The Nerf War

"Hey Bones! I'm home!" I yelled as I walked through the front door.

"Bones!" Now I was panicking. Was she home? She did call me to say she was coming home early. No. She's home. She just hasn't come so she can't have heard me, I say to myself.

I started making my way to the kitchen to get a beer. It'd been a long day, what with having Daisy trudging around behind me, instead of my Bones.

"Aaaaaaaaaaarrrggghhhh!" was all I heard before I was pelted with little yellow foam balls.

"I'm Scarredface!" she said as I was pelted with more balls.

"Scarface, Bones. You're Scarface. Where did you get that?"

"I was at the toy store with Angela and Michael and a sales person was demonstrating them. Micheal got so excited I thought he was going to asphyxiate." She explained. I looked at her with amazement. I never thought she'd be the one to buy toy guns. I always thought it would be me.

"Well, a baby's laughter is a beautiful thing, Bones, when they're not choking."

I spied a TOYS'R'US bag and walked over to it. There were 2 more guns inside. "Bones, what do we need 3 for?" I said as I started toward the couch. I'm gonna need that for cover, in about 3 seconds, I thought.

"For when the baby comes, so she'll be able to play as well," she said it like I'd asked a stupid question.

I aimed my gun and hit her square in the chest with a few foam balls then ducked. She ran for cover behind the doorway and only appeared when she was going to shoot me. I never thought I'd be here with the love of my life, having a nerf war, but here I was.

When she hid behind the door for the 100th time, I snuck up to the door so when she turned, she'd fall right into my arms.

Three. Two. One.

When Bones turned she wasn't expecting me to be right there and fell directly into my arms, just as I had planned.

I kissed her like there was no tomorrow. When we parted I looked straight into her beautiful blue eyes that always weaken me in the knees.

"I love you, Bones. You know that right?"

"Yes, I do. I believe you tell me at least 10 times a day. I love you too, Booth." Those words melt my heart until its just a pool at my feet.

"We should get some dinner," I said, forehead still pressed to hers, still looking in her eyes.

"You always think about you're stomach, Booth."

"I think I remember you mentioning that at one stage or another," I say with a cheeky grin, "But our baby needs some food too."

"Thai?"

"Thai?"