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Holding the baby in his arms, Booth knelt down next to the bed and carefully laid the infant in his wife's waiting arms. "She's beautiful, Bones, just like her mother."
With Booth's help, Brennan held her daughter and felt tears roll down her cheeks. "She is Booth. She is beautiful."
Wiping the tears from her face with the corner of the sheet, Booth kissed her. "Bones, Tisha wants you to go to the hospital." Clearing his throat, he glanced at the EMT in training. "She wants a doctor to look at you and Christine and make sure we didn't hurt you or make a mistake."
Tired and in pain, Brennan was wiling to concede that her baby needed to be checked by a doctor. "Alright."
Worried that Brennan was not arguing about the decision, Booth nodded at Tisha who called for an ambulance. Leaning his forehead against her head, Booth felt fear starting to build in his chest. "I love you, Bones."
To tired to keep her eyes, open, Brennan closed them. "I love you too Booth."
Carefully, Booth removed the baby from her arms, made sure that his daughter was wrapped warmly in her blanket and stood up.
His fear for Brennan clear for anyone to see, Tisha checked on Brennan and found her asleep. "Don't worry, Mr. Booth. The ambulance is on the way. She has a small hematomas and some tearing. I'm sure she needs stitches, but besides that I'm confident that she's okay."
Almost speechless, Booth stared at Brennan his fear growing. Tearing and hematomas sounded dangerous to him.
Tisha, aware that Booth was distressed stepped over to where he was standing. "Mr. Booth, this is normal. She's not in danger, I promise."
He wanted to believe her, but Booth couldn't let go of his fear. Nodding his head, he continued to stare at Brennan, his baby quiet in his arms.
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Sitting on a chair next to the hospital bed, Booth held his wife's hand. "Bones, don't worry. The baby is being looked over by a pediatrician and they'll bring her back. The doctor said we can go home soon. Your doctor fixed you up and said that you only had to have a few stitches. That had me worried, but he told me it's normal. It is right?"
Her hand gripping his hand tightly, Brennan tried to smile. "Yes, of course. 60 to 70 percent of live births cause tears. Did you fill out the birth certificate for the baby?"
Rubbing his thumb across her thumb, Booth smiled. "Yes, she's officially Christine Angela Booth."
Alerted by the the door opening, a nurse entered the room carrying Christine. "She's fine. She may be two weeks early, but she's fine. You have a healthy, beautiful daughter. Chances are she really isn't two weeks early, she's probably full term or close to it. It happens."
Standing, Booth took the baby from the nurse's arms. "We'd like to go home now."
Nurse Jones smiled. "Yes of course. I'll go make sure that they're both released and then get a wheelchair for the ride to the lobby."
Watching her leave, Booth frowned. "I don't want to put you through a long drive home. We'll go back to our camp. We have some baby supplies there and I'll get someone to stay with you while I make a run to the store. I'm going to call Hacker and let him know I'm not going to be in for a week. We can go back home next weekend. How does that sound?"
Relieved that she wouldn't be traveling back home that day, Brennan held her arms out for her baby. "Alright."
Placing Christine in her arms, Booth felt relieved and happy that all was well. "Thank you, Bones. Thank you for giving me a daughter."
Her eyes twinkling, Brennan smiled at her new born daughter. "You're welcome, Booth. Thank you for delivering her. You did a very good job."
Proud of his accomplishment, Booth decided it wasn't right to take all the credit. "Well, I did have some help."
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Arriving back at their camp, Booth was surprised to find Dewey sitting on the porch. Helping Brennan from the truck, Booth opened the passenger door and removed the baby seat. "Good thing we bought the seat last week." Removing his daughter from the seat, he carried her over to the porch where Brennan was slowly moving up the steps, Dewey's arm entwined with her arm.
Booth waited until they were both up on the porch and then followed them up. Handing his house key to Dewey, they waited for the boy to unlock the door. "Thank you Dewey. We appreciate your help."
Holding the door open, the boy was proud that he could help. "I can help with other stuff if you need me to. Uncle John said I could help you as long as I don't get in the way. He said I have to leave if you don't want me to stay."
Once Brennan was on the couch in the living room, she turned to look at the boy. "You may stay if you wish, Dewey, but we don't expect you to work while you visit us."
Sitting down next to Brennan, Dewey rubbed the back of his neck. "I want to help."
"Dewey, I need to go to the store. Could you stay and visit with Bones while I'm gone?" Placing the baby in Brennan's arms, Booth made sure she was comfortable. "I won't be gone long and I appreciate you staying."
Eager to be of help, Dewey nodded his head. "Yes Sir. I can stay, really it's what I want to do. Tisha is playing video games and Uncle John was called in to work for something. I'll stay until you get back."
Grateful to the boy, Booth patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks, Dewey."
Pointing to the remote, Brennan advised the lad. "I believe that there is a game on. At least there always seems to a game on when Booth turns the TV on."
Amused, Booth laughed as he left the house.
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Arriving back at the house, Booth unloaded his purchases and carried them up to the porch. Making his last trip from the truck to the porch, he found Dewey picking up bags and carrying them into the house. "Thanks Dewey."
As he carried the bags into the living room, the boy called out. "I'll take them to the kitchen."
After the last bags were in the kitchen, Booth started to unload them as the boy sat on a kitchen chair. "Mrs. Booth in in the bedroom taking a nap."
Placing some fruit on the counter, Booth chuckled. "Bones doesn't go by Mrs. Booth, Dewey. She's Dr. Temperance Brennan. You can call her Doctor Brennan."
Confused, Dewey shrugged his shoulders. Adults could be confusing sometimes. "Okay."
Walking over to the kitchen table, Booth placed a coke and a bag of corn chips in front of the boy. "Here you go." Returning to his grocery sacks, Booth continued to put up his shopping.
Glad to have the Coke, Dewey opened it and gushed. "Thanks. I like corn chips. Uncle John doesn't like them so he doesn't buy them."
"You can take the bag home with you when you go." Finished, Booth carried a Coke over to the table and placed it on the table. "Let me go check on Bones." Leaving the room, Booth walked over to the bedroom and leaned into the doorway. glad to see Brennan sleeping on the bed, he was surprised to see the baby bed in the room, next to the closet. Walking into the room, Booth found his daughter sleeping in the baby bed. Puzzled, he stared at Brennan for a few moments and then left the room. Entering the kitchen, Booth pointed over his shoulder. "How did the baby bed get into my bedroom?"
Swallowing his mouthful of chips, Dewey answered, "I moved it there. Dr. Brennan wanted it in the room. It's okay isn't it?"
"Sure it is." Patting the boy's shoulder, Booth smiled at him to assure him. "I just wanted to make sure that Bones didn't move it." Sitting across from the boy, Booth snagged a few chips from the chips bag and put them on the table in front of him. Picking up a chip, he studied it and then popped it into his mouth. Savoring the salty goodness, Booth swallowed it and commented, "I don't eat these too often, but sometimes I just need some."
Curious, Dewey sipped some of his Coke then placed the bottle on back on the table. "Why do you call Dr. Brennan Bones?"
Sipping some his own Coke, Booth placed the bottle down to answer the boy. "She works with bones. She's an forensic anthropologist, so bones . . . Bones."
"Oh." Sipping his Coke, Dewey frowned at the next thought that came to mind. "Is that a hard job?"
Booth nodded his head. "It sure is. I couldn't do it. Bones is a genius. She's the smartest person I know. She knows everything about bones and a lot of other stuff too. We work together."
Impressed, Dewey glanced at the kitchen door then back at Booth. "Gosh, that's cool."
"Yep." Booth knew it was very cool. "I'm pretty lucky to work with her."
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