Little Slice of Heaven

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Seeley Booth climbed the stairs leading to his apartment, taking extra care to not jostle the items he was carrying. He easily made it to the landing in front of his door, and turned to watch Temperance Brennan climb those same stairs, her steps much slower and he could tell she was fighting exhaustion and tired muscles. Placing his burdens on the floor beside the door, Booth fished for his keys to open the door. Behind him he heard Brennan speaking.

"You know Booth; I could have carried something for you. I'm not an invalid."

He turned and smiled his most charming smile at her, "You were; now it's my turn."

Her response was to roll her eyes, but a smile still spread across her face. Booth turned back to the door and pushed it in, ushering Brennan in before him. As she passed he couldn't help but admire her derriere and the way she walked made it move, a grin now gracing his face he bent to grab the items he brought up.

Booth followed Brennan over to the couch, where she gingerly lowered herself onto its soft surface, sighing as the plush stuffing enveloped her slightly. Stepping beside her, he dropped the bag on his left shoulder, a high pitched squeak coming from some item within it, and then carefully placed the other item on the coffee table.

Brennan eagerly leaned forward and pulled the soft blanket down to reveal to sleeping face of their son, Daniel Lee Booth. Pride, followed quickly by tears, filled her eyes as she stared at the little creature she and Booth had created together.

"Look what we did. He's beautiful." She said wiping the tears from her eyes. He was a full two days old and she still couldn't believe that he was finally here.

"I did good, didn't I?" Booth asked teasingly.

Brennan barely look up from her son before speaking, "I don't think you can take all the credit. If I recall correctly I was the one doing all the work."

Booth leaned over and kissed her still puffy cheek, "You did good too."

"Thank you."

Both parents watched their sleeping son for a few moments, not that there was much to watch, Daniel was firmly in dreamland and showed little sign of waking soon.

Brennan finally glanced up from Daniel and asked Booth, "What do we do now?"

"We wait for him to need something."

"Just wait?" she asked, clearly not seeing any benefit in that.

"Why don't you lay him in the bassinet and then take a nap yourself?"

"And what will you do while we're napping?"

"I've got some things to do."

Brennan sat for a moment, silently willing her aching muscles to move. From his seat beside her Booth asked, "Do you want me to get Daniel?"

She scooted to the edge of the couch cushion and slowly rose to her feet, "No Booth, I want to do it."

"Ok sweetheart."

It was easy enough to get Daniel unhooked from the carrier and safely wrapped in his mother's arms. Brennan placed his small body against her chest and walked them both to the bed room.

Before the big day, Booth and Brennan had ensured that all of the things to meet the baby's needs would be ready. She placed Daniel in the bassinet and picked up the small teddy bear Angela had given to them at the baby shower and placed it next to her baby boy. It was almost comical to see how close in size he was to the bear. After ensuring that he was still sleeping Brennan stretched herself out on the bed, to get some much needed rest. She would have never thought having a baby would drain so much energy.

Booth waited for several minutes before going to check on them. He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her already sprawled out on the bed and a light snoring noise coming from her. Daniel was still sleeping soundly, only occasionally twitching. Assured that his family was resting well, he went back to the living room to get some things done.

The first order of business was to call all of the family to let them know everyone was home and safe. First on the list was, of course, Angela.

She picked up on the first ring, "Hello?"

"Hey, Ang. Its Booth."

"Hey, How's Bren?"

"Fine. We came home about thirty minutes ago. She and the baby are sleeping right now."

"You love saying that don't you?"

Booth smiled into the phone, "You know it."

"Good. Let Brennan know that I am planning on stopping by later this evening to start spoiling my godson."

That got a laugh, "I'll do that."

After hanging up with Angela, he continued down his 'call list' and was nearing the end when he heard Brennan calling from the bedroom.

"Booth?"

He immediately got up from the couch and rushed back to see what was wrong. He found her sitting on the edge of the bed with the bassinet pulled close to the side, the baby was still sleeping.

"What's wrong sweetheart?"

"He's not crying."

Booth stood there a moment and tried to conceive a reason that would be a bad thing, "I know"

"Something must be wrong. Babies are supposed to cry."

"Bones, the baby is fine."

"But what if he can't breathe and that's why he isn't crying?"

"Bones, honey…"

"Remember Andy? He cried far more often than Daniel. What if something is wrong Booth?"

He saw the tears welling in her eyes again and crouched down beside her, "Sweetheart, I promise you the baby is fine…"

"How do you know?"

"Babies are user friendly. They let you know when something is wrong; they'll either cry or change colors…"

Brennan smiled slightly, knowing Booth was trying to cheer her up and was going to reply, but Daniel decided that that would be the moment he made his needs known and began quietly fussing. Brennan's facial expression told of her relief that Daniel was finally awake, and needing her.

"Booth will you grab the diaper bag? I put the feeding log in there."

After Booth left to grab the items she requested she turned to Daniel, who was busy letting her know with his small mewling whines that he was hungry.

"Ok Daniel, let's get you fed. We'll do it just like at the hospital, so there's no need to be nervous. Although I don't really know why you would be nervous, you're the one with all the instincts not me…"

From the doorway she heard a deep chuckle and turned to see Booth filling the doorway.

"Giving him a pep talk are we?"

Brennan blushed as she picked up the baby before responding, "I don't know what that means but babies need verbal and visual stimulation. Several of the infant care books I bought recommend talking to your infant as often as possible."

Booth smiled and walked farther into the room, "Or you can just admit that you like talking to your son."

Brennan strolled over to the padded glider chair they had situated in the corner of the room, patting Daniels back along the way and cooing to him.

When she was settled in the chair Booth could see Daniel was turning an angry red and his crying was growing more insistent. With him cradled against her shoulder Brennan quickly undid the buttons on her shirt and unsnapped the nursing bra, while Booth picked up the 'boppy' pillow and placed it around her waist. Brennan was still somewhat awkward at this feeding thing, so Booth stood nearby to help her out. Once Daniel was situated comfortably on the pillow he quickly latched onto his mother's breast and began feeding.

After some moments Booth watched with pride as Brennan successfully move Daniel from one side to the other without his help and quietly talked to the little boy. She seemed oblivious to his presence now, and so he could watch and enjoy the sight before him. This was a picture he thought he would never see, his wife, his Bones, feeding a child they had made together and looking happy about it. As he thought back to that night over a year and a half ago, when he finally admitted his feelings and she rejected him, and all the events that had taken place since, he couldn't help but feel blessed to be here and to have this moment. His eyes misted over a bit as he silently thanked his maker for giving him this little slice of heaven.

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