Like so many of you, I was devastated by the season premiere (finale for me) of Bones. I'm a huge John Francis Daley fan and I cannot believe they had to kill off his character.

In my grief, I decided to publish my first little Drabble as a way to comfort myself. I hope you enjoy! I teared up a tad so you may need a tissue.

"I can't believe how big he's gotten," Seeley Booth said looking down at the round face of the curly haired newborn.

Baby Lance was nearly four months now and Booth and his wife Temperance Brennan were at Daisy Wick's apartment for their weekly visit. The couple made sure to see Daisy at least once a week ever since she had left the Jeffersonian for her maternity leave. Next week she was starting her next rotation in the lab as well as resuming her courses for her doctorate. Booth would be taking care of Baby Lance every Monday night so Daisy could spend the night on her studies. As the child's Godfather he had insisted on the regular babysitting session.

"Yeah," Daisy said in a whispered voice before perking up. "He's also getting ready for rice cereal and rolling over from his belly to his back. Tummy time is also a personal favorite of his."

Despite the challenges of being a single mother, Daisy had adjusted well. She was overjoyed by the birth of her son and never hesitated to tell others about her love of motherhood.

Attention shifted back to Baby Lance who was laying on a play mat as Booth and Brennan talked with Daisy. The brown eyes of the newborn were focused on a small mirror that was propped up in one corner of the mat. He would occasionally babble at his reflection.

"He does this all the time," Daisy explained. "He loves to hold conversations with himself."

Suddenly the baby's eyes shifted to the empty space directly above his head. The child smiled and began to wiggle about. He started to giggle with glee.

Brennan looked at the child with a smile before turning to Daisy. "Does he always get this excited over nothing?"

"Oh, that's just Lance," Daisy replied casually.

"We're well aware of his name, Daisy," Booth joked.

"You misunderstand," Daisy said. Her voice turned softer as she smiled at the baby. "When I was a kid, my mother would tell my that when babies laughed at empty space it was because they were so pure they could see the angels and the angels were playing peek-a-boo. It's my Lancelot. He's playing peek-a-boo with his son."

Booth sat back on the couch and put his arm around Brennan. It was silent as the three watched the boy play with his angel.