I'm back. Sorry for the much overdue installment, but I had honestly thought about the previous chapter being the last . . . and then I, like so many of you, watched the season finale of our beloved show and decided I wanted Bones and Booth happy – at least in my world – through the hiatus. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Bones, but after last night may be I should . . . oh, well.

The next morning Bones awoke to the sounds of Booth having, what sounded like, a serious conversation with his little girl. Blinking twice and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Bones listened very carefully, trying to discern just what Booth was saying to the little girl over the monitor.

"Ma-ma, ma-ma," Christine jabbered to her father.

"Shh, Christine. Mommy is sleeping. She needs her rest," Booth spoke as the little girl smiled her thousand-watt smile at him. "Mommy, will be up soon baby, and then you can tell her everything that is on your mind. Yes, you can," Booth concluded as he blew raspberries on Christine's belly.

Hearing her daughters laugh made Bones smile to herself. Knowing that she had to be at work soon, and that the morning always seemed to fly by, she decided that it was time to begin the day. Sitting up, and throwing her legs over the side of the bed made Bones realize that the twins were now making themselves known, whether she was ready for the world to know or not. Placing one hand on each side of her noticeably protruding belly, Bones began talking to her little miracles. "I suppose your father and I have kept you two a secret for long enough, hmm? It isn't that we are ashamed of you. I was just scared of the possibilities. You see, older women, such as myself, are more at risk for possible . . . you know, none of that matters. What matters is that your father and I will do everything we can to make sure you're both happy and healthy, and safe. We love you very much," Bones concluded as she flinched. Slightly doubling over as much as her belly would allow, Bones took a deep breath.

"Bones, wakey wakey, Christine wants her," Booth trailed off as he entered their room with Christine in tow. Taking two steps to get to her, Booth knelt in front of his partner's legs while holding their daughter. "Bones," he began, "look at me. Are you ok?"

Slightly raising her head, Booth noticed the faint smirk on her face. Bringing one of her hands away from her abdomen, she grabbed Booth's free hand and returned it to the spot where hers had previously rested. Slightly arching her back, Booth felt his babies making their presence known. Smiling, he spoke. "Hey, you two. Already giving Mommy trouble I see. Well, don't be too hard on her . . . you could at least take turns making her blue and black on the inside." As if on cue, both babies sent a swift kick to their father's hand. "Or not," Booth began to laugh.

"Ma-ma," Christine began to fuss. Reaching her arms out to her mother, Christine furrowed her brow. Booth swore when she would make this expression, so serious and contemplative, that she looked identical to her mother.

"Do you think we should tell her? About . . . you know . . . them?" Booth was unsure if Christine would understand at such a young age that she would be a big sister in a bout four and a half months.

"Her cognitive skills are developed to the point that she would not retain any memory of my pregnancy, but perhaps introducing her to the idea of siblings would be a good preparation for their arrival," Bones rationalized. As if reading each other's minds, Bones lied back onto the mattress as Booth rose with Christine to take a seat next to her.

"Christine, can you say 'baby'?" Booth asked the little girl.

Once again, displaying that infamous inquisitive look, Christine looked from Booth to Bones. Pointing her index finger at Bones, Christine proudly stated, "Ma-ma" and began to giggle.

"That's right." Booth said. Christine loved to point to things and say the correct word, receiving applause and praise from her parents when doing so. Booth decided on a new technique. Pointing to himself, Booth said "Da-da". He then pointed to Bones and said "Mama". Lasted, Booth pointed to Bones tummy, and said the word "babies".

After several rounds of "name that person", Booth became convinced that Christine still wasn't quite grasping the baby connection, having said the word "tummy" a time or two and even "ma-ma" when Booth would point to where the twins were. Deciding that the time was getting late, and the game seeming to go no where, Booth left the little girl to be with her mother while he showered.

Leaning against the side of her mother's belly, Bones stared at the beautiful creature that she and Booth had made together. "It is a miracle. Booth, we're a family." She remembered those words as if it were yesterday. Suddenly, Bones was pulled away from the memory and watched half amused half shocked as she felt one of the twins kick their sister as she leaned against their resting spot.

Eyes growing as big as saucers, Christine turned to stare at her mother's stomach. Christine abruptly turned, and pointed her finger at Bones belly. Trying in vain not to make a face in response to what had just happened, Bones watched her daughter. In the loudest voice that she could muster, Christine shouted, "BABIES, no!" as she pointed.

Hearing the shout, Booth emerged in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel with shaving cream on his face. "WHAT? HAPPENED?"

Cocking her head to one side, and pointing to her mother's stomach again, Christine proudly yelled the word "babies" as she giggled and clapped, her father praising her, and her mother whole heartedly, belly laughing, vowing to herself silently that she would never allow Christine Angela Booth to ever forget how her siblings had decided to introduce themselves.

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