"Morning baby doll. How's Daddy's girl this morning. How are you? Good?" Christine's, soft mewling was, to Booth a positive reply. "Yeah. That's my girl" he said as he lifted his daughter up and kissed her nose, her forehead, her cheek, her lips.

"Ooh, you feel heavy!" he patted the back of her nappy which was swollen. "Have you got Lake Michigan in here?" he said laying her on the change table. "I see Mommy fixed your clothes. Apparently the buttons go at the back" Booth grimaced at Christine. "and I had you in a day suit, not a sleep suit." his eyebrows raised as he unbuttoned the pale green sleepsuit that Brennan had changed her into during the early morning hours when she had gotten up to feed Christine.

"But we were OK, weren't we? Yes we were. We don't care if we wear our clothes to bed, do we? No. Daddy does it all the time. Yeah, he does." he winked at his daughter who was lying on her back, her little arms jerking in his general direction.

"I still can't believe you're here." he said dropping his face to her tummy and kissing her over and over. "You're even more beautiful this morning than I remembered." he said, running his fingertips across her forehead. "OK. I need to change this and take you in to Mommy" Booth stared at the diaper, frowning. "Huh. Apparently I had your diaper on back to front too. I'm sure this picture wasn't on the front of the other one. Oh well. I expect Mommy will give me a lecture about that as well. Never mind. It was our first time wasn't it? You survived, right? Sure you did." Booth peeled the tabs off and pulled the front of her diaper down, peeking over the edge, hoping that he wasn't going to have a repeat of last night. He let go a sigh when he saw it was simply wet. He slipped it out from under her tiny bottom and dropped it on the floor "I'll get that later" he mumbled as if Brennan was watching him, and pulled a handful of wet wipes out of the container and wiped her carefully, just as Brennan had instructed. He stood back and admired his handiwork as she pulled her legs up towards her tummy, curling up as if she was still in the womb.

He picked up the baby powder container and sniffed at it. "aaaaCHOO! A-CHOOO! AHHHHHHH. Oh Boy CHOOO!" he sneezed several times in a row, frowned at the powder and leaned backwards, turning his head as he sparingly sprinkled the white powder over her, then slipped a clean diaper under her and pulled it up between her legs. "Wait. Dammit I did it again!" He pulled it out from under her, turned it around and lifting her gently by her feet slipped it under her again, sticking the tabs down realising that it actually did fit her better this way, and grinned as he admired his handiwork.

"There. All clean" he said, as he redressed Christine. You know, I never got to do this with your big brother. Like I told you last night, he lives with his Mommy. I now know I missed out on so much. It was hard back then." Booth sighed and picked up his daughter and stood cradling her against him.

"His mother, Rebecca, that's her name, decided that she didn't want to be with me. It was a major kick in the guts, I can tell you. Like, that was my baby she was carrying. I wanted to be part of his life. I wanted to be part of hers. But she just." Booth stood staring at the picture on the shelving near the crib that she would eventually sleep in. "Anyway, I didn't get to even be there when he was born. I never got to feed him a bottle, change his diapers, or smell that new born smell, or change those revolting black poop nappies" he smiled kissing her head, inhaling her scent. "You do smell nice. Kind of milky and powdery. It's nice."

He was subconsciously swaying from side to side "I really didn't have much to do with Parker until he was well over a year old. Between work and Rebecca always coming up with excuses about me not being ready to look after a toddler on my own. But really, I could have tried harder. We both could have. It was just difficult, you know? There were feelings. Good ones, but more bad ones. But I've made up for it as best I can. I would have Parker come and stay for a weekend once a month. It was never enough though. I love him, and he loves me, but sometimes, it just doesn't feel like I've done enough.

And lately it hasn't been easy. They've moved away. I haven't seen Parker in months. I miss him Christine. He's my son. Your brother. But I still don't really have much say in anything. And I suppose I just go along with Rebecca to keep the peace." he said staring down at Christine who's solemn expression made him smile.

"I like talking to you. You're a really good listener." he said. "And you're right. I'm going to call Rebecca. Parker needs to come and meet his sister. And not when you're a year old either. I have to talk to your mother about this today."

Booth held Christine so that she was facing away from him. "So, what do you think of your room? I painted it myself" he said, proudly. "Mommy chose the colour. Not too stimulating, but not so calm as to stunt your curiosity in your surroundings. I just call it yellow." he said smooching the back of her head as he talked. He walked her over to the window, parting the peach curtains so they could look out the window. "Looks like a nice day. I might see if Mommy wants to sit out on the deck today for a bit. She's a bit sore and tired. Yesterday was a really big day. With you arriving and all. I think a nurse is coming to check on you both today too. Just to make sure you're both doing OK."

He turned and walked across the room, his toes curling into the fluffy rug on the floor as he walked her around the room showing her little things like the photo of him and Bones, and the assortment of teddy bears that they had received as gifts. He turned her back towards him and looked into her face. " I guess I should take you in to Mommy. She's lying in bed waiting for you. I'm going to make breakfast for her. So I guess, I'm actually making breakfast for you too, right? How do you like your eggs?" he joked snuggling Christine up to his neck, his elbow pressed against her bottom and his hand cradling her little head. "You're pretty floppy aren't you?" he said careful to support her as he bent down and picked up the dirty nappy. He pressed a toe on the pedal on the bin and dropped the wet diaper into the sterile liner that helped kill the odour. "I know Mommy was all bent out of shape about using these Pampers, but you're so little, I think those cloth diapers will be too big for you right now. Plus, I'm not sure I could use those. I'm only just working out the disposable ones." He dropped another series of kisses on her cheek and ear. "We can save the planet when you're a bit bigger" he whispered into her ear.

Christine made a tiny gurgling sound that he took as her agreement with him. He walked to the bedroom carrying her and grinned as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He and Brennan stared at each other over her head, their eyes locked, the love for each other not needing any words. Booth lay her in Brennan's arms and sat back, watching her release a breast and lift their daughter up to it. Booth grinned stupidly as Christine's mouth latched firmly onto Brennan's nipple and began sucking hard, making odd little gulping noises. He could have sat there all day watching that miracle, but there were things to do.

He laughed "She sounds like me when I drink a beer!" Brennan shook her head, smiling down at their daughter. Booth dropped a kiss on Brennan's head and stood up, slipping his feet into his slippers that were lying by the bed. Then turned and headed towards the door. "Christine told me she wants her eggs sunny side up, so I'll go make breakfast for you now." he said as he left the loves of his life in the bedroom. He could hear Bone's laughing.

"Now I'm a hot daddy, check it and see. We've got a baby, now I want two or three" he sang as he skipped down the staircase.

He stood at the kitchen bench and looked out the window at the day. The sun was shining, the grass was glistening with the early morning dew and a soft breeze was gently stirring the trees.

Booth grinned and started making breakfast for his girls.

My girls. yeah, I like the sound of that