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That night Booth came to the Jeffersonian to pick up his girls (Brennan, Christine, and now Julie) and headed home. As they drove, Julie sat in silence undoubtedly recalling the news she received today. Trying to lighten the mood Temperance mentioned that she could start school tomorrow,

"Really?!" Julie bursted, her head snapping up from the window it was leaning on

"Yes really, I was thinking we should go pick up some school supplies when we get home" she suggested, but realized something immediately "oh wait I was supposed to make Italian cookies for Christine's day care class. Tomorrow is multicultural day"

"Oh I can take her Bones" Booth started "well, only if you're ok with that, Julie?" he turned quickly to look at her

"No, I guess that's fine" she replied. She was (and probably would be for a long time) very cautious around men, but Booth was the reason she was safe now, and she trusted him

"Great that's settled" he said shooting a toothy smile her way. They arrived home and Christine and Brennan got out and Julie hopped into the front seat and headed to the store with Booth. Just before they pulled away he sent Brennan a quick text message,

We have to talk about something. Are we going to keep Julie?

Just as they drove away he got a response

I've thought about it too. I think it should ultimately be up to her. We'll talk about it when we get home.

He decided to leave it at that.

Brennan walked inside holding her yawning baby and set her down in her high-chair while she cooked. The baby watched her with fascination as she gracefully cracked eggs, poured flour, milk, and butter into a bowl almost mechanically. She knew exactly what she was doing. A sweet grin spread across Christine's lips as she smelled the chocolate her mother had melted over the stove, mixing it every few second by twisting her wrist and lifting it just enough to mix all the contents. Brennan stole a glance at her daughter and couldn't help but mirror the smile she saw,

"You are very much like your father, Christine. You seem to be able to project your emotions to me. Me seeing you happy, makes me happy."

The baby responded with a giggle and Temperance couldn't resist the urge to walk straight up to her, kiss her firmly on her chubby cheeks, and tickle her belly until she was shrieking with laughter. The most glorious sound Brennan had ever heard, and it filled the house entirely like the way an orchestra fills a concert hall.

Temperance finished the last of the mixing, rolled the dough into cookie sized pieces, and threw them in the oven. Deciding she would much rather spend this time with her daughter, and the cookies had 40 minutes to cook.

She lifted her baby out of her seat and she automatically wrapped her arms around her neck and put her head on her shoulder. Brennan loved spending time with Booth and Julie, but there was nothing quite like alone time with her baby. They shared a bond that could not even be put into words. They understood everything about each other. Why she stood a certain way, the way she crinkled her nose when she slept...every little thing the other did was and accepted and understood without reason. Brennan found so much peace in a relationship like that. And so did Christine.

Temperance slowly walked to the living room, swaying with each step so as to rock her daughter into sleepiness. As usual, it worked. And by the time she got to her bedroom, the sound of Christine's breathing let her know that she was dreaming. But when she tried to put her in her crib the baby clung tighter to her neck and gave a disapproving groan. She had seen this happen before, but with Booth. Thinking quickly, she remembered what he always did to make her fall asleep completely and decided to try the same thing.

She walked back downstairs and lay on the couch while the baby lay on her chest, rising and falling slightly as her mother breathed. Brennan then picked up the correct remote, turned on the surround sound radio (that Booth had insisted was a necessity) and hit "CD". Immediately a playlist that Booth had devised himself began to play. He had read somewhere while Temperance was pregnant that classical music stimulated children. So he made a CD to play against her stomach every night. But made her swear never to tell anyone, insisting that it made him look "less manly". Obviously the next day she told Angela who thought it was the sweetest thing in the world, who told Hodgin's, who told everyone else, and Booth still hadn't heard the end of it.

Bach's cello suite prelude no. 1 began to play and Brennan herself was soon drifting to sleep.

Booth and Julie walked through the isles of school materials in silence.

"If ya see something you like, just throw it in the cart" he told her

She looked up at him, "anything?" she asked. Not accustom to such freedom

"Absolutely anything" he winked at her

She smiled and looked at a notebook and took it off the shelf, lifting it so he could see the logo on the cover, "this?" she asked

"I have a new respect for you kid, I didn't know you liked the Ramones?!"

She laughed lightly, "They were my brothers favorite, he used to play them all the time in the car. But then my dad would switch it to Johnny Cash and they would argue for the whole rest of the car ride" she smiled to herself as she recalled the memory. "They both always told me that you could tell a lot about a person by what they listened to"

"Well they were smart guys" Booth responded "So if I told you I liked Foreigner what would you say?" He gave her a dazzling grin

"Hmm.. well I would guess you were..." she thought about it for a minute. "Classic. Appreciative of the old days. The kind of person who likes black and white movies and baseball games"

"Woah. That's impressive." He replied

They picked up a few more notebooks, some folders, pens and pencils, and a back pack.

For the whole ride home they continued the game they started in the store.

"Elvis Presley" he'd say

"Smooth talker, a little bit cocky, and a good dancer" she'd respond

He laughed loudly, "Ok, ok, you're turn

"Steve Miller band"

"Loves to have fun, adventurous, appreciates a good joke"

they played until they pulled up to the house. Each had 4 shopping bags in there hand as they walked in and saw Temperance sleeping on the couch with a little bit of drool on her chin, Christine on top of her dead to the world, Fantasia in A minor playing on the radio, and burnt cookies on the stove.

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