(Between 'The Change in the Game' and 'The Memories in the Shallow Grave')

This is a reminder that this story is AU and it is not recapping the show. I am writing between episodes and putting my particular spin on the Bones world.

I don't own Bones.

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Driving up the lane, Booth smiled at the thought of a peaceful weekend. "A nice weekend, no phones, no gross bodies, just peace and quiet."

Amused, Brennan watched the driveway to see if any deer would appear. "It is peaceful up here."

Pulling up in front of the house, Booth pointed at the steps leading up to the porch. "Hey the guy came out and put up the walls along the risers, they look pretty good."

"He called Thursday to let me know he was done." Admiring the stone work, Brennan appreciated that the work blended in with the house so well. "He did a very nice job. It matches the porch and steps."

Opening the truck door, Booth slid out of the truck. "At least you have something to hold on to when you climb the steps. After I get the bags into the house I'll check the back steps see what he did back there."

Quickly walking around the truck, Booth opened the passenger door and he helped her get out of the truck. Brennan was awkward at the moment and he was afraid she would fall if she tried to get out of the truck by herself.

Irritated, Brennan started to complain. "It's ridiculous needing help to get out of the truck."

Silent, Booth leaned over and kissed her and then walked around the truck to retrieve their bags from the back. Carrying them over to the steps, he waited for Brennan to ascend the staircase and then open the door.

Moving up the steps, Booth heard a noise coming up the driveway. Turning he saw Dewey coming toward them riding a bike. Placing the bags down, Booth waited for the boy to come closer.

Glad to see his neighbor, the boy slowed his bike and then stopped below the step. "Hi, Mr. Booth."

Nodding his head, Booth smiled at the child. "Dewey. How's it going?"

"Fine, Sir." Sliding off his seat, the boy laid the bike on the ground and held up a bag. " I brought you something."

Curious, Booth walked down the steps and held out his hand. Taking the bag, Booth opened it and found brownies.

"My cousin made them this morning. Uncle John said that you might come up for a visit and I asked if I could bring you brownies and he said I could and you came so here they are. My cousin Tisha just saw you pull into your lane when she went and got the mail so here I am." Breathless, Dewey beamed in anticipation.

Taking a brownie out of the bag, Booth bit in to it. "Delicious. Thank you."

Pleased that Booth liked the brownie, Dewey grinned. "Cool. I got to go home now. Uncle John is building me a tree house and he said I can help. He told me to tell you that you don't need to help none and that he appreciated your offer. I gotta go, bye. "

Picking his bike back up, Dewey waved. "Bye Mr. Booth."

After the boy hopped on his bike and raced down the driveway, Booth picked up his bags and carried them into the house. "Bones, John is building the tree house for Dewey. I promised I'd help. Do you mind if I go down there and help for a couple of hours. If you don't want to be alone, just say so and I'll stay here."

Stepping out of the kitchen, Brennan smiled at her husband. "No, I don't mind. I think I'll take a nap." She actually liked the idea of being alone for a bit.

"Great." Carrying the bags into their bedroom, Booth went back out to the truck, snagged the groceries sacks and carried them into the house. Placing them on the counter, he unloaded the sacks and then walked over to their bedroom. Spying Brennan on their bed, he stepped into the room, "If you need me call me."

Sleepy, Brennan muttered, "I will."

Booth watched her until he was certain she was asleep."I'm a lucky man."

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The floor of the tree house almost complete, Booth made sure that the board he was nailing in was square when his phone rang. "Booth."

Booth . . . Booth, I need you.

Dropping his hammer, Booth glanced at John. "Bones, what's going on? You sound funny? Is something wrong?"

My water broke. I need you to come home . . . Please Booth.

"I'm on my way, Bones." Scrambling down the ladder, Booth shouted up to his neighbor. "Bones is in labor and she's early. I got to go."

Concerned, John followed him down the ladder. "I'll call an ambulance."

Running towards his truck, Booth shouted. "Don't do that. Bones wants to have the baby at home." Running as fast as he could, Booth muttered, "Damn it. We aren't ready for this."

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Hurrying into the house, Booth shouted, "Bones, Bones where are you?"

"In the bedroom."

Racing across the living room, Booth slammed into the room and stopped. "Bones, you promised me we'd have a mid-wife. Please let me take you to the hospital."

Shaking her head, Brennan gasped before replying. "No, Booth . . . You can do it . . . We took those classes . . . you can do . . ." Groaning, Brennan clutched her stomach. "You can do it."

Sick with worry, Booth felt bile rise in his throat and he ran his hands through his hair. "I . . . I want to take you to the hospital."

Shaking her head, Brennan tried to smile, but failed. "We don't need the hospital, Booth."

He knew she wanted to avoid the hospital, but he was afraid. Swallowing, Booth tried to calm down. "Bones, first sign of trouble and I'm calling an ambulance. I mean it. I'm not going to risk you or Peanut."

Holding her hand out, Brennan waited for Booth to come to her.

Worried that she might die as well as the baby, Booth walked over to the bed, grabbed her hand and knelt next to the bed. "Bones . . . Bones, you're two weeks early. I . . . what if something's wrong."

Squeezing his hand, Brennan pleaded with her husband. "Please Booth. We're just fifteen minutes from the hospital. You can do this. If something's wrong you'll have time to call for help."

His heart racing, Booth nodded his head. "First sign of trouble, Bones. No matter what it is, I'm going to call an ambulance. It's my call."

Hearing a knock on the door frame, Booth looked up to see John and his daughter standing in the doorway. "We came to see if you need some help. Did I hear right? You're going to have the baby here?"

Booth stood up and faced his neighbors. "Yeah, I guess we are."

"Then we'll stay and help if that's alright." Smiling at Brennan, John assured her. "I helped deliver my daughter. My wife went into labor and the baby came before the ambulance got there. Scared the hell out of me, but I do have some experience. It's like riding a bicycle, you never forget how its done."

Relieved to have an experience hand there, Booth smiled. "Okay, great. I guess you can be my assistant or me yours . . . yeah."

Chuckling, John winked at Brennan and turned to look at his daughter. "Also my daughter is training to be an EMT. She's home right now because she was in an automobile accident and broke her right leg . . . compound fracture. She's been out of the cast for a week, but she'll have to wait for the next classes to start before she can go back. She's already seen two babies delivered, so that's a big help."

Limping over to the bed, Tisha smiled at Brennan. "Is it alright if we stay and help you?"

Brennan rode out the wave of pain of a contraction and finally answered. "Yes . . . thank you."

Walking back to the doorway, John leaned out into the living room. "Dewey, I'd like you to go outside and play please. Don't leave this property, don't play in the tree house and stay out of the creek."

He wanted to stay and help, but he knew that his Uncle wouldn't let him. Shifting his feet, Dewey frowned. "Okay but if you need my help call me. I want to help Mrs. Booth."

Winking at the boy, John pointed at the door. "Thanks, Dewey. If I need your help I'll call you."

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