AN: I don't own Bones. Thanks guys for all of the positive feedback over the past chapter. It was great and inspiring, hope you enjoy chapter 2!

CHAPTER TWO: Clinging On

I slowly stroke Booth's shirt clad back. I move my hand back and forth in a continuous repetitive motion. His sniffles were still there and I could feel the shoulder of my shirt soaking them up.

"So what happened?" I ask.

I feel Booth kiss my neck "They don't care!" he cries

"Who doesn't care? You can't mean the family and I because we care"

"I don't mean you, I mean the FBI, the government, the jail guards. Everyone Bones, no one gives a damn!"

I kiss his neck and draw circles on his back "I know that this is hard for you, I'm willing to help you with whatever I can" I whisper into his hair.

"I know you are, I just wish everyone else was" he replies.

I nod "I don't know what you say to this but I know that our family and friends care and that Booth, to me at least, is more important then some stupid FBI directors"

I hear him sob lightly "Yeah I suppose you're right, God Bones when aren't you right?" he says a bit lighter this time.

I just rub his back and let my husband cry, he needed to let it out and he needed to cling onto his loved ones.

I walk through the kindergarten parking lot after locking my car. It was time for me to pick up Christine. After a long day I had been eager to pick up the kids and bring some sort of excitement back into the household.

I had been at work examining some remains that were tied to the Conspiracy and I had been getting really tired of it all. Sweets wasn't being much help because he seemed to have babies on the brain. I gave him a note pad to try and formulate a profile for the victim but he ended up sketching a cartoon which was of Daisy and him riding on huge ducks. He was holding the baby who looked like him and they were all smiling. It was fine for him to be happy but I found it remotely annoying that he couldn't focus.

I walk towards the kindergarten building and stop just behind a crowd of moms. They were eagerly talking about their children; I bet that none of them had just had their husbands imprisoned by a government conspiracy. God, this was sad. I was getting jealous of the 'soccer moms'. I was stooping to whole new low.

* Beep * * Beep *

The tone that indicates a new text message chimes on my iPhone six. I take it out of my bag and glance at the message written on the lock screen. It was from Sweets.

Which one?

Read the text message. Next to the writing was photo. I tap on it in order to enlarge the image. It was of two baby Onesies lying next to each other. I could have guessed. It was about babies. One of the Onesies read "Daddies boy" and the other one said "Sweet but Dangerous". I heave a sigh. These were really getting cheesy. Just yesterday I had gotten a picture of Daisy holding up an Onesie that read: "My daddy is a genius so I must be one too". These people really didn't seem to have much of a life.

I decide on the Sweet but Dangerous Onesie because they had already bought three Daddies boy ones in different colour variations. I text back my response and put my phone back in my bag.

"Bren!" cries a voice. It was Angela of course considering that she was one of the only people who called me Bren.

I turn around and wave at my best friend. She was dressed in a flowing yellow dress with a recurring pattern that seemed to be of old newspapers. Black wedge heels were on her feet and a pair of huge Dior sunglasses obscured her face.

"Hello Angela, fancy seeing you here" I reply as I remove my sunglasses.

Angela does the same and shakes out her long dark hair. "It's not that much of a surprise Brennan. Our kids do go to the same kindergarten"

I nod "You have a point, so how has your day been going so far?"

Angela scrunches up her nose "Not to good, I have had a day off but I had to get some new pants for Michael. He tends to tear holes in the knees of every single pair of pants that I buy him"

"I have never experienced that considering that I have a daughter" I reply.

My friend rolls her eyes "Sweets is probably going to experience it though, even though he tells us that his baby is from heaven so that makes him an angel and all that sort of rubbish"

I nod "I can't wait to see what Sweets is going to think when he is woken up at three in the morning to the screams of a crying infant"

"Baby from hell" Angela jokes as she runs her hand through her hair "So how's Booth, I haven't asked yet?"

I shake my head "I have never seen him so displeased and angry before. He is worse then the time that he was accused of murdering the ice hockey player on his team"

"What has he been doing?"

"Snapping at me for no good reason, burning everything that he cooks, not wanting to have sex with me, all the unusual things"

Angela looks at me awestruck "Okay so this getting serious!" she cries "This marriage may be on the rocks if you don't try and get him to talk with you. Secrets run relationships! I've told you that before and I will tell you again"

I nod "I'm not keeping anything from him though!"

"I know you aren't Sweetie but he may think you are, you were apart for four months and for all he knows you could have slept with a million different men"

"But I didn't Angela, he knows that"

Angela looks sternly at me "No he doesn't, you haven't clarified a thing and you have to reassure him that there is no secrets or bad blood between the two of you"

I nod "Well yes I suppose that we can have a discussion"

"Talk about it Sweetie, don't yell about it and it should be all fine. Maybe you can even have a couples session with Sweets"

I just look at her "Are you seriously suggesting that, Sweets can't even keep his mind off of little fingers, tiny toes and baby formula for even three minutes let alone a whole session. Let the baby excitement die down and then I'll think about it"

Angela giggles, "It's never going to die down Sweetie, you know that. He'll be talking about the baby as though they are a newborn even when they are twenty-one, does the phrase doting dad come to mind?"

I just nod. She was right.

"Mommy!" screams Christine Booth as she throws herself at my midsection. I feel her little arms wrap around my shoulders.

"How was your day today?" I ask.

"Awesome, my friend Lily and I build a whole Lego castle that was life-sized and we played kings and queens in it"

I nod, life-sized in Christine's eyes was big enough for a kitten because according to her kittens were alive and if it could fit a kitten it could fit anything so don't go thinking that she build Buckingham Palace out of Lego bricks.

I turn to Angela and notice that Michael wasn't standing beside her. I give her a quizzical look and my friend shrugs her shoulders before tapping Christine on the shoulder.

"Hi Chrissie do you have any idea where Michael is?" she asks.

Christine smiles and nods "Yes I do Aunty Angela, he is in the Kindergarten, in the arts and crafts corner, taping up a whole in the knee of his jeans with sticky tape. He said you would get furious if you found out"

Angela sighs with a smile "What did I tell you Brennan?"

We both laugh to ourselves, if only there could be more moments like this. Life had gotten pretty dark since those long and terrible four months.

AN: Okay so how was that, good, bad, exciting? I have finally caught a break after a few hours of Modern Family watching and document organising at the same time, girls can multitask!

Chapter 3 should be up soon and I plan on updating some other stories!

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