A/N: Sorry for the late update. I've been working a lot lately and it's kind of killing the muse since I'm just so exhausted from everything. My cousin is also getting married soon and the updates will be delayed for that as well. BUT: I have two days off coming soon so hopefully, I can keep my sanity long enough to get the last few chapters of this going and another chapter of Long Nights up. The song in this chapter sounds kind of angsty when you listen to it, but I'm going to use the lyrics in a positive manner. This one is from both POVs again. Also, I've changed to the present tense. I have a reason and hopefully that reason is at least somewhat evident. If not or you'd like to know why, just ask! Get ready for some more super fluff! Enjoy!

Givin' Up

I've woken up to the light now
And I've hardly had any sleep
And the song that plays will stay with me all day

And I hear it over and over again
Another one of those crazy days
And the same old same old may be hard to change
But I'm ready

Two days. We've been home for two days.

And she won't sleep. Not for me. Not for Booth. She just won't go down easily. She eats well and her motor skills are developing quite rapidly but she won't sleep.

Yes, she'll nap and one favorite habit of hers is dozing on her father's chest while he falls asleep watching some sort of sports event but she won't sleep for longer than a few hours at a time. Although, according to my research, that's normal.

I guess I just miss having a full night's sleep.

And I want to go back to work.

Cam and Booth won't just let me keep a pack-n-play in my office. They feel I need to actually stay home with Quinn which I find entirely unnecessary. But, according to Cam, it's what other mothers do so she wants me to follow the norm on this one.

I will admit: I do enjoy spending time with her. Quinn looks at me when I speak to her, even though I know she doesn't really know what I'm saying. Booth has this annoying habit of speaking to her in a high pitched voice and using nonsense words. I told him that if he uses his normal voice more, she'll be more likely to recognize him. He has adhered to my wishes on that but I still sometimes catch him speaking to our daughter like that. But, assuming he talked to Parker like that and that Parker developed well and is quite an intelligent boy, Quinn will be fine if she is exposed to that just a bit.

Booth has decided to take a couple of weeks off to help me adjust to taking care of an infant. He has assured me that he knows what he is doing. Booth is obsessed with helping me with Quinn. He has taught me how to change diapers and roll them up so nothing falls out. It is quite handy. Especially since the wipe can become dirty as well.

I prepared as much as I could before Quinn's arrival. I read books and researched online about things that could go wrong or things that could even possibly happen during the birth. I was nervous when I started having contractions and I was assured by several nurses that it was natural to feel some anxiety before the birth of a first child.

I didn't know why I was so apprehensive. I was used to co-parenting Parker with Booth. I didn't understand why everyone thought I would have issues taking care of a newborn. I didn't think it could've been that different from an eleven year old.

I know now that I, unfortunately, was wrong. I wasn't used to the crying when she was hungry or the whining when there was a dirty diaper. But, I am now discovering that each cry is a little different and I am starting to discover that her eyes are bluer than I had originally thought. But, the dark mass of hair on Quinn's head is curlier than mine ever was. She definitely looks like Booth more than I do.

I could hear her whining through the monitor. She's probably hungry. I rose from my desk to find Booth sprinting up the stairs.

"Stay there, Bren. I'll get Q."

I really do hate that nickname; Q, not Bren. I actually like it better when he calls me that than Bones. I just hate it when he calls the baby Q. Sort of. Actually, it's quite endearing for her. But I had already expressed my disgust to Booth once and now he makes up random names for her just to annoy me. "You really should call her by her full name before she gets confused. I'm not sure I like her being confused before she can even speak! Plus, she's hungry anyway!"

Booth stops half way up the staircase. "Well, if she is, I'll have you come up. Just listen through the monitor."

I know there's no way to fight him on it and I go back into my office. Not two minutes later, his voice came through the monitor. "Bren, uh, if I could feed her, I would. But for some reason, God didn't give me that ability."

I laugh at him even though I know he probably can't hear me from Quinn's room.

I slowly walk up the stairs; I'm still sore from the birth a few days ago. The doctors said I would return to normal soon but I'm still getting used to not having the heavy belly in front of me. Seeing my feet again is a weird phenomenon.

"If your God gave you the ability to feed our daughter, you'd have breasts," I tell him. Booth's eyes become wide and he willingly passes Quinn to me.

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"If your God gave you the ability to feed our daughter, you'd have breasts," she tells me. So, now that I have that horrifying image in my head, I hand Quinn to Bones.

She smiles at me and sits down in the glider to feed the baby. I walk out of the room. I have to tell Parker not to disturb Bren and the baby so he doesn't get an eyeful of something he doesn't need to see.

I have to stop though and I look back at my girls. It's still weird that I can say that. I can hardly believe that I have a daughter. I smile at Bones and head down the stairs to go to the basement.

We bought a house about two months before Quinn was born. Bones lucked out since she was so pregnant that she couldn't lift anything. I did all the unpacking and she did all the bossing around. That was fine by me because there was no way I was going to let her do anything in her condition.

Parker had his own room, Quinn had a room, Bones and I had a huge room and there was even a guest room and Bren's office. Parker and I basically have the basement to ourselves. Half of it is his toy room and the other half is where Parks and I watch our sports. We have a giant back yard too. I want to get some of that chalk they use for football fields and mark off fifty yards or so for Parker, his friends and I can play some real ball without having to go to the park or up to the elementary school, but Bones isn't really thrilled with that idea.

I creep down the stairs slowly so I could try to sneak up on my son.

"Dad, I'm not down there anymore," he says. He's standing at the top of the stairs in the kitchen holding a popsicle.

"Who said you could have that?" I ask. I'm not about to admit that he scared the shit out of me.

"Bones did." I cringe. This is what I wanted to avoid. "Why does Q have to burp when she's done eating? Bones tried to explain it but…" he wrinkles his nose, "She used her big words again."

I laugh. I'm just glad that she was done feeding the baby. "Q's gotta burp 'cause she eats too fast. Just like you."

"Oh. Why didn't Bones just say that?" he asks.

I shrug. "Guess what?"

"What?"

I roll my eyes. "You didn't guess."

"Uh…we're getting a dog and mom's gonna let me stay with you and Bones and Quinn?"

I was not expecting that. "Do you want to stay with me and Bones and Quinn?"

He nods. "Why wouldn't I? I wanna see my baby sister on more than just weekends." I made a note to talk to Rebecca about that when she cones to get Parker tomorrow.

"Well, guess again."

He sighs. "If I give you a bite of my popsicle, will you just tell me?"

I laugh. "Fine." I take a bite of the banana ice and say with my mouth full, "Pops is gonna be here soon."

His eyes widen and he drops his popsicle. "Really?" He's practically jumping and he runs to the front door to watch for his great-granddad.

"Let me know when he's here," I tell him. I want to go up stairs to see if Bren's had any luck getting Quinn to go back to sleep.

"Dad! He's here!" I'm hardly half way up the stairs but I can see out the window that Pops' taxi is in the driveway. I offered to pick him up but he refused and told me I needed to stay with Bones and Quinn.

Parker opens the door wide and didn't even bother to close it. I jump back down the stairs and go to help Pops inside.

"Hiya, shrimp and little shrimp! How's the even littler shrimp?" I smile at him and take his bag.

"The baby's good. She doesn't really like to sleep when we want her to, but we're doin' alright."

"Alright, shrimp, hold on. Do you really live here or is this some kind of joke? This house is huge! I almost made the cabbie leave. Plus, I can't find my glasses anywhere so I don't even know the baby's name yet? Who sent out these birth announcements 'cause I can barely read the dang thing!"

"That was Angela! She said she knew Bones wouldn't tell anyone about Quinn. Angela's an artist so she did all the announcements by hand! They're really pretty. For girly stuff," Parker tells him.

"So what's the baby's name? Ya lost me in all that girly art talk, sport," Pops shouts, still standing on the front sidewalk.

"Quinn. With a 'Q' not a 'K' like it sounds," Parker clarifies for him.

"Booth? Why is the front door open?" Bones is standing in the doorway, holding Quinn. I swear, as soon as she gets that baby in her arms, there's almost no way she'll put her down. She's more capable of love than she thinks.

"Dr. Brennan!" Pops shouts and shuffles over to her.

She looks confused. "Why are you calling me that? We, metaphorically, are related now."

I know she told me she couldn't change. And I never said I wanted her to. But I can see the change in her that makes me love her even more.

Pops laughs and sticks his arms out. "Give her here! Lemme see her!"

Bren suddenly gets this overprotective look and hold Q closer to her body.

"Uh, Pops, you know, we should go inside and shut the door. The air's on and Bones has allergies," I say, hoping that at least he'll have a seat before he attempts to hold my daughter under the eye of her very protective first time mother.