A/N: I overheard my teenage daughter and a couple of her high school friends reading some kiddie books we still have on a shelf out loud to each other the other day. They were laughing and having a good time making silly voices. If you've ever had the experience of reading the same book to a toddler, over and over AND over again, you'll appreciate how the nursery rhymes can get stuck in your head, just like the lyrics to that song you don't want to sing. Since these children's rhymes now seem to be stuck in MY head, I thought I'd share them with B&B. With luck, maybe they'll stick here and leave me alone.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing Bones related except my imagination.

'Is your mama a llama?' I asked my friend Fred.

'No she is not' is what Freddy said.

'She has a long neck and white feathers and wings. I don't think a llama has all of those things.'

Brennan listened to Booth reading a bedtime story to Christine as she put away the last of the dishes from their dinner. She could hear him modulate the tone of his voice up and down for the different characters in the story, making Christine giggle at some of his sillier voices.

'Is your mama a llama?' I asked my friend Clyde.

'No she is not,' is how Clyde replied.

Every now and then, Christine would join in and say the lines with him in her sweet sing-song voice, having heard the story enough times now to know most of it from memory.

Drying her hands on a dish towel which she then folded and placed on the counter, Brennan wandered out of the kitchen and stood in the doorway watching her husband and daughter snuggled together on the couch reading the story. Looking at Christine, dressed in her favorite bubble gum pink Princess Elsa pajamas, nestled up against Booth, wearing a simple black t-shirt, sweatpants, and slippers, she was almost overwhelmed with emotion as she thought about how much she loved them both and how much they enrich her life.

'Is your mama a llama?' I asked my friend Llyn.

She could remember a case she and Booth worked on early in their partnership where a man's son had been kidnapped. She'd seen the fear, suffering and heartbreak the father and son felt and she'd asked Booth about Parker and whether the experience of loving someone like that was worth the potential pain. Booth had assured her it was worth every minute, but she still hadn't been able to understand it.

'Yes you are right,' I said to my friend.

'My mama's a Llama!' And this is the end.

However, now … now she knew exactly what he meant. Despite all the bad things she'd seen in her life, she couldn't image a hell she wouldn't willingly walk through just to be able to share in the simple moments like these with Booth and Christine. She loved them both so completely and nothing could ever make her regret finally letting Booth past the walls she'd erected around her heart as a teenager.

"OK, Christine, it's time to brush your teeth and tuck in to bed." She said, walking in to the room and scooping her daughter up in a hug while brushing a kiss across the top of her head.

"One more story? Just one more? Pleeeease?"

"Nope. Not tonight young lady. You've already had 3 stories and it's past your bedtime. Kiss Daddy goodnight and let's go." She set Christine down on her feet so she could give Booth a goodnight hug and kiss, then mother and daughter walked down the hall to the bathroom, hand in hand.

Potty done, teeth brushed, hands and face washed, hair combed, and about a dozen hugs, kisses, and giggles later, Christine was finally settled into her bed for the night. "G'night Mommy."

"Goodnight sweetheart. I love you." Brennan turned out the light and gently closed her daughter's bedroom door.

She wandered back in to the living area and found Booth still sprawled on the couch where she'd left him, watching a college football game on one of the sports channels, TV remote in one hand and the other hand resting on his stomach with the tips of his fingers tucked under his pants waistband. Brennan ambled over to the bar to pour herself a small glass of wine and her husband a scotch before joining him on the couch.

"I'm going to be forty in a couple of years Booth." She blurted out suddenly after a few minutes of watching the TV with him.

Booth looked at his wife out of the corner of his eyes, not sure what prompted that particular statement or how he was expected to respond. Was she worried about experiencing a mid-life crisis? Bones didn't do anything like normal people and the thought of her having a mid-life crisis was a little bit terrifying. "OK. Are you hinting that you want to buy a fire-engine red convertible and run away with a 23-year old piece of eye candy?" he joked cautiously.

"No." she smiled and shook her head, rolling her eyes at him. She recognized the term eye-candy from comments Angela had made so she understood what he was saying. "Based on my exceptionally favorable response to your little strip-tease the other night, you shouldn't have any doubts that I'm perfectly satisfied with the eye-candy I have right here at home" she replied huskily, leaning in to him and lightly caressing his chest on top of his t-shirt with her nails while gently kissing and nibbling on his lips.

"Good answer Bones, because I wouldn't let you go. I'd track you down and come after you." Booth replied seriously. "You mean everything to me and I'm never giving you up."

For a moment, they just stared intently into each other's eyes. Both communicating and acknowledging how much they love one another without needing to say any words.

"However," she eventually said softly. "There is something I would like."

"And what's that?"

"Another baby."

Booth was stunned speechless and for a few seconds, his mind literally went blank. It was just like that other day almost five years ago now when she'd first told him she was pregnant. Bones could probably explain to him all the physiological reasons why he suddenly felt a little lightheaded, why his breathing seemed to get a little shallower, and why he felt incapable of stringing two words together to make a sentence for a moment. But Booth didn't care about the scientific reasons. Like before, he was thrilled. Euphoric even. He just needed a couple minutes for his system to get over the shock.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" she asked nervously, unsure how to interpret his silence.

"I'm not exactly sure what to say. I've never actually planned for having a baby before. They always just kind of happened" he reassured her with a smile, reaching up and caressing the side of her face tenderly.

"Are you opposed to the idea?"

"What? No. No. Not at all." Booth sat up fully on the couch, killing the TV and turning to face Brennan directly. He took both her hands in his and gazed into her stunning crystal blue eyes. "Look Bones, I love you. I love you, and Christine, and the life we've built together. I think you're a wonderful mom. Just remembering how beautiful you looked when you were pregnant before and thinking about getting to see you that way again, about having another baby with you, I don't have the words for how happy that makes me feel." Again, he leaned forward and placed tender little kisses on her brow, her cheeks, and finally her lips.

Brennan couldn't restrain the huge smile that took over her face as they parted, but still she persisted "Are you sure Booth? We've never really talked about more children although I have thought about it off and on. Christine obviously took us by surprise, but then there was Pelant, and the Ghost Killer, and the FBI conspiracy and it always seemed like something was happening that made it seem like not the right time to bring it up. But, there's nothing holding us back now. I just … I love you and Christine so much. We're a family Booth, a real family. I love that. Plus, I think it would be beneficial for Christine to have another sibling. I mean, Parker's a wonderful big brother, but unfortunately, she doesn't get to see him nearly enough. None of us do."

"Yeah, I know. I imagine the time you've been spending with Daisy and helping her with her new baby has probably brought back some sweet memories of when Christine was littler too. Waking up those baby urges, huh?"

"That's true. While I feel very maternal towards our daughter, there's definitely something heartwarming about holding a newborn infant in my arms and … well, truthfully, I miss that … I want to experience it again."

"Too bad we just gave all of our baby stuff away, huh?"

"Daisy needs those things for little Seeley Lance and we can afford new things much easier than she can Booth. She's a single mother living off an intern's income while money is not an issue for us."

"I know Bones, and you're right. Daisy and her baby need those things more than we do. I'm just amused by the irony of it." Booth responded, giving a little squeeze to her hands that still rested in his. "Bones, I'm all in, okay. If you want another baby, then I promise, I'm more than willing to do my part." With a lecherous grin, he asked "what do you say we go to our bedroom and just, you know, make sure we haven't forgotten how it's done?"

"Forgotten since just this morning?" she asked surprised before realizing he wasn't serious. "Oh, you're teasing me. Well, in that case Special Agent Booth, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Lead the way."

He stood up, pulling her to her feet, and they walked arm in arm towards the room and the bed that they shared, both looking forward to some gentle lovemaking.

A little while later, as Brennan lay with her head on Booth's shoulder, idly letting the tips of her fingers gently caress Booth's bare chest as they enjoyed the simple intimacy of holding one another in the aftermath of their loving, Booth continued their earlier conversation. "So Bones, when were you thinking of starting to try to get pregnant?"

"I'd like to start soon as it may take a while Booth. It could take anywhere from a couple days to a couple months for my body to start regenerating the hormones necessary to stimulate ovulation once I stop taking my birth control pills. Then, once I'm ovulating again, it could still take several months to actually conceive. We may potentially need to consult with a fertility doctor given my age."

Booth hopped out of the bed, grabbing a pair of boxers off the floor and tossing a t-shirt to Brennan. "C'mon Bones."

"What? Why? Where are we going?" she asked after slipping the shirt over her head and grabbing his outstretched hand.

Booth pulled her along behind him into their bathroom. "OK Bones. Let's just get rid of your pills right now," he said, opening her pill container and starting to pop the pills out of their package so he could toss them in the toilet.

"So, we're really doing this?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of excitement.

"You bet we are. Is this the only package, or do you have more?"

"No. That's my only one." The partners dropped her remaining pills in the toilet and watched them disappear, flushed away, before embracing one another again, each with matching grins on their faces.

A/N: To give credit where credit is due, the book Booth was reading to Christine is "Is Your Mama a Llama" by Deborah Guarino, Scholastic Press, 1989.