A/N:Okay so I am starting what I hope will be a multi chapter fic. I hope you enjoy it, but beware, it has FLUFF. I wrote this because we see so much angst in the show nowadays. And yes, I know, completely implausible scenario but everyone loves to dream right?

Booth sighed and surveyed his immediate surroundings, wondering once more, how in the name of Holy God, he had ended up in this situation. He was in the Royal Diner sitting at the usual table at eight in the morning, a very normal situation except for the fact that there was a sobbing Angela holding his arm like a life buoy, across him sat a green and sickly looking forensic pathologist eyes shooting daggers at him and next to Cam was his beautiful and normally controlled partner shoving *sigh* pie down her throat.

"How?" he asked the Lord and sighed once more. There may not be any coincidences in a murder investigation but apparently, there were in his life. Hugely unbelievable coincidences that too, the kind that you would believe only happen on television. Oh, who was he kidding, this situation would be too unbelievable even for a b-grade soap opera.

Maybe if his wife wasn't so focused on beating the world record for the fastest eaten pie, she might be able to calculate the odds of this happening, but she was too engrossed to even look up at him and send him a sympathetic glance.

"Why are men such pigs Booth?" Angela sobbed into his shoulder, "All I ask Hodgie to do is put the toilet seat DOWN! You know it wasn't as if I asked for a kidney or something. All I ask is that the seat be put down so that when I go to pee at night, I don't get a rude shock, but nooooooo he won't! I know my husband is the one who is supposed to be the crazy conspiracy theorist but right now I know! I know that there is a giant conspiracy amongst the whole male sex to irritate their respective wives, girlfriends, sisters and mothers to death!"

The rest of the rant was slowly being drowned in her sobs as Booth turned to his Bones, who somehow managed to look beautiful even when her mouth was stuffed. The morning light coming in through the window was highlighting the ends of her hair, her eyes seemed lighter and her skin, oh her smooth, silky, ivory skin seemed to glow from the inside making her look like an angel. Yep, Boothy had it bad, he sounded like an overly emotional pre-teen girl with a crush. This spell Bones put him under would be his undoing. It already was, in fact. He was powerless to say no to the woman! Not that she would make him do anything unpleasant, oh, that was far from the truth. She was the one who had gotten them this far, she was his motivation, his faith and his love. She made him lose coherent thought and he found it irresistible. Booth swore, the look she gave him when she wanted to win an argument, that look could move mountains and start wars. He had no trouble believing that Helen of troy stated the Trojan War. If she was anything like Bones, hmmmm, Bones in a Greek goddess outfit…. Snap out of it Seeley! This was precisely what had gotten them into the current situation. His thoughts carried him back into the last couple of months, him and Bones, moving into their new home, christening virtually every horizontal and vertical surface in the place. He wasn't complaining about it though, he finally had what he had wanted all his life and he wasn't going to regret it for a moment. He was deliriously happy despite the odd turn the previous day had taken and he was welcoming the change with open arms.

"Dr. Brennan could you please move that pie away from me, I think I will throw up if I keep on smelling it." Cam asked politely, though with her nose scrunched up, still looking quite disgusted and nauseous.

"Mmmmhmmmm" Brennan mumbled and scooted further toward the wall.

No lecture about how it was natural to experience nausea in this state, no scientific mumbo-jumbo about olfactory sensations, Booth ruminated. She usually jumped at an opportunity to spout facts, Booth actually loved that she still did it despite having changed in so many other ways, but at present she seemed too absorbed by the task at hand. It wasn't like Bones to ever answer a question with an almost indiscernible 'mmmhmmm'. But then it wasn't like Cam to be disgusted by apple pie when she braved rotting corpses day after day and as emotional as Angela was, she wasn't the sort to cry on Booth's shoulder over toilet seats.

"You are so dead Seeley."

"But Camille! I didn't mean to break your weird dissection knives, I was happy and I suddenly got the urge to practice my amazing knife throwing skills!"

"You aren't exactly helping your case there, bucko. Didn't you kindergarden teacher tell you not to throw sharp objects around, specially in high tech forensic labs?"

"I'm sorry" Booth mumbled like a petulant child.

These were the 3 headstrong, intelligent, gorgeous women of the Jeffersonian medico-legal lab. They could make lesser men and women shake when their fury was unleashed. When they did their work they did it with passion. Booth respected and loved all three of them for it. He just hoped that someone would be around to help the next time he found himself alone with three pregnant females.

I am willing to beg like a puppy for reviews...It would really be great to get some feed back so I know where to go with the story.