Hi again, journal.

I… I don't really have much to say at the moment. I'm a little bit down.

That's an understatement.

Lance and I have been trying for nearly six months now, and nothing. And, if we're being honest here, I'm close to giving up hope.

Maybe I'm not supposed to have kids. That might be it. And I know that I'm being selfish, and it takes some people years to have children, and some can't even do that.

But, look at Angela and Doctor Brennan.

Angela got pregnant when Doctor Brennan and I were in the Maluku Islands and she never said she had any issues with it. And Doctor Brennan and Agent Booth… Christine wasn't planned.

And the worst part is, Lance is so supportive and I sit here moping all day. I feel like the worst girlfriend in the world. Anyone else would have left me – I probably would have left me.

I'm sorry.

I used to do this a lot when I was younger – usually I'm all happy and bouncy, but I do this sometimes. I just… I get caught up in my head.

I'm really unsure now, and that's truly scary. I wouldn't be able to tell whether or not I was pregnant anyway, not with the stress I make for myself.

I'm just upset all the time. And Lance avoids saying anything, because he's such a good guy. He doesn't want to go all psychologist on me, and so he's just there for me.

I'm not sure what we're doing wrong. Maybe it's nothing, maybe it's everything. The only thing I know is I'm not pregnant and I need to get to work.

Bye.

Daisy.

"What about this nick, here?" Angela zoomed in on a small mark on the bone, and Daisy sighed and looked at it carefully.

"The nick on the patella… I think it's accounted for. I'm not sure." she furrowed her brow and Angela raised an eyebrow.

"You're always sure, though, Daisy." Angela said, slightly dubiously. Daisy looked up at Angela, her eyes wide and her shoulders trembling.

"I – I – I -"

Angela's head told her to run, but her heart compelled her to stay. She placed her tablet on the table and she put her hand gently on Daisy's shoulder, watching as her shoulders rose and fell sharply as the tears began to flow.

"Daisy, what's the matter? Why are you upset?" Angela asked, and Daisy's eyes flicked up to her and she shook her head wildly.

"I… Don't worry, I'm okay." Daisy said, trying to regain some composure.

"You're not okay, Daisy," Angela said with a sigh, "so, come on." Angela led her over to the couch in her office and sat her down.

"What's wrong? Daisy?" Angela asked. Daisy looked down, clasping her hands.

"I just want a baby. I sound so stupid and selfish, don't I?" Daisy asked, her eyes flicking back up to Angela. At that moment, Brennan approached the door to Angela's office, a folder in hand.

"Miss Wick-"

"Give us a while, sweetie." Angela looked up at her and, while she was puzzled for a split second, Brennan nodded and left the office. Daisy's breath was coming in short, sharp hics and Angela turned to her.

"Daisy… Daisy, look at me." Angela said, gently. Daisy gave a large snivel before lifting her head to face Angela once more.

"Daisy… I know it's hard. But it will happen." Angela tried desperately to calm and reassure Daisy, but it was only a matter of seconds before Daisy's true fear became apparent.

"What if it doesn't? What if I'm not meant to have kids?" Daisy's voice became smaller than Angela had ever heard before, and she was taken aback by it.

She wasn't the one to fix this. She couldn't make Daisy feel any better – and she wasn't sure anyone could, in her state.

His eyes flicked over the words, and no matter how many times he told himself he shouldn't read it, he had to. She just lost more and more hope in the pages, and he couldn't help but read the last entry over and over again.

Maybe I'm not supposed to have kids.

As he read the passage once more, he heard the door open and he frantically replaced the journal and shut the drawer of her bedside table.

Lance stood from the bed and walked out into the main room to see Daisy walk into the apartment, her eyes red and puffy.

"Daisy?" Lance asked. Daisy snivelled and she dropped her head, and Lance rushed over to her and let her collapse onto him, tears falling again as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Lance, I – I don't – I can't – We…" Daisy broke down into sobs again and Lance held her tightly.

"Shh, shh…" Lance murmured quietly, feeling Daisy shake against him despite his hold. He gently edged towards the couch and helped Daisy down, sitting down first and watching as she curled up against his side.

Lance was sure there was no worse feeling than this.

He knew what was wrong with Daisy, but despite that, h didn't feel like he could fix it. Daisy continued to cry for another few minutes before the sobs subsided into hics, and Daisy's grip on Lance's arm tightened.

"I'm sorry." she murmured.

"Don't be." Lance replied, looking at the brunette beside him, reduced to tears over something that hadn't even eventuated yet.

"I'm being stupid." Daisy said.

"You're being human, Daisy." Lance replied, and Daisy's head flicked up to see him.

"What do you mean?" Daisy asked. Lance turned to her and sighed, clasping his hands.

"It's something you want, Daisy, and you're doing everything to try and attain it. It hasn't happened, and you're upset." Lance said. Daisy snivelled and rubbed at her eyes.

"I… I know." Daisy snivelled. Lance leant forwad and kissed Daisy on the forehead.

"It will happen. I promise you." he murmured, quietly. Daisy pressed her hand to his cheek.

"I love you, Lancelot." he whispered.

"I love you too, Daisy." he replied.