I promise I'll get back to the other stories eventually. I'm a terrible updater. But this idea struck me and I think it's pretty awesome. FYI: they are having a girl, but the name of said girl has not been released to the general public yet, so I just picked the first one that came to mind that I could picture them naming their baby. It turned out to be a nice coincidence. Let's say for the purposes of this snippet that the baby is three or four years old by now.
Enjoy!
The Fact in the Fantasy
As she watched him snoring softly from the bedroom doorway, the only slightly logical thought that popped into her head was that she didn't want to wake him up. When he snored, although snoring was indicative of either allergies or a host of cardiac diseases, she knew that he was sleeping soundly. And between the serial killer they were searching for and Emily throwing tantrums every time she was left at the Jeffersonian's daycare center, sound sleep was something Booth really needed. She rethought her decision to wake him, but then she remembered his reaction after she had inadvertently told him their first child was a girl and thought better of her rethinking.
Brennan made her way to the bed and sat down on her side. She propped herself up against the headboard with her pillows and in the process shook the bed enough to wake Booth up. He opened his eyes blearily and brought a hand up to rub his face.
"Booth?"
He picked his head up slightly and searched for the source of his name.
"What's wrong?" he asked upon seeing her sitting up next to him. He sighed heavily and dropped his head back down to call in the reinforcements to shake the last of the sleep from his brain. Brennan stretched her hand out to his shoulder and rubbed it tentatively, not sure how to phrase her discovery. He peeked at her from between his fingers.
"I'm pregnant," she said.
He blinked.
Twice.
"Booth?"
"Am I dreaming?" he wondered aloud, and pinched his forearm to see if it hurt. It did.
"You are definitely awake. Are you okay?" she asked worriedly, reaching over with her other hand to feel his forehead.
"I'm fine," he said, pulling her hand from his head. "You're pregnant? Again?"
"I don't put much broth in store-bought pregnancy tests, but the nausea, weight gain, and breast tenderness are indicative of pregnancy," she told him, searching his face for any sign that gave away his present emotional state and finding none. "I can't tell if you're happy."
His sudden grin nearly split his face in two. "Of course I'm happy," he murmured. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her tenderly. "And it's stock, not broth."
"I know," Brennan grinned.
"I can't wait," Booth whispered.
"The logistics of raising three children are not promising," she pointed out. "Current scientific literature suggests that two children is the ideal number to produce, any more and we won't be able to use your parenting method of 'divide and conquer' to our advantage."
"We'll manage. Don't leave me out on the gender this time."
"I believe the term is sex, not gender. Gender is the role assigned to a child by society based on the child's combination of X and Y chromosomes," Brennan explained.
Booth stared at her for a second. "If we use Parker to divide and conquer, we can still squeeze one more kid into our production," he said with a grin. He kissed her again, this time far more suggestively.
Her quiet laughter shook his body. "It's impossible to fertilize a second egg if the zygote has already implanted into my uterine wall, which it would have had to do in order to signal the secretion of progesterone, the pregnancy hormone that is picked up by store-bought pregnancy tests to indicate a positive result."
"I love it when you talk science," Booth said huskily. And with that she surrendered the battle.