A/N: A little less B&B bickering, but a little more fluff. Let me know what you think :)
The Jeffersonian is extremely busy. It's March now and the snow and ice are slowly starting to melt, giving Doctor Brennan and the rest of the team new bodies that had been hidden by the snowfall. Despite their new workload, Doctor Brennan called me, asking for advice.
"I need your help, Sweets," she had told me on the phone about an hour ago, "Are you going to help or not? Otherwise, I'll call Gordon Gordon."
I told her I'd be there in five minutes, but Hacker stopped me in the hallway on my way to the elevator and I'm just now walking into the lab almost an hour late. She's going to kill me and serve my balls on a platter. She is really grumpy. I walk into her office and four sets of eyes greet me.
Doctor Wyatt is already here and that automatically means I'm in trouble.
"Lance!" Hunter greets me with more exuberance than his parents, who look at me like they're going to scold me and put me in Hunter's time out corner.
"Hey, bud!" I say to calm him down. Hunter runs back to sit awkwardly on Doctor Brennan's lap to finish coloring in his dinosaur coloring book.
"Mommy, closer! I can't reach!"
Wordlessly, she scoots as close as she can to the desk so Hunter can get a better angle and she motions for Booth to start first.
"Sweets, think of this as…an interview," he says.
"An interview for what?"
Doctor Brennan covers Hunter's ears with her palms. He looks up in curiosity and she just smiles at him. He seems okay with the fact that he can't hear what's going on and he goes back to coloring the very anatomically incorrect version of a Triceratops.
"Hunter found my case files last night," she whispers, still afraid that he'll hear, "He looked at all of the crime scene photos and x-rays."
"Bones and I have to figure out which one of you we want Hunter to talk to if he's got some sort of psychological confusion now. I don't want my kid going to preschool next year and telling everyone about the dead bodies he's seen!" Booth cries.
"I believe he is fine," Doctor Wyatt adds, "He didn't have nightmares last night and he shows no adverse signs of trauma."
"Yeah, well, I'm not so sure. He begged Bones and I to bring him here today. He was going on and on about the bodies," Booth says.
"Agent Booth, do you remember when a few years ago, Parker found the finger in the nest?"
"Yeah. So what? Parker was older. Hunter is three! It's not the same thing!"
"Actually, it is," Doctor Wyatt tells him. If you make a big deal out of it now, he'll think it is. Pretend is nothing, and the whole situation just disappears!"
"And the whole situation," Booth mocks in his fake British accent, "You know what, I'll tell you what you can do. You can shove the whole situation up your-"
"Booth!" Brennan stops him, nodding toward Hunter. Booth grumbles a bit and I have to fight off the urge to laugh. He does this more and more now. Hodgins says it's because he's a cranky old father now. And the fact that they have a daughter on the way isn't helping matters. Doctor Brennan and Booth have been in several times to see me about his over protective lifestyle. She's already halfway though this pregnancy and she hasn't been out in the field in weeks. They're both cranky.
His phone rings and he answers. It's another case and he steps out of the office, my guess is so he can talk about the case without Hunter listening. Brennan sends Hunter to find Wendell.
"I go with Daddy?" Hunter asks before running out the door.
"No," she answers calmly. I'm fascinated by Doctor Brennan's interactions with Hunter. I had heard stories about the time Booth and Brennan were temporary foster parents for a baby who ate evidence. Up until Hunter was born, I had always wished I could've witnessed her with a baby. The older Hunter gets, the more intrigued I become. I've already got a rewrite for my book in the works.
"Please?"
"Ask your father."
"Ask me what?"
"Daddy, I can come with?"
"What did Mom say?"
"Ask you," he says innocently and shrugs.
He looks up at her and glares. She only laughs as a response and goes back to her paperwork.
"Why don't you stay here with Mom. Maybe Jack can show you some new bugs."
"Yes!" Hunter runs toward Hodgins and Brennan dials the extension number to Jack's station, letting him know he was just volunteered to babysit.
"Okay, let's figure this out. Is Hunter going to be scarred for life now?"
"No," Doctor Wyatt and I say at the same time.
"Okay!" Booth claps his hands together and moves back toward the door.
"That's it? Don't you want to know what to do if he has nightmares or starts to act like a corpse?" Doctor Brennan is panicking. I think it's one of those first time mom sort of things, but she'll never admit to it.
"If Sweets and Gordon Gordon both agree that Hunter's gonna be fine, then I'm alright."
"So you made a big deal out of nothing?"
"No, I only made a big deal out of something," he tells her.
She rolls her eyes. "I don't know what that means," she sighs.
I look at Doctor Wyatt. He's loving this. I think he's known for, like, ever that these two were a couple even when they denied that they were.
Booth takes a few steps and crosses to her desk. Whispering something in her ear, she smiles and turns her head slightly to kiss him.
"Alright, I gotta head out. Crime scene won't be there forever," he says.
"Daddy, look!" Hunter runs into the office, holding an enlarged photograph.
"What is it, bub?"
"A maggot! He eats dead people!"
Scooping up Hunter in one swift motion while taking the picture from him, Booth stomps through the lab. "HODGINS!"