thank you again to everyone! 10-Down With the Sickness
"Mommy?"
Brennan rolled over and saw her son standing by the bed. "Hmm? What is it, honey? Did you have a bad dream?"
James shook his head. "My tummy hurts," he said.
Brennan carefully moved Booth's arm from her waist and walked with James to his room. He wiped his nose on his sleeve repeatedly and she handed him a tissue. "Open," she said before sticking the thermometer under his tongue. She stroked his hair while she waited for the thermometer to beep. "100," she said when it was done.
"Mommy can I have a drink please?" he asked.
Brennan nodded and had just gotten off the bed when Booth entered the room, shirtless and rubbing his eyes. "What's goin' on, Bones?" he asked.
"Daddy aren't you cold?" James asked innocently.
Booth grinned. "I'm fine, bud. What's up?"
"I have a tummy ache," James provided.
"His temperature is 100. I'm getting him some Gatorade."
"I'll get it, Bones. Just relax." He kissed her and James before he went to the fridge.
Brennan laid next to her son and rubbed his stomach. "Do you want to come to the lab with Mommy and Daddy tomorrow?" she asked.
"I want to go to school."
Brennan smiled. He reminded her of herself, always willing and eager to learn. "Would it help if I brought a book?" she asked him.
"I want to look at bones," he said. Brennan was surprised, but she knew she had model bones in her office he could amuse himself with.
"Here you go, pal," Booth said, handing the glass of red Gatorade to his son, who drank it thirstily. James smacked his lips and closed his eyes, and Booth smiled at Brennan. "Do you want to sleep in the big bed with Mommy and Daddy?"
James smiled and nodded sleepily. Booth picked him up and walked him to the doorway. Brennan gave him a teasing look that said "You know he can walk himself," to which his look responded "You know I love picking him up." It was true that Booth did love hugs; after all, he'd been hugging her all these years.
"OK, pal, good night," Booth told his son.
"Good night, baby," Brennan said softly.
James coughed into his sleeve and laid back. "Good night."
Booth reached his foot over and touched Brennan's leg. "Good night, Booth," she said with a smile.
"Good night, Bones."