"Bones, no. No!"
"Yes Booth"
Brennan was in the bathroom applying makeup. Booth was pacing backwards and forwards behind her.
"Bones, it's been four days. That's all. You were told three to four days resting, then light activity. Going back to work is not light activity!" he said. "Booth. I can't just sit around here every day. I think I'm a better judge of my body than you are, quite frankly." She responded tartly and pushed past him, going to the closet in the bedroom. Booth frowned, following her. "Well. Yes. I mean, of course you are, but don't you think just another day or two? You can spend some extra time with Christine!"
Brennan stood with two blouses on hangers, holding up one, then the other in front of her, looking in the mirror. She turned "Which one do you think?" she asked, completely changing the subject. Booth sat on the edge of the bed, defeated. "I don't care. The orange one. Or the blue one. They both look good on you" She turned and dropped her arms "Well you're no help" she said, a smile on her face. She came over and sat beside him, bunching the blouses in her lap. "Booth. I know you are looking out for me. And I appreciate it. I really do. But I need to go back. Sitting here, even being with Christine, was fine for a couple of days. I'm fine now. I feel good. And I'm not just making light of everything. I understand what happened. I had a miscarriage. And there was nothing specific that caused it, and nothing I could have done to stop it. And I'm OK." She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. He sighed and wrapped his arm around her. "I know you're fine. I can see it, you know. In your face. Go on. Put on the blue one. It makes your eyes pop" he said making a jazzhands gesture in front of his face.
Brennan laughed and kissed his cheek. She stood up, took off her robe and slipped on the blouse. Booth stood and started buttoning it for her. "You know" she purred, even though the doctor said no, I think" Booth backed away from her like he had touched fire "Oh no you don't. I may not be able to control when you go back to work, but I can have some control over our sex life. The doctor said two weeks. And I'm sticking to that. He's a doctor for a reason Bones. And. I'm." His speech interrupted by Brennans lips covering his, tracing his jawline, slipping down his neck "I'm not going to be" Booth moaned as her hand caressed him. His eyes closed for a moment, her mouth on his collar bone. He suddenly stepped back "You are an evil, evil woman Bones" he said. She burst out laughing. "And you Mr. Booth are so very easy to arouse." she said smiling coyly. She took a step towards him "No." he said both hands raised in a stop motion. "You. You finish getting dressed. I'm going to retreat to a position of safety and go and get Christine ready for day care. Do we need to call them that she's coming today instead of next week?" he asked as he exited the bedroom.
"No. I, um. I already called them yesterday" she answered. Booth's head popped back around the doorframe "You called them yesterday?" She shrugged, pulling her shoulders up around her ears. Booth smiled at her. "You really are ready, aren't you?" he laughed and went to get Christine. Brennan smiled to herself and grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on. Sitting on the bed to pull on her boots.
Booth pulled the car up outside the Jeffersonian and turned to Brennan. "so, half a day, right?" Brennan nodded, and crossed her heart with one hand and made the boyscout sign with the other "Promise". Booth shook his head and got out the car, walking around the back to open the door and got Christine out of her booster seat. He handed her to Brennan "You sure you're alright carrying her? She's getting pretty heavy." Brennan rolled her eyes "Booth." He backed away, hands in the air "OK. Fine. You're capable" he said as he got back in the car. He turned and waved to Christine who waved her chubby hand in a floppy wave. He pointed at Brennan and mouthed I love you, put the car into gear and pulled away from the kerb.
She stood watching his car for a moment, then looked at Christine. "Well Miss Booth, it's time for Mommy to go back to work" She turned and started up the steps that lead to the building. "Poor Daddy, he never stood a chance" she said grinning as she walked through the door.
