Month 3
Booth and Brennan were walking and arguing all the way to Brennan's office, which was normal for them.
"I simply do not understand how my saying the word 'cruciverbalist' will effect our unborn child," Brennan said, placing a file on her desk.
"Bones, it was a joke. I'm glad that you know what a cruciverbalist is because I sure don't and I'm sure our child will learn a bagillion words."
"Bagillion will not be one of them, since it is not a word and I told you that cruciverbalist is someone who does crossword puzzles," Brennan said. Booth sighed. "And I also do not understand why you took a picture of me doing the crossword puzzle."
"Because I'm documenting your pregnancy."
"Why?"
"You're an anthropologist Bones, don't you love documentaries?"
"Yes, when they are actual documentaries," Brennan said, making a squinty face. Booth whipped his phone out of his pocket.
"Hold that pose."
"Booth!" Brennan yelled, smacking his hand.
"What?"
"Stop taking pictures of me!"
"But you're so beautiful."
"Do NOT try to charm me right now."
"What?" Booth asked, innocently. "I don't know what that means." Brennan rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out in a very non-Brennan-like fashion.
"Very humorous," Brennan said sarcastically. Booth grinned at her.
"I thought so," Booth replied. Brennan was about to say something back, but then she covered her mouth, eyes going wide, face turning a slight shade of green. "Uh-oh. Bones? Honey?"
Brennan's eyes flashed at the term of endearment, but couldn't comment on it. Booth grabbed the small trash can by her desk and handed it to her. She grabbed it just in time. She looked up after a second, breathing deeply. Booth still had his phone is his hand.
"Don't you dare take a picture," Brennan threatened. Booth held his hands up in surrender, smiling slightly.