Warnings: Child birth
Word Count: 1257
Rating: Mature - adult concepts
Characters: Camille Wray and Everett Young
Author's Notes: Sequel to Desperation and Solution as requested by shena8 and kimmy4eytj . You don't have to read Solution to read this one if you prefer not to read explicit sexual content.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, not mine, just borrowing, yada yada yada.

He was woken by the door alert. His watch told him it was two am and he rubbed sleepy eyes and made his way to the doorway. He opened it to see Camile standing on his doorstep looking tired and bulky in an oversized shirt and borrowed sweatpants.

"If this baby isn't born soon I'm going to scream." She said. "My back aches, and my feet ache, and my bed is uncomfortable…"

"And what you really need is a back rub and a hug?" he asked her, cutting in to her complaint.

She nodded with a sheepish grin and he stepped aside, inviting her in. She waddled in balancing her left hand on her huge bump as she made her way to the couch. She sat on the couch and he sat down next to her, rubbing the small of her back with the heel of his hand.

"That is heaven." She said, closing her eyes ecstatically. "I knew there was a reason I chose you."

He worked his way up and down her lower back as she groaned in pleasure.

"Oh that's good."

He came to a halt and looked at her.

"Feet?" he asked, gesturing to her puffy feet and swollen ankles.

"Would you?" she sighed. "God I hope this baby decides to be born soon."

She shifted awkwardly round to swing her feet up into his lap and he started to rub the sole of one of her feet, pressing his thumbs into the arch of her foot and manipulating it gently. Her breathing softened as she relaxed. He rubbed one foot and then the other, for about five minutes until his thumbs got tired. Her eyes opened again as he stopped.

"Do you and Baby want to stay for that hug rather than go back on your own?" he asked.

She nodded gratefully, sliding her feet off his lap. He stood and helped her up and over to the bed. She clambered in, and he slid in behind her, putting his arm over her and resting it on her bump. She snuggled back into him, stealing most of the pillow and crowding him to the edge of the bed. He rolled his eyes and felt her relax into the hug.

"Budge over." He said.

"'Kay." She said already sleepy and made a cursory attempt to scoot over further.

He gave up and reached out and turned the light, replacing his hand on her belly, where Baby lay apparently sleeping. He lay awake for a while reflecting yet again on the weirdness of the situation of laying in bed cuddling the pillow stealing friend who was also the lesbian mother of his future child but he fell asleep before it got past the vague sense that this really wasn't how he expected to become a parent.

He woke immediately she gasped and grabbed at his hand. He propped himself up to look at her over her shoulder.

"Oh god!" she said.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I think that felt like…"

"A contraction?"

"I think so." She said breathing heavily.

"I'll call TJ." He said, sitting up.

She grabbed his arm.

"Not yet, I don't want to go if it's just wind or something. Even if it is I've got a while yet, we can get some more sleep, We've gone over this with TJ."

He looked at her, then lay back down and wrapped his arm over her. She leaned back into him. She seemed to go back to sleep but he couldn't and lay there, wondering what the hell was going to happen. Whether it would be a boy or a girl? Would she really let him be there like she had said?

About twenty minutes later she groaned again and this time he held her as for about twenty seconds she rode out the contraction.

The third contraction came about fifteen minutes on and from then on they seemed to be regular gradually dropping to about every ten minutes. He realised that there was a distinct wet patch in the bed. He sat up and turned on the light.

"I'm calling TJ, You've been having contractions for over two hours now and I'm guessing that wet patch it your waters breaking."

"Don't you dare leave me here!" she snapped. "I'm going nowhere, I'm staying here and having this baby in privacy, not in the infirmary with an audience.

He slid out of bed and grabbed the radio then walked over to the door and left it unlocked before walking back to the bed.

"Bridge team this is Young."

"Colonel?" It was Blake, one of the civilians assigned to monitoring the bridge.

"Can you have someone wake Lieutenant Johansen and tell her she's needed in my quarters."

"Is it time?" asked Blake. "Oh, that's rude, I'm terribly sorry, I'll let her know."

Young put the radio down on the bedside table. Camile was sitting up, looking anxious and he got back into bed, and put an arm round her shoulders.

"Hey, don't worry, this is all natural okay. TJ's coming."

"Don't you dare leave, Everett." She snapped.

"I'm not leaving." He said. "No way would I miss this."

The radio hissed and he snatched it up.

"Everett this is TJ."

"TJ, we've started."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, Camile's been having contractions for about two hours now, they're a bit more than every ten minutes and her waters are breaking."

"I'll be right there."

"The doors' unlocked."

TJ arrived two minutes later, tying her hair back from her face as she walked in.

"How are you feeling Camile?"

"Like I'm ready to have this baby." She said.

Everett watched and held Camile as TJ took a stethoscope and listened to Camile's stomach, pronouncing it a nice healthy heartbeat. He felt almost detached as he found himself helping Camile walk about, rubbing her back as she leaned against the wall and pouring her a glass of water, TJ coming and going and checking things on a regular basis.

It seemed to take forever, though it was only another three hours, before things started to speed up. He found himself sat on the floor, holding up a squatting, screaming Camile as she pushed as directed by TJ. It was the single most terrifying experience of his life so far, actions moving out of his control, seemingly never-ending, Camile swearing and yelling and leaving bruises where her fingers dug into him.

And then, suddenly, Camile was panting and TJ was laughing, and passing Camile a damp red bundle of tiny limbs that immediately started to scream. She let go of Everett and let him hold her up as she held the baby.

"He's got good lungs." Said TJ.

"It's a boy?" he asked.

"Well he certainly appears to have everything you'd expect of one." TJ said smiling.

Practicalities happened, cord and placenta and washing and then changing the bed linen, until finally Camile was ensconced back in his bed and he was in a fresh shirt, stretched out next to her on top of the covers.

He stared at Camile and the baby. The pregnancy that had proved incredibly so easy to conceive, the bump and pregnancy sickness and ailments he had supported Camile through to the best of his abilities as a friend for nine months. The baby he had agreed to have with his friend. His child, their son.

"Alexander." Camile said, quiet with exhaustion. "If you don't object, Alexander Wray-Young."

Finally, drained, exhausted but elated, holding his friend and his son, Everett cried.