So, here's a new one. And a big thanks to beaglelvr93 for betaing.
"Honey, you have to play the dices and then move the snails with the same colour, the dices show." Angela Montenegro sat on the ground in front of the little TV table in Hodgins' mansion with her three year-old goddaughter Emily Booth. She played the dices, which showed pink and blue.
"Now, I can move the…"
"Blue and pink one." The three year old screamed and her little brown curls jumped on her head as she nodded wildly.
Angela smiled. "Right, Sweetie. You've got it. Do you want to try it?" She asked as she moved the snails one field ahead.
"Yeah." Emily played the dices and got pink and yellow. "I bet the pink one wins."
She smiled a charm smile that she had definitely inherited from her father. Everything else was very much her mother.
"Yeah, could be true."
"Aunt Ange, I wins. This game's too easy. No big girl game." Angela had to laugh out loud at this comment. The girl was on this 'big girl' trip since Parker once told her that he wouldn't play with a 'Baby' like her.
"Not funny! I'm too smart for it" She crossed her arms across her breasts, bit on her lower lip and sent her the evil eye.
"No, it isn't funny. Sorry, Emily. But I bet that you only chose pink because it's you're favourite colour." Angela sent her an encouraging smile.
"Probably" Mischief crossed her face for a single moment.
"And we haven't even finished the game. The blue and the yellow snail could still catch up."
"I s'ppose" Emily let her arm sink again, but wasn't quite satisfied since she had hoped she'd already won the game.
Angela just wanted to answer when the doorbell rang. "Oh, that might be your daddy."
"Daddy?" Her goddaughter jumped up and ran across the hall to the entrance. Angela groaned as she slowly left her place. She wasn't as fast as the little girl anymore since she was seven months pregnant and had to carry this huge belly around.
"Sweetie, wait for me. I can't walk so fast. Don't open the door alone!"
When she had finally reached Emily and the door she opened it to find Booth on the other side.
"Hey Booth, come in."
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Booth's daughter jumped around his feet.
"Do I know you?" he asked while lifting her up in his arms.
"Course, Daddy. It's me Emily."
"Doesn't ring a bell." he winked at Angela who observed the scene beaming.
"Daddy, I'm your daughter!" She told him, most offended.
"I have a daughter?"
"Sure, her name is Emily Christine Booth."
Booth shook his head and had to work hard to keep a straight face.
"Your little princess." It was her last try. How could her own father not remember her? That was rude!
"I think I've heard of her. But I'm not sure yet." He had her in between one arm and his own body and used his free hand to point at his cheek. Emily giggled and kissed him there.
"Now, I remember. My little Emily. Who was with her aunt Angela today."
"Yeah, Daddy. You got it!" She showed him a thumbs up as he sat her on the ground again.
"And have you been nice?" He asked more addressed to Angela than to his daughter.
"Like an angel. Right Emily, you're always nice to me?!"
"Then you know another Emily than I do." He teased again.
"I'm nice. But Daddy, Aunt Ange's baby isn't nice." She hold her head so that could look up to him in a precocious manner.
"Why? It can't be mean. It's still so small and is sleeping in her belly."
"It kicked her, even me."
"How rude." He commented ironically, Emily nodded approving oblivious to the irony.
"But princess, you kicked Bones all the time."
"No true" She tried to convince him. "I never hurt Mommy."
"Sweetie, it doesn't hurt. And I can assure you that you kicked in your Mommy's belly. I felt it like you felt little Jack this afternoon." Angela came down to look Emily straight in the eyes. The little girl was quite shocked that she would do something that evil. "It's nothing bad."
"Really?" She made big unbelieving eyes.
"No, your Mommy liked it. And I like it when little Jack does it."
"Little Jack?" Booth wondered from behind Emily, disbelief in his voice. "Really creative."
"It wasn't my idea. I want to call him something special. Like Grayson."
"My son won't have such a name." A voice came from the staircase in the hall as Hodgins came down.
"Hey Booth!"
"Wasn't your Fiji husband's name Grayson?" Booth recalled.
She shrugged. "But it has something exotic, hasn't it?"
"For you, Angie. Associating something?"
"There's no-one compared to my Hodgy." A charm smile later - this time from Angela - Hodgins was pacified.
"So, FB-Eye-candy, had you and Bren fun? Made a lot of little Booth-babies, today?" Booth instinctively put his hands above his daughter's shoulders. "Angela, there's a child in the room! And a forensics meeting is not really my understanding of fun. It was exhausting. That is why Temperance isn't here."
"Or because of a ride on the Booth-"
"Angela!"
"Okay, okay." She gave in while Booth took his hands from his daughter's ears. Angela just loved to tease him. "You two just should have a lot of babies. This material shouldn't be wasted."
"Daddy?" A little voice called.
"Yes, princess?" He bent forward to her.
"Mommy gets a baby?"
"No. Aunt Angela was talking weird." He whispered. "We better get going."
"Carry me?" She held her arms up.
"You're pretty heavy." Emily showed him her puppy face. "But I'll carry you anyways." He picked her up again.
Hodgins laughed at the heavy comment. "You have no idea of heavy until you pick Angela up" He mentioned still laughing.
"Wrong comment, squint!"
Angela looked at him angrily. "Jack!" She yelled as Emily interjected a "Show time."
Booth laughed. "C'mon Em', we're heading home. Mommy's already waiting for us. We'll let Uncle Jack and Aunt Angela talk about this alone."
"Fine, Daddy." She said and snuggled into her father's chest.
"Thanks for taking care of Emily, you two!" He told them before opening the door to leave.
When he had reached the car, his girl was almost sleeping.
"It's nice with Aunt Ange and Uncle Jack. They're funny!"
"Good on you." Booth sat her in the child car seat and pressed a kiss on her forehead. She would be sleeping as soon as he had left the gateway (or rather as soon as he would pass the tennis courts).
"I love you, princess."
"I love you too, Daddy." With that he sat down in the driver's seat to drive to his lovely wife.