Holy Crow.. I haven't updated in ages. I am so sorry life has gotten INSANE. So here it is more of this story ;)
"Booth if you really would like a pulled pork sandwich for dinner, I guess I can make it. You do realize how unhealthy it is. Don't you?" Brennan asked. The couple was at home. Brennan was in one of Booth's baggy FBI tees and sweats. It was a casual night. They had been going out to dinner a lot lately. Brennan thought it might be good to cook at home for one night.
"Oh crap, this game is getting out of control. Really three fights in one period. This is insane."
Brennan rolled her eyes. Men and their sports she thought. "Booth my dad is coming for dinner tomorrow night. I need to tell you ahead of time. He might be bringing Russ, Amy, and the girls. So no hockey tomorrow night, we're having a nice family dinner.
"Oh come on, this is Parker's weekend and he can't live a night without hockey."
"I think it's his father that can't live a night without hockey."
Booth laughed and came over to the kitchen. He gave his girlfriend a passionate kiss and rubbed her belly. "Bones tell you what. Why don't you sit down put your feet up, and watch some TV. I'll make both of our dinners. I was kind of a jerk making a pregnant woman make my dinner."
"Booth, I understand. Your under a lot of stress right now with Pam. I can't imagine what it is like trying to protect your compatible other and unborn child. I think that is what the word… its hot is."
"Whoa, Bones! Did you just say hot? That's new. I kind of like it." He grinned sheepishly pecking her cheek.
Brennan was getting caught in the moment when she remembered something very important. "Booth, I totally forgot I need to get the mail really quick."
"Bones, it's just the mail! It can wait till tomorrow when it's light out and actually safer. I would go out with you. You do realize that."
"Booth, I know you're trying to protect me. However it's unneeded to come to the mailbox with me to grab the mail. That, I am able to handle."
"No way, not taking that chance, Bones I'll come with your right now if it makes you happy."
"Booth you can't see this. It's a surprise."
"You're not going out there alone. Not going to happen." He explained further.
"Fine, then. I won't." Brennan looked a bit hurt, but Booth knew he was doing what was best for her.
"Let's sit down and watch some hockey. How about it! Booth smiled.
"Sounds good I suppose. Wait let me get you some wine. It's something special Angela got me last year. I am obviously not able to have it at my state so I figured you could have it.
Booth agreed and Brennan poured him a glass. It wasn't just wine though. This was special. Angela gave it to her when she found out Brennan and Booth had gotten together. As Angela had said it was to make Booth fall asleep faster. That way Brennan could be more creative, as Angela had put it. Brennan knew it must let her be very vulgar.
"Tell me what you think. Angela said it's pretty new to the market."
"Well, I guess I'll test it out." Taking a sip all he could say was, "Wow, really good," and in a matter of minutes he was out like a light.
"Wow," Brennan mouthed.
From what Angela told her, he would only be asleep for 20-30 minutes. So she knew she had to hurry. She needed to prove to Booth she could handle this. She also was dying to show him the present.
Brennan made her way out to the mailbox. Opening up the box she thought nothing of the horrors that might behold her that night.
Exactly twenty five minutes later Booth woke up suddenly not sure of what just happened. He looked around frantically noticing the game was over and that Brennan was not next to him. He knew something was wrong. Running to the kitchen he saw an opened wine bottle. The bottle of wine she poured. He knew something funky was up with the wine. Booth figured he must have been out cold for a good twenty minutes.
"Bones," he called. No answer. "Bones," he yelled."
He remembered she wanted to give him something. The mail he thought. She went to the mailbox. Running outside he almost tripped on the gravel traveling to the box.
The box was wide open. On the ground covered in dirt was an item in plastic wrappings.
Cleaning off the dirt, Booth saw it was a black tee shirt that read, "Number 1 Dad"
I know where I am going with this story now. I am hoping you're going to love it as much as I do!
