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She'd been in the hospital for a week and desperately wanted to go home. Booth had talked to her doctors and they had finally decided that she could return home as long as she didn't exert herself. Booth has sworn that she wouldn't have to do anything once she was home so her surgeon had consented to releasing her from the hospital.

Wheeling her down to the lobby, Booth smiled at the scowl on his mate's face. "Come on Bones, you get to go home. Cheer up."

Resigned to using the wheel chair, Brennan stared at the front entrance as they approached it, "I don't feel that it was necessary for me to be wheeled out of the hospital. I'm ambulatory and I need to exercise to regain my strength."

Stopping abruptly, Booth leaned over Brennan and started to fuss at her, "Bones, you are not allowed to exercise right now. Your doctor told you that and you agreed. If you're planning on doing what you're not supposed to do then I'm taking you back to your hospital room right now. There is no way I'm going to let you hurt yourself."

Angry at Booth's attitude, Brennan looked up at Booth's face. Seeing fear written there, Brennan relented, "I will not exercise until I'm given permission to do so, Booth. Stop worrying about me, I'm going to be fine."

Biting his lower lip, Booth stared intently at Brennan trying to decide if she was sincere. Nodding his head, Booth smiled, "Let's go home then."

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Since Booth adamantly refused to allow her to climb the staircase, Brennan found herself banished to the downstairs part of the house. Booth had placed blankets and pillows on one of the couches and had then moved the coffee table away and towards the end of the couch so that it wouldn't get in her way when she left the couch. He'd placed a small bell on the coffee table and told her to ring it when she needed something. He'd taken a week of vacation and he planned to make sure Brennan followed doctor's orders.

Brennan had expected Booth to retrieve Christine from Day Care; but was disappointed to hear that Angela was going to bring her home that evening.

"I can't leave you at home by yourself Bones." Shifting his feet, Booth assured her, "Christine will be fine where she is and you'll get to see her tonight."

Laying on the couch, Brennan sighed, "I want to sleep in my bed, Booth. I don't want to be down here. This is ridiculous."

Determined to protect her, Booth agreed with a condition, "Alright, you can go upstairs if I carry you upstairs."

Furious at Booth's condition, Brennan responded rather hotly, "Absolutely not. You could hurt your back doing something ridiculous like that."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth replied, "It's me carry you or you stay down here."

Giving in, Brennan closed her eyes, "Fine. You're being a jerk you know."

Sitting on the couch, Booth smiled, "Okay, if you say so."

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"You are so stubborn."

Opening her eyes, Brennan looked up and saw her mother staring at her. "I don't understand, what are you doing here?"

Amused at Brennan's reaction, Christine sat down on the coffee table and stared at her daughter, "I'm just visiting."

Worried about her sanity, Brennan pinched her wrist . . . hard.

Puzzled at her daughter's behavior, Christine asked, "What are you doing?"

Looking away from her wrist and back at her mother, Brennan replied, "I was pinching myself to see if I could feel the pressure on my wrist. I can; but, that proves nothing, "I'm quite certain I'm dreaming. I'm not sure why I'm dreaming of you though since my life is not in danger anymore."

A smiled on her lips, she leaned over and patting her daughter's shoulder, "Maybe you're dreaming about me because you miss me."

Not answering, Brennan studied her mother's features. Finally, Brennan sighed, "Why did you say I'm stubborn?"

Clasping her hands in her lap, Christine smiled, "Because your man wants you to stay downstairs and you don't want to listen to him. Why not let him carry you upstairs if you really want to go upstairs?"

Irritated at her mother's interference, Brennan frowned, "His back and knees cause him problems. His bones are weak from . . . never mind, Carrying me upstairs could aggravate those problems and I wouldn't be able to help him if he gets hurt."

Frowning, Christine asked, "He sounds as stubborn as you are. If he knows he has a bad back and he should be careful then he has no business offering to carry you upstairs."

Amused, Brennan replied, "You think I'm stubborn; but, you really haven't dealt with a stubborn person until you've dealt with Booth. He's extremely stubborn."

Uncertain how they managed to have peace in their house, Christine remarked, "God help you both then when my granddaughter becomes older. If she takes after both of you then you're both in trouble."

Shaking Brennan's shoulder, Booth exclaimed, "Bones, what do you want for lunch?"

Momentarily confused, Brennan looked around and seeing her mother was gone, "I must have been dreaming."

Smiling at her, Booth sat on the coffee table, "Oh yeah? Anything good I hope?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan replied, "I dreamt that my mother was sitting on that coffee table and talking to me."

His eyebrows arching up, Booth replied, "What did you talk about?"

A frown wrinkling her brown, Brennan replied, "How stubborn you are."

Surprised at the repsonse, Booth asked, "How stubborn I am? Me? Just me?"

Laughing, Brennan stared at Booth's annoyed expression, "And how stubborn I am and probably how stubborn Christine is going to be."

Chuckling, Booth assured her,"Well, at least we'll all have something in common."

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