20 minutes later, Booth had the couch all set up for Bones. He had a sleeping bag in the floor for himself, and Joy was going to crash with Angela and Hodgens. They chowed on the leftover shower refreshments, and decided the best thing to do was to just turn in early in the hopes that the roads would be cleared by the morning.
Around 2am, Bones was awoken by a very active baby kicking her, a hungry stomach, and a horribly sore back. She saw Booth snoring softly in the floor and smiled. She stretched her sore back wearly, and waddled off in the direction of the Jeffersonian's kitchenette. Bones usually tried to quail her stomach with a tall glass of milk. She paused to look into Angela's office to check on Joy.
She saw Joy laying on Angela's chest. Bones wished she had her lap back so she could cuddle Joy like that. 'Any day now.' Bones rubbed her belly and strolled towars the kitchenette.
As Bones opened the refrigerator, she was hit with a terrible back cramp. She put her head on the counter and sighed, trying to kneed the cramp away. She felt an extra set of hands run the same area of her back and she yelped in surprise.
She turned to see a shirtless Booth staring at her.
"I didn't mean to scare you. Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I just have a horrible backache." She sighed. "It seems a little better now." She went about making a glass of milk. "Hopefully this will settle down the baby. I can't sleep when we're tap dancing in there." She took a long sip as she rubbed her belly.
Booth made a face at the mention of tap dancing. "Maybe he's playing soccer huh Bones?" Booth smiled.
"How do you know it's a boy?" Bones smiled. "Your one for one. It could be a girl." Bones laughed.
Booth answered this challenge with a kiss.
"OWWWWW" Bones cried into his mouth, grabbing her back.
"Back cramping up again?" Booth frowned as he tried to massage the pain away.
"You OK Bren?" Cam asked. "I heard you guys up and I thought that I would join." Cam sighed. "I can't sleep either."
"My back is protesting that couch." Bones answered weakly. "Ugh."
"How far apart are these protests?" Cam asked worried.
"I don't think it's..." Bones began.
"About 4 minutes Cam." Booth bit his lip.
"OWWWWWEEEEHHEE." Bones grabbed her back again.
"Yeah - about 4 minutes." Booth confirmed. "You think that this is..." Booth trailed off.
"Yeah - yeah I do." Cam rubbed Bren's back. "Seeley, call an ambulance." Cam called.
Booth pulled out his phone and dialed. He was worried because for once, Bones didn't protest.
"I need an ambulance at 147 H Street, the Jeffersonian." Booth spoke sternly. "My wife is in labor." Booth listened for a moment and his face fell.
"What?!?!" He took a deep breath. "Well how long of a delay?" He asked with his voice full of fear and aggravation. "How will we know your coming?" He waited "Is there ANYTHING that we can do to speed this up? Booth begged.
At that point Cam snatched the phone from Booth's hand.
"This is Dr. Camille Saroyan. What seems to be the delay?" She spoke in her most professional voice.
She listened for a moment. "Uh huh. Well, I am a pathologist, I am not exactly in the position to.." She listened for another moment. "Of course I went to medical school! I just think..." She trailed off and her face softened.
"I understand. Just please. PLEASE try to get someone here as soon as you can. Thank you." She flipped the phone closed and looked at Booth.
"Seeley, there is a 4 hour back-up on the ambulances. There are multiple pileups and with the weather it's making it all but impossible to get to anyone. It looks like we're on our own - at least for now."