A/N: So as it turns out, I ship Casher/Camisher/Quinille (whatever we're calling them) a lot harder that I first intended to... and thus, the below. Slightly AU season 2 (no messy Daniel Stinger backstory). Please enjoy!
They were still joined together, breathing heavily into each other's necks, her legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed her back against the shower stall wall, when she cautiously whispered into his ear.
"I think I'm pregnant."
Chuckling against her shoulder, he lifted his head and brushed a wet strand of hair off of her forehead.
"Sweetheart, I don't think it happens that quickly," he murmured teasingly, a smirk playing on his lips. Rolling her big coffee-coloured eyes at him, she gave him an uneasy look as she untangled her legs and sank down onto the bench recess they'd just utilised for their tryst.
"Fisher, I'm being serious," she stated softly, wrapping her arms around herself as if she was suddenly cold, despite the jet of hot water that was still spraying out of the showerhead. Fisher stared at her for a moment, and then reached out and shut off the water before stepping out of the shower stall. She watched as Fisher came back into the stall a moment later with a fluffy white towel in his hands, and he squatted before her so that he could gently wipe droplets of water off of her face. She fixed him with an uneasy gaze.
"Camille, what are you saying?" Fisher asked gently, patting down her hair and then wrapping the towel around the brunette's shoulders. Camille's lower lip wobbled as she let out a soft sigh.
"I'm late," she murmured shakily. "I've never been late, not like this. And I've been feeling really sick lately, and there's this metallic taste in my mouth that I can't seem to get rid of..." She trailed off as she looked up at Fisher, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I didn't know how to tell you," she sniffled. Fisher used his thumb to wipe a wayward tear off of her cheek, and then grabbed both of her hands to pull her to her feet. He wound the towel around her body before leading her from the shower stall, quickly grabbing another towel from the pile on the vanity so that he could wrap it around his waist. When he turned back to Camille, she was staring at him with an incredibly unconfident look in her eyes. The look was so far from the emotion Camille normally wore in her eyes that Fisher quickly stepped forward, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her with unbridled intensity. Camille was gasping for breath when he finally pulled away.
"Quincy?" she whispered, her eyes full of questions. Fisher couldn't help but grin; she only used his first name when she was completely unsure of what was going on. He tucked her hair behind her ear, and kept his hand rested on her cheek.
"Everything is going to be ok," he murmured reassuringly. Camille's eyes were saucer-wide.
"How can you know that?" she whimpered back. "I'm too scared to even take a test."
"I know, because we're in this together," Fisher told her. "It's just you and me, tough guy."
"Fisher," Camille hiccupped, leaning her cheek into his touch.
"I love you, Camille Engelson," Fisher said softly, and Camille took a hesitant step away from him. Fisher's heart skipped a beat.
"Camille?"
"Are you just saying that because I might be pregnant?" she asked hesitantly, and Fisher flicked his eyes around the bathroom and towards the hotel suite they'd been occupying since the night before.
"Engelson, I took you to dinner at the fanciest Italian restaurant in town, and made sure this very plush hotel suite was off limits to everyone but us for the entire weekend," he commented with a crooked smile. "What exactly did you think I planned to do with all that time?"
A blush crept across Camille's cheeks, and a small smile of her own tugged at the corners of her lips.
"All this, to say that you love me?" she asked, and Fisher held out a hand in a beckoning gesture.
"You're worth it, tough guy," he told her fondly, and Camille let out a shuddering breath as she bypassed his outstretched hand and instead wrapped her arms around him, burying her face against his chest. Fisher pressed a kiss to the crown of her head as he stroked his fingers across her bare shoulders. Letting out a shuddering sigh, Camille dropped a gentle kiss on one of Fisher's ugly bullet hole scars before she lifted her gaze to meet his.
"I've been burned before," she murmured. "We both have, I know. But when I'm with you, the past doesn't seem to matter."
"You trying to say something, Engelson?" Fisher asked teasingly, and Camille wrinkled her nose at him.
"I love you, you big oaf," she told him, and Fisher couldn't help the genuine smile that lit up his face. He shared another soft kiss with the beautiful girl in his arms, and then ran his fingers through her damp hair.
"How about we get dressed, and then visit a drugstore and pick up a pregnancy test?" he suggested gently. Camille gave him a sheepish grin in reply.
"There's a test in my bag," she admitted, the wrinkle that only formed when she was worried appearing between her eyebrows. "I've been carrying it around just in case my courage came back."
Fisher developed a devilish gleam in his eyes, and he used a finger to slowly push the towel Camille was wrapped in to the floor. Camille watched him with wide eyes as he dropped his own towel beside her discarded one.
"What are you doing?" she asked with trepidation.
"Bringing your courage back," Fisher rumbled, and Camille let out a gasp of surprise that turned into a laugh as he bundled her into his arms and carried her towards the bedroom.
A little while later, a fully dressed Fisher was gathering discarded clothing and other belongings off the floor of the hotel room when the door to the bathroom slid open and Camille emerged, a white stick clutched in her hand. The worried look was back on her face as she stepped back into the room. Fisher cocked his head expectantly, and Camille held the test out towards him.
"I can't look," she stated flatly. "Please, you have to do it."
Fisher pulled her onto his lap as he sank down onto the bed, and then prised the pregnancy test out of Camille's fist. Not looking at the result, he placed it on the bed beside him, and instead ran his fingers through Camille's towel-tousled hair.
"If you wanna run, now's the time," Camille quipped softly, and Fisher grunted softly at her as he pressed the tip of his nose against hers.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily, Engelson," he told her roughly, and Camille huffed out a soft sigh.
"Just do it," she murmured pleadingly, but she still let Fisher kiss her gently before he reached for the test beside him. Heart pounding in his chest, he held the test out so they could both see the result, and they both fell deathly silent. It seemed like it was a full minute before either of them let out a breath.
"Well, there it is," Fisher stated dumbly, still staring at the white stick.
"Oh God," Camille squeaked, and Fisher felt her start to quiver in his arms. She was clearly on the verge of hyperventilating. Fisher dropped the test and quickly cupped Camille's face in his hands.
"Hey, hey!" he soothed, stroking his thumbs over her cheekbones. "Breathe, sweetheart. You're ok. We're ok."
"It's... I'm... Oh... " Camille stammered, choking on her words as she fought for breath.
"It's ok," Fisher murmured back reassuringly. "I told you, tough guy, we're in this together."
Camille blinked at him for a moment, and then without warning suddenly burst into tears. Fisher instantly recognised that now was the time to just let her cry, so he pulled her close and rubbed her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. When she finally collected herself, she lifted her head and used her sleeve to wipe at her nose. Fisher grinned.
"You are one classy woman, Camille Engelson," he teased, and Camille punched him in the chest in reply.
"Shut up," she muttered. "That's no way to talk to the mother of your child."
"Mother of my child," Fisher mused. "I like the way that sounds."
Camille moaned as she climbed out of Fisher's lap and began pacing around the room.
"Oh Fishy, we're doing this all wrong," she groaned, blowing out a ragged breath. "I can't believe you got me pregnant." Fisher leaned back as he watched her pace, noting with a languid smile that Camille's hand had gravitated unconsciously to her abdomen. He watched as her fingers stroked absently across her stomach.
"Are you actually ok with this, Fish?" Camille asked hesitantly as she glanced at him, and Fisher cocked his head.
"Camille, I am completely on board with whatever you want to do," he told her, but he again felt his heart rate increase slightly at the thought that she might not be on the same page as he was. Fisher watched as Camille looked down at her stomach for a moment before she glanced up and gave him a wry smile.
"Right, so, baby it is," she quipped, and Fisher masked his relieved sigh by letting out a low chuckle. Camille's face suddenly fell.
"Aww, dude, I'm going to have to give up wine!" she complained, and Fisher gave her a bemused look.
"You know we're going to have to tell Maggie about us now," he commented, and Camille's jaw slackened as she buried her hands in her hair.
"Oh jeez, and Linus," she moaned. "He's going to have a conniption."
Now it was Fisher's turn to look surprised.
"How have we been dating for six months, and Linus doesn't know?" he asked, and Camille screwed up her face in embarrassment.
"We were trying so hard to keep it under wraps from Maggie," she explained, "so I figured the easiest way to do that was to keep it quiet in general. I mean, you know Kirsten knows, so of course Goodkin knows too, but I swore Kirsten to secrecy, and if nothing else, Kirsten's good for her word."
"So Linus really believes we're just friends?" Fisher asked disbelievingly, and Camille shrugged.
"For a smart guy, Linus can be pretty stupid sometimes," she commented. Fisher laughed as he got to his feet and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, nestling his chin into her shoulder as he flexed his hand across the span of her abdomen. Camille let out a shuddering breath as she tentatively rested her hand over his.
"I really love you, Fisher," Camille murmured. "I never hid us because I was ashamed. I hope you know that."
"Of course I do," Fisher reassured her, kissing her cheek. "But the secret's out now. No turning back. We're a family now."
Camille tightened her grip on Fisher's fingers.
"A family," she echoed. "After all we've been through, who would have thought I would like the sound of that so much?"
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