AN: I don't own Bones. Okay this is the sequel to Daylight, it is not vitally important for you to read that first but you can if you want. The only difference from Daylight is that Daisy is pregnant instead of Cam in this story.

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She's survived the hardest obstacles that she has ever been faced with and now he is home, out of the jail, and happy. At least that is what she thought. Ever since Booth returned home he hadn't quite been himself and he seems to be still suffering from problems that she thought had subsided when he left his crumbling cell. She was wrong and now it was up to her to help her husband fight his demons and return to what once was a happy life. This task is tougher then any of the murders that she has previously solved especially with a new born thrown into the mix. Will Bones and Booth yet again be able to settle down and enjoy the finer things in life or will they never recover from changes that have come and taken away all of the light. The Sequel to "Daylight". SEASON 10, AU

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CHAPTER ONE: I Know When Something's Up

I roll over in bed and look at Booth. He was obviously having nightmares again; they had ceased to stop ever since he had been released from jail. I cuddle my face up to his chest and run my fingers along his arm. He seems to settle and rest against me; the nightmares must have died down.

He kept denying that he was having nightmares and that he wasn't okay. He pretended that everything was fine but I knew that it wasn't. Every time I talked to him about it he ignored me and changed the subject. I love him and I wanted the best for his wellbeing but I couldn't do anything to help if Booth was going to pretend that I wasn't there. I had talked with Sweets yesterday and he said that he thinks that Booth may be suffering from a bit of posttraumatic stress. I tried to bring that up over dinner last night but Booth pretended to be really interested in some baby clothes shopping that Christine and Parker had done with Daisy and Sweets instead of listening to me.

Sweets, an FBI Psychologist and a very close friend, is having a baby with his on and off girlfriend soon and they were trying to prepare in the best ways possible. Booth and my children got along really well with Sweets so they insisted that they go baby supply shopping with him. So far they had been to practically every baby supply shop in the whole of Washington DC and I had a feeing that they weren't going to stop anytime soon.

"Hey Bones" Booth whispers softly as he looks up at me. I was nestled close to his chest.

I smile at my husband "Good morning Booth, did you have a good sleep?" I ask.

Booth just nods, obviously lying, "Yeah it was great" he replies despite the dark rings that surrounded his eyes. They were obviously a sign of lack of sleep. "How about you?"

I shrug "Yeah, sleeping is a lot better ever since you came back from jail, I never could get to sleep when I wasn't sure that you were safe" I reply.

Booth smiles and kisses my neck "Well I'm fine now Bones" he replies.

I roll on top of him "I know that" I reply truthfully as I press against my lips with his.

I quickly tighten my belt around my loose blouse and pull up my cream coloured jeans. I was ready to go to work.

"What are you doing today?" I ask my husband.

He just shrugs as he buttons up his red and blue striped shirt and pulls up blue denim jeans. I see a glint of sadness in his eyes as he closes the cupboard on all of his suits. I knew that he secretly longed to get into the suit and do up each of the buttons as he had done every day for the past ten years. It had become habit, which had worked its way into the reality of Booth's everyday life.

"Are you going to go talk with Caroline again?" I ask.

He just shrugs and ignores me. I watch as he walks out of the bedroom his shirt clad back facing me. I knew that he was upset but he was beginning to seem plain rude.

I walk into the kitchen to see Booth chewing on a piece of burnt toast, the kids were both eating the same thing. One of the pluses to having Sweets over was that he thrived on cooking breakfasts but he'd most likely be over at Daisy and his apartment now cooking his girlfriend a hearty meal while I was left to eat burnt toast. I sit down at the table and a look at the piece of the toast that was hastily buttered and left on the plate in front of me.

Booth is a good cook, I am not denying that but ever since he came back from jail he never seemed to make the effort to cook up a nice meal for the family. I am useless in the kitchen and even after many online recipes the pancakes I make for my children and husband are no where near as good as the ones that Booth and Sweets could whip up. I would just have to make do with burnt toast for now because I knew that when Booth was sad or angry his cooking didn't benefit at all.

I look at the children who were breaking their pieces of toast into little pieces instead of eating it.

"Hey you two don't play with your food," I scold.

Christine shrugs "It tastes like dog poo" she cries.

I shake my head "Excuse me when have you ever eaten dog food?" I ask.

"I've stepped in it and it looks and smells just like when is on Parker and my plates," she laughs.

I just shake my head "Your daddy made that" I tell her.

Christine just shakes her head "Daddy used to make yummy food not yucky toast agree Parker?" she asks as she elbows her brother.

Parker nods "Yeah, dad and Sweets. Remember when Sweets made all of those different flavoured pancakes?" Parker asks.

Christine nods "Yeah chocolate chip were my favourite" she laughs.

Parker nods "Well raspberry took my fancy most though" he laughs.

The two kids giggle and then look back down at the toast in order to continue tearing it up.

I look over at Booth who recoiled as soon as I laid my eyes on him. He hid behind the newspaper, which he was holding up in front of his face.

"Booth are you alright?" I ask.

He doesn't say anything and doesn't take his eyes off of the paper even for a spilt second.

"Dad's been weird this morning" Parker cuts in.

I shake my head "He must just need a break for a bit, leave him alone you guys" I tell them.

The kids just hurry into the other room in order to get ready for school and kindergarten.

I move closer to Booth and lay my hand on his shoulder.

"Do you want to talk to me about something?" I ask.

He just pulls away from me "No!" he snaps angrily.

I recoil feeling hurt but hit the newspaper and knock it out of his hands. Our eyes meet and I see his well with pain.

"I know when something's up" I reply.

He nods and looks at me and then he lets a tear fall. I just watch him cry and slowly work my arm around his shoulders. This time he doesn't knock me off he just leans against me. I can tell when loved one's are hurting, we all can.

AN: Hope you enjoyed that. Please review and tell me what you think!

I'm starting a new Modern Family crossover about Brennan, Angela, Claire and Gloria all bumping into each other at a coffee shop and discussing life's greatest issues. It should be up soon and if you are a Modern Family fan I would encourage you to check it out.

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