Booth smiled as she saw his lovely wife sitting in the kitchen, sitting at the islandbar. His smiled became more confused as he got closer when he saw she was working away at some sort of binder. He tilted his head and walked up behind her before looking over her shoulder.

"Morning, Bones, what is that you are working on there?" He asked and she turned around and smiled at him.

"Good morning, Booth," She kissed him briefly on the lips, "I am working on the plans for Daisy's bachlerette party."

"All this? Wow, Bones, doesn't that a little excessive? And premature? They aren't getting married for like four months." Booth quirked a brow at her.

"They are getting married in early June, yes, but I checked and the only time that Cam, Daisy, Angela, Caroline, and I are free to go is May 2nd. Plus, Daisy and I agree that we wanted to arrange to have a celebration with just Angela, Daisy, and I that Christine could come to since she is the ring bearer and her and Daisy have grown very close." Brennan said. "In addition, I think some planning would benifit the event because while we had a lot of fun at my own, I would like to avoid the part were we nearly went to jail."

"That's a good plan." Booth chuckled, kissing the top of her head softly. "So no bikers?"

"No bikers." Brennan agreed with a nod. "Have you begun to plan Sweets' bachler party?"

"Why?"

"Because you are his best man, it's your job."

"Does he really even need one?" Booth groaned, trugding to the other side of the counter.

"Of course he does, Booth." Brennan said, looking at him like he had grown an extra head.

"I didn't have one."

"You are different. You were in your fortys and trying to convince me to marry you for over a year and wanted to get married much before that. Sweets is in his twenties and has found himself with a baby and a fiancee. He needs this ritual more then you. He needs to, as Angela would say, say good-bye to his single life." Brennan said, crossing her arms.

"Fine, I'll take him to Founding Fathers-"

"No!"

"No?" He groaned/sighed, slumping his shoulders.

"You have to do something special. It's not everyday that Sweets gets married."

"Fine, fine!" Booth said, running a hand through his hair. "I'll think of something."

"You better." Brennan nodded.

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Sweets groaned as he heard his phone ring. He didn't need there to be any extra noise. Seely had a double ear infection and had been screaming nearly constantly, including right now. They hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours.

"What?" He snapped into the phone, voice heavy with agitation.

"Sweets?"

"Booth?" Sweets said, his eyes going wide. He looked over to Daisy, who was trying to console their upset child, before heading into a different room and shutting the door. "I'm sorry that I snapped at you, and that I'm not at work. Seely has a double ear infection, we haven't slept and he's in a lot of pain and it's just..."

"I get it, Sweets, I just, uh, I wanted to ask you about something."

"Okay then, Booth, shoot." Sweets said.

"I was just wondering if you wanted a bachler party? Y'know, before you and Daisy get hitched."

"What? Oh, uh... Look, I know I should say no, but... It sounds like fun. So, yeah, I'd like to have one. But no strippers, please- I don't-" Sweets shook his head.

"Right, yeah, I get it. I'll let you get back to Seely. I hope he feels better soon, I know how rough that is."

"Thanks, Booth." Sweets smiled, hanging up the phone. He went back into the room where his darling Daisy and screaming Seely were.

"Who was that, babe?" Daisy asked, bouncing the baby, who was only wearing a daiper.

"It was Booth, he just had a few questions, everything is fine." Sweets said before going over and laying a hand on his son's feverish back. "I think his fever is spiking..."

"Maybe a bath will help...?" Daisy suggested with tired eyes.

"Yeah... Yeah, okay." Sweets nodded before taking his three month old (Yes he is three months now) and bring him into his arms. "Heyyyy, buddy, wanna take a bath? Let's go take a bath, that'll make you feel better. Let's take a bath."

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"Hey there, Sweets." Booth smiled at the younger man as he entered the breakroom. "Is little man feeling better?"

"Yeah." Sweets nodded, sipping his coffee.

"You look like someone killed your cat." Booth snorted.

"I'm tired, Booth." Sweets gave him a flat look.

"Right, right."

"So what was with that call before? About the party?" Sweets said, tilting his head.

"Nothing, I was just thinking... about it because... I'm a great best man."

"Dr. Brennan?"

"Yeah." Booth nodded and Sweets laughed.

"Of course." Sweets chuckled. "Look, don't stress it too much, it isn't that important."

"That's what I'm sayin'." Booth said before his phone rang. He picked up in true Booth fashion. "Booth... Yeah... alright, I'll be there." He hung up the phone. "Dead body. Bye, Sweets." Booth pat him on the back and walked out.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

To be perfectly honest, this is just a little chapter-ete. A little baby chapter to hold you over till the next case. That is how this will work, I have decided. A case, then a little fluffy fluff thing. Then another case. Like that, understand? That works right? Yeah?

Next case, that starts in the next chapter, will feature a little treat. Clash of the Annoying Titans. Daisy vs Jessica. Should be interesting, right? :P

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