Okay, so new story. Haven't done one in a while, but I've had the idea for this one rolling around in my head for a while.

Hope you like it.

If you want more, please review and let me know!

Oh... and I don't own Bones:D

Exhausted was an understatement as they fell into bed that night. The week behind them had been extra busy for both the FBI and Jeffersonian, but the real chaos came in the form of a small baby girl sleeping just down the hall. Taking care of their new born was a labor of love, but this week in particular, the new parents were really feeling the labor.

Brennan had only been back to work for two weeks and was quickly discovering the transition wasn't nearly as easy as she had predicted. Between the separation anxiety of leaving her child at daycare everyday and demands of her job, she wasn't quite back to functioning at her normal standards. Actually, she was just happy to be functioning at all. For his part, Booth was doing his best to play super dad. After watching Brennan carry their child for nine months and having been limited in Parker's infant life, Booth was determined to fully participate in all parental duties this time around. However, as with the woman sleeping next to him, he was running on empty. Their life had become an array of dead corpse and dirty diapers with little to no sleep inbetween.

Tonight, though, if by the grace of God or some scientific product- their daughter was sleeping through the night.

Or at least she had been until four in the morning; when the slightest sigh came across on the baby monitor on the night stand. The sigh was then quickly followed by a loud wailing and in no time Christine wasn't the only one awake.

"Do you love me?" Brennan rolled over to Booth side; still half asleep.

Booth looked at her tired eyes but wasn't completely sure he wanted to play this game, "You want me to prove it to you?"

"If you're not to sleepy..." Brennan couldn't even fully get the words out before another mighty cry interrupted her. "She's hungry. There are some bottles in the fridge I just pumped last night. Get it."

"You get it," Booth knew this was a losing battle but he tried anyway.

"No, you get it," and with that Brennan pulled the blanket off of him; exposing him to the cold air.

Booth sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Fine. I get it."

He wandered down to the kitchen of their new home like a zombie and prepared a bottle for his daughter. Initially, they had agreed to take turns with getting up with Christine, but somewhere along the line they had lost the order. Now it was a match of who could come up with the best argument or who was feeling the most generous. The worst part was the actual getting out of bed, once they had made it to their daughter's nursery and calmed her down, it wasn't to bad. She was a beautiful baby, and more importantly she was theirs.

"Bones, what are you doing?" When Booth got to Christine's room he hadn't even noticed that she'd stopped crying. She was already nestled closely in her mother's arms and being cradled by the rocking chair.

"I needed to pump, so I thought I would just feed her," Her eyes met with Booth's. It was hard to tell if he was frustrated or happy with her, "You can go back to sleep..."

It was a tempting offer, but he decided to pass, "Nah, you know I'm already up. I can stay with you."

She smiled, "Thank you."

"To prove I love you and all..." He lightly jabbed before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"I love you, too."

"I was talking to Christine," He teased her some more before placing a light peck on her lips. "I love you."

It still made Brennan's stomach flip a little to hear him say that; she thought she would have been used to it by now as he told her at least once a day. Still it excited her, though, almost has much as it excited her to say it back. That part she was proud to have become routine. No hesitation or nerves, just love.

Once she was done feeding Christine, they settled her back in her bassinet and made their way back to the bedroom. It was still early enough that they could grab at least another two hours of sleep before having to be ready for work. But before they could even crawl back under the covers, their cellphones buzzed almost simultaneously.

"We got a case..." Booth couldn't remember the last time he was so unenthused about a case.

"Do we have to go now?" Only a couple weeks ago, these words would have never come out of her mouth. Not with possibility that her crimes scene or body could be disturbed. "What do we do about Christine? The Jeffersonian daycare facility isn't open yet..."

"Well... one of us can go now and the other can stay with Christine and catch up later."

"Okay," Brennan got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa Bones. Where are you going?"

"I'm getting ready," Brennan turned on the shower. "The Jeffersonian Daycare facility technically opens at seven, but you can probably take her a little early. And make sure you bring all the bottles in the refrigerator with you, that should last her the day and then-"

"No, Bones. No. No deal. I'm going to the crime scene. You're on daycare duty."

"What? Why?"

"Because I have to interview witnesses that's why. I'll call Cam and she'll take care of the crime scene," Booth began doing his best to herd her out of the bathroom.

"If the FBI needed Cam's expertise they would have requested her services, but they specifically asked for mine. You do the daycare duty."

"Bones. FBI crimes scene. I'm FBI."

"Fine. Then lets just take Christine with us then." It seemed like the rational practical move.

"Take our daughter to a crime scene? Bones are you crazy? You want our daughter seeing that kind of stuff?"

"Booth, she'll be fine. We can take turns watching her."

"Our two month old is not seeing a dead body, Bones."

"I'll make sure she is not in any significant proximity to the remains, Booth."

"...Fine."

So there you go. Chapter one.

I know it doesn't instantly start off with what you were expecting in the summary but the next chapter will be the jumping off point. This was the setup.

Anyone catch the little reference in the beginning? The Beginning? Huh huh?

Anyways, I hoped you liked it. I don't have kid myself (wayyy to young for that still) so I hope I'm writing them as parents well.

Review and let me know your thoughts. Things you'd like to see and things you wouldn't! I keep it all in mind.