Spoilers/Timeline: Slight Reference to Slight reference to 4x25 The Critic in the Cabernet/B&B are in an established relationship.

A/N: Thanks to nicolemack for beta-ing!

Disclaimer: Bones doesn't belong to me. Title from Martina McBride's In My Daughter's Eyes


The autumn sunlight played in her hair and he laughed to himself remembering earlier tha morning when she'd raced out of their bathroom gasping, "Booth, is this a grey hair?" It had caught him off guard - her rare display of vanity - but he'd finally found his voice, reassuring her that it was, in fact, quite sexy. He hadn't lied. Even after three years together he still thought she was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. Sexy in ways probably even she didn't realize.

Like right now, pushing little Mirabelle Hodgins along in her stroller, talking with Angela as they walked, shoulders relaxed, work long forgotten. As if sensing his gaze, she turned and smiled at him before leaning around the side of the stroller to place a hat over Mirabelle's chestnut curls. He grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets as they continued towards the park.

It had been years since either of them had brought it up, but he could still see it. Especially, when they were spending time with Parker. Whether at his soccer games or kicked back at home bullying him to finish his homework before logging online, it didn't matter. He saw it in her eyes, the way she shook her head and laughed when Park begged for a slice of pie after dinner.

He knew it was more about them now - building a family, sharing their love. Passing down her genes and providing a progeny had fallen out of the picture long ago.

So why had neither of them brought it up? Perhaps he should mention it to her, see what she was thinking. Then again, this was Bones and she was nothing if not forthright. If she wanted to start a family she would tell him. She certainly hadn't been shy about it last time.

"Hey, watch where you're going." Her voice jolted him for his thoughts and he looked up just in time to see a woman ram her stroller into Mirabelle's. The woman shrugged unapologetically and continued down the opposite path. "Can you believe that?" She stopped, turning to look at him as the wind picked up, hair blowing across her face. "Mirabelle could have been hurt. Her child could have been hurt. What was she thinking? That she can just run into people because she has a large stroller?"

"Bren, it's fine. Look," Angela pushed the canopy back on the stroller, "she's not even crying."

"That's not the point, Ange." She crouched down and tugged the blanket out of the bottom basket of the stroller, quickly draping it over Mirabelle's little legs. "Children at this stage of development are quite susceptible-"

"Hey," he sidled up to her, arm falling across her shoulders, "we know. We've all seen what can happen..."

"I just... if anyone ever does that to our children..."

"What was that Bones?"

She turned, mouth lifting up as their eyes met. Her hand slid into his, fingers twining together as she glanced to the stroller and back at him, nodding. "Soon."

He grinned, their hands falling to the handle of the stroller as they began walking. He pressed a kiss to her temple and whispered the word back to her.

Soon.