Title: Cry
Rating: K+
Word Count: 256
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Obviously not mine.
A/N: This is kind of a follow up to Chapter 6, Family. You don't have to read that first, but I think it's more meaningful that way.
"Booth!"
She sounds hysterical, but he can hardly hear her frantic pleading over the screams of the baby in his arms. Patting Bridget on the back, he thanks the doctor who had just administered their daughter's first shots.
"Booth, make her stop crying!" she begs, reaching out a hand to gently brush Bridget's scrunched-up cheek.
"I can't, Bones," he says, exasperated. "You'd be hollering too if you'd just had a needle jabbed in your thigh!"
He had raised his voice out of frustration, and the baby just screams louder, big tears rolling from her eyes.
"Give her here," she commands, and Bridget's cries immediately die to whimpers as she turns her head into her mother's chest. "I'm sorry, Bridge, but vaccines are necessary," she soothes, rocking the baby tenderly. "By introducing a disease into the bloodstream, B-cells are stimulated into action, creating antibodies and a memory record of the pathogen, resulting in immunity."
Booth watches, amazed, as Bridget's eyes begin to close.
"Trust me, they prevent some malicious diseases. If it's any consolation, your daddy is a bigger baby than you are when it comes to doctors."
As she passes through the door he holds open for her, handing him the diaper bag as she goes, Booth can only do one thing – he grins and pokes her in the shoulder, eyes warm.
"Look, Bones, you bored her to sleep! Way to go," he comments.
"What?! I resent that…" she objects, and the rest of their bickering is lost in the busy babble of the waiting room.