~Attentive~

Brennan shifted in a bid to find a more comfortable position, though this far into her pregnancy there was no such thing. A small pillow behind her back and her feet propped on the ottoman Booth had bought for her helped some, but ...no. She wouldn't be truly comfortable again until the baby was born.

Quiet from the other end of the house told her that he had succeeded in getting Christine settled down. Her bedtime was getting later and later, because Booth couldn't resist the little girl's pleas for 'just one more book' - particularly not since he'd returned home. They'd address that, eventually, but they'd decided to make these first few days after they'd left their jobs a break from routine for all of them.

He quietly stepped into the main living area, and moved toward the kitchen. "Can I get you anything, Bones? Tea? Water?"

"No, I'm fine. Is she asleep?"

"Yeah." He settled next to her, beer in hand, and gently ran his hand over her belly. "And good night to you, too, Tiger," he murmured. "You need to let your mom get some rest tonight."

The baby, quiet until then, moved, and gave a light kick. Brennan took Booth's hand and pressed it over where the movement had been, and watched him grin in response to the next, stronger, kick. The baby never failed to respond to his voice, and that fascinated her. Christine had been the same way.

He set the beer aside, and shifted so she could curl against him, her head on his shoulder. "Your back bothering you?"

"It's not bad."

"Still." He slipped his hand down her back, began a gentle massage.

She sighed in pleasure. "You know. You always know."

"That's my job."