" Lara interrupted. She wanted to treat herself this morning with a nice cuppa and some Jaffa Cakes but all she could find was an empty box. She thought Kaz had grabbed a few when she visited but it seemed someone else was the culprit. "It was the last one!"

"I eat for two, you need to share, sweetie." Sam patted her wife's hand with a cheeky smile.

"Right." Lara's voice dragged on the word. "And what was your excuse when you weren't pregnant?"

"Hey!" The filmmaker slapped her wife's shoulder with the magazine she had in her right hand before giggling.

Lara chuckled, kissing Sam's hand. "We'll buy some on our way home."

Soon after, a woman approached the couple. "Mrs. and Mrs. Croft, hello." Dr. Porter greeted them. "Please follow me." Sam and Lara entered her office and sat on the chairs in front of the desk.

"So first of all, how are you feeling, Samantha?" The doctor asked with a kind smile.

Sam smiled back. She had insisted for her doctor to call them by their name to avoid the Mrs. and Mrs. part. "I feel good, the morning sickness is almost gone so I'm pretty happy about that."

"It's good." Dr. Porter nodded before opening the file in front of her. "Your blood tests came back yesterday. Everything is okay on that side so if you don't have any questions, you can go and lie down on the examination table."

Once Sam was settled on the exam table, the doctor gently pulled up her shirt and apply some gel on her belly.

Sam took a deep breath and reached out for Lara's hand.

"Are you alright?" Dr. Porter asked.

"Just nervous."

"The both of us are," Lara added, squeezing her wife's hand to show her support.

The doctor smiled at them. "Don't worry mommies, I won't make you wait any longer." She turned the ultrasound machine on and slid the transducer on her patient's belly until she found what she wanted. "Here, they are! The head, body, 2 arms, 2 legs, everything looks fine." She moved the device a bit higher as both women looked at the screen with rapt attention. "The baby's heart is beating at a normal rate." She paused before looking at the couple. "Do you want to know the sex of the baby?"

"Yes!" Sam and Lara exclaimed simultaneously.

Dr. Porter laughed. "Okay, let's see…" She adjusted the monitor before stating. "Congratulation ladies, it's a girl."

"Oh my god!" Sam touched the screen in awe, tears of joy slowly falling down her face.

"It's amazing…" Lara breathed out, tearing up just like her wife.

Sam turned her attention to Lara, laughing in glee. "We're gonna have a daughter!"

"Yes." Lara kissed her wife's hand several times, laughing through the tears with her. "We're gonna have a daughter."

The master bedroom was a mess, clothes lying all over the floor and the bed while Sam was standing in front of the mirror in her underwear, staring at her reflection.

The filmmaker gently rubbed her belly. It wasn't just a baby bump anymore, she was almost 6 months pregnant and she felt huge. Her feet hurt, just like her back and although she didn't mind her breast growing up a cup, it would be better if it didn't hurt as much.

She sighed in frustration, grabbing another t-shirt that she already knew wouldn't fit. None of her clothes fitted anymore and she bought new ones barely a month ago. As soon as she put on the shirt and saw it stopped at her belly button, she felt tears bubbling up in her eyes. It was useless. She tried to pull it over her head, but it got stuck around her chin. She growled before yanking it again. "Come on!" She exclaimed.

"Sam? Are you okay?" As if on cue, Lara stepped inside the room.

"No!" The producer answered, finally able to get free from her t-shirt from hell.

Lara rushed at her wife's side. "What's wrong, are you hurt? Is the baby okay?"

"The baby is fine." Sam waved Lara's concern away before sighing. "Not so sure about me..."

The archaeologist scanned her wife's body to make sure she was fine before noticing the state of their room. "What happened here?"

"I'm fat, that's what happened. I can't fit into anything." The filmmaker gestured toward the clothes with a pout.

Lara chuckled at the petulant look on Sam's face but quickly stopped when her lover glared at her with teary eyes. "Oh love, you're not fat, there's a life growing inside you. It's perfectly normal to take a few pants sizes." She moved closer and pulled Sam gently into a hug. "You're beautiful and I love you."

"We're married, you are contractually obligated to tell me those things." Sam mumbled into Lara's neck.

"I am not." Lara laughed freely this time. "I promise, you are gorgeous."

The producer sniffled. "Then why don't I feel like it?"

"It's the hormones." The Englishwoman pulled away enough to cup her wife's face, wiping her tears away with her thumbs before smiling gently. "You just need new clothes, it's something that can easily be fixed. Let's go shopping and find you something that fits, okay?"

Sam nodded and kissed Lara's wrist, just next to her small camera tattoo. "Okay." She puffed some air before stepping away and walking toward the door.

"Darling?" Lara stopped Sam with a fond smile on her face.

Sam turned around. "Yes?"

"You still need to get dressed before we leave." Lara told her, trying not to laugh.

The filmmaker looked down at herself and realized she was still in her underwear. "Oh, right..."

"Just take one of my shirts." Lara walked toward the closet and grabbed a black t-shirt and some old sweatpants. She helped Sam put on the shirt but when she kneeled down to help her with the pants, her wife took a step back. She looked up in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Sweatpants, Lara?" Sam asked, affronted. "Really?"

The archaeologist frowned. "What? It's comfortable."

"It's a fashion faux-pas!" Sam cried. "I've always sworn to myself that I'd be caught dead wearing that outside."

"But it's…" Lara pursed her lips, stopping herself from saying it was the only thing that fitted because she didn't want Sam to start crying again. "You need pants to go out." She said instead, her voice soft.

"I know that!" The producer's voice broke, tears ready to make an appearance again.

"Okay, calm down," Lara rubbed her wife's thigh reassuringly. "It's just for a couple of hours until we find you something else. I swear, I won't tell anyone we know."

A smile grew slowly on Sam's face. "You promise?" She tentatively stepped into the sweatpants.

Lara smiled back as she pulled the sweatpants up. "Cross my heart." She kissed Sam's belly tenderly.

The older woman beamed at the sweet gesture. Lara tended to kiss her belly and talk to the baby a lot more lately, especially when she thought she was still asleep. More than once, Sam had woken up to the soft voice of Lara counting stories about them, their family and friends to the baby. It was one of her favorite memories from her pregnancy, something that just the two of them, or well, three, were sharing. "Thank you."

The Englishwoman stood up and tied the pants low on Sam's hips. "Well, to be fair, I've never been one to share our life with every Tom, Dick, and Harry."

"No, I mean, for everything." Sam grabbed her wife's hands in hers. "For helping me, comforting me and putting up with my moods."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Lara kissed Sam's lips softly. She knew her wife had done the same every time she had been injured, so she was more than willing to return the favor. "Do you need help with your shoes?"

"Thank you but I'm pregnant, not handicapped. Although, I might reconsider your offer during my third trimester." Sam walked over a pair of flip-flops and slipping on them. She turned to look at her wife proudly but frowned when she noticed Lara's raised eyebrow. "What? We're in spring!"

"So you can wear flip flops but not sweatpants?" Lara asked, amused.

"Don't judge me, okay, I'm having a fashion crisis!" Sam said, grabbing a light jacket. "And I'm hungry."

The Englishwoman chuckled. "Okay, we'll stop on our way to the mall."

"You're the best. I love you." The producer kissed Lara's cheek before dragging her out of the room.

Sam was due in less than a month and she knew she should be resting, and yet, here she was, in the foyer, yelling at Lara after her last minute trip for being reckless and getting hurt once again.

"I don't know if you have such a huge ego after surviving so much that you think you can't die or if you still have a death wish and don't care if you live but…"

"I do care, I swear. It was supposed to be a simple exploration of a tomb, I didn't know it would turn out that way." Lara defended herself. "I told you I should stay here with you but you said it was just a week so I should go."

"Because you were like a lion in a cage!" The older woman exclaimed. "You were turning green from jealousy about this Carter Bell dude." She let out a long, exasperated sigh. "I wanted you a hundred percent with us for the last few weeks and not wondering what praises he would get for discovering a new artifact."

The archaeologist gasped. "I am not jealous of him. I am a better archaeologist than he is and we started doing documentaries way before it was a trend."

"Please," Sam rolled her eyes, knowing damn well her wife was jealous but didn't want to admit it. "The last time you saw him on TV you kept muttering that you did it first and you did it better."

"Because it's true!"

"Oh my god, Lara, we both know you're a goddess in your field, he's just the new guy. The hype will die down." Sam rubbed her belly as she felt the baby kick.

"But he's everywhere!" The Englishwoman huffed. "During our expedition, I told him not to touch anything in the temple but he didn't listen, how is it my fault?" She crossed her arms, almost petulantly.

"Listen, whatever happened there, it's done," The filmmaker sighed wearily, walking to the couch so she could sit and rest her legs. "But you have a family now and soon we'll be three. You can't dive head first into the danger anymore. I'm not saying stop exploring; I would never take that away from you but, please, just… curve the getting high on danger thing a bit." She frowned as she felt another strong kick from the baby.

"I already did, and I know you wouldn't take it away from me." Lara puffed some air, joining her wife on the couch. "I shouldn't have let him get on my nerves with his 'this belongs to a museum, Lara, not your private collection'.'' She mimicked his voice, full of disdain. "I just wanted to prove to him that I wasn't like that. You know me, you know that I only keep what the world isn't ready to see, what could put people in danger. I'm doing this to protect the world, not out of greed."

"I know," Sam took Lara's hands in hers. "And although it sounds a bit like you have a hero complex, you're not wrong."

"I don't have a hero complex!" Lara pulled away, standing up from the couch. "I was, I don't know…" She moved in front of the fireplace, staring at the flames for a moment. It might be the end of spring but the evenings could be chilly in the manor and since the pregnancy, Sam tended to get cold easily. "It doesn't matter, I'm here and I'm sorry…"

"Are you kidding me?!" Sam exclaimed.

The archaeologist turned around to look at her wife. "I am not!"

"No, not you. " The producer cried in pain, holding her belly.

"Sam…" Lara reached out, noticing the water on the couch and floor.

"My water just broke." Feeling the panic slowly seeping through her veins, Sam grabbed her wife's hand and squeezed it.

The Englishwoman stared at Sam's belly, alarmed. "But you're not due until three weeks."

"Well, I guess our daughter is also upset that her mummy was reckless." The older woman said through gritted teeth. She saw a flash of hurt in her wife's eyes and instantly felt bad for her comment. "Okay, I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, I…" She stopped, screaming in pain.

The cry of pain pushed Lara into action. She gathered her in arms, carefully lifting her off the couch. "Let's get you to the hospital."

"Oh my God," Sam wrapped her arms around her wife's neck. "We're gonna meet our daughter. I'm scared."

"I'm here, love." Lara kissed Sam's forehead as she rushed to the car. "Everything is gonna be okay."

Thankfully, the baby's delivery went well and when the doctor asked for a name, the mothers proudly said, "Camilla, Camilla Amelia Croft."

A few hours later, once the nurses were gone and Sam and Lara were alone in the room with their daughter sleeping peacefully in the bassinet, Lara started remembering the fight they had just before rushing to the hospital.

"I'm sorry." Lara sat on the side of Sam's hospital bed. "It's my fault if you went into labor early, I got you angry and…"

"Lara, no," Sam put a gentle hand on Lara's shoulder. "I pushed you to go. I should know by now that even when you're being careful, trouble finds you anyway." She sighed. "I just wanted you to have one last trip before everything changes. I know your career is important and you've already postponed a few projects to stay close to me during the pregnancy so…"

"Yes, my career is important but you two are more important to me, and ..." The archaeologist bowed her head, looking sheepish. "You were right. I am a bit jealous of the attention Carter is getting. It wasn't as easy for us but, he can have all the praises because I have something he doesn't, an amazing wife and a precious daughter."

"You're such a sweet talker." The filmmaker looked at her wife with loving eyes. "I love you."

Lara leaned to kiss Sam's lips softly. "I love you too and again, I'm sorry, I still feel guilty."

"Please, don't." Sam insisted, waving off the apology. "I've been feeling a bit off for the past few days, even before I knew you were hurt so I guess it was going to happen anyway."

The Englishwoman frowned. She had been unaware of Sam's sickness. "Why didn't you tell me when I called you?"

"Because I thought it was nothing and I didn't want you to rush home for no reason."

"You should have told me." If her wife had said anything about it, Lara would have taken the first plane to be by her side, the expedition be damned.

"I'm sorry but our doctor said Cam and I were fine. She thought it was just the apprehension of the due date. So please, don't beat yourself up, we're all okay." The producer reassured, glancing at their daughter. "Besides, I was tired of wobbling around the house. I was driving you, Kaz and Jonah crazy and god, poor Winston…"

The couple laughed until they heard the baby whine. Lara stood up and carefully took the tiny buddle in her arms, like it was the most precious thing in the world. She stared at her daughter with tearful eyes. "I didn't know you could feel that way…"

"What way?" Sam questioned.

"Like a part of you, of your heart, is living outside of your body." Lara gently stroked the baby's hair. "She's so beautiful and fragile… I mean, I already feel like a part of my heart is always with you but here, it's different…"

"I think it's called motherhood, I feel the same way."

Lara kissed Camilla's forehead tenderly and whispered. "I will always keep you and your mum safe. I love you." She smiled at the baby before looking at her wife, feeling so much love for the woman she had married and who had given her a child. "Thank you, for being my wife, for giving us this gift. I love you so much."

"I love you too." Sam yawned, smiling tiredly.

"You should sleep, love." The archaeologist softly told her, settling in the chair next to the bed with Camilla against her chest. "We're not going anywhere."

"I can't wait to go back to the manor." The older woman settled as comfortably as she could in the bed.

"Me too, now get some rest."

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Side Note: Why did I choose that name? For two reasons, one, as a little wink to the actress who for me, is the perfect Lara, badass and soft and two, for its meaning. In the Roman history, Camilla was the daughter of a king, sent away to work under Diana (goddess of the hunt, also called Artemis). She was an amazing warrior, described as the strongest living female mortal ever and she was known to run so quickly she could turn blades of grass into ashes."kāmil" is also the Arabic word for perfection. So all that convinced me to give Sam and Lara's child that name, because she's the legacy of two badass women and the perfect symbol of their love. Also, as she grows up, she would look a bit like Ella Gross.