The next few days were mother daughter bonding. Brennan spent one day at the park with her daughter and started to learn what it was like to see things for the first time through a child's eyes. To see the amazement and joy in Heathers eyes started making Brennan look at things a little differently now.
The simple things in life where what mattered now to Brennan, picnics in the park, spending the morning curled up on the couch with her daughter next to her watching cartoons, whose concept escaped Brennan, but made Heather giggle continually. Everything was perfect, she had never been happier in her life. It had been easier since Booth was keeping his distance, there was not a constant reminder of yet another thing she had lost and having Heather kept her mind from wandering to often.
Heather had fallen asleep watching cartoons. She carefully lifted her daughter and carried her to her bed so she could do some much needed housework without waking Heather. She kissed her daughter and as she closed her bedroom door she grabbed the empty laundry basket and headed to the laundry room.
Smiling to herself as she pulled clothing from the dryer, who would have thought Temperance Brennan could be domestic. She picked up her basket and headed for the living to fold the clothes.
Folding clothes didn't take much intellectual thought, so her mind wandered. She missed Booth, he hadn't been around in a couple of days. She had told him not to, but she missed him. She missed his laugh, he witty jokes, which she never understood, his walk, his smell, his... His words came back to her mind "Because, you are the most beautiful, stubborn, smart, tender, and aggravating woman I know. And, I can't imagine my life without you." She shook her head, she started to think about the bones in the body, starting at her toes she began naming them all off, trying to push Booth from her mind.
There was a light knock on the door. She got up looked through the hole and there he stood. "Booth, please no." she said through the door
"Bones, we need to talk."
"No, there is no more to talk about."
"Bones, open this door, this isn't over. You open it or I will break it down."
"Booth, stop just stop, we had our chance, we missed, just please go."
With that a crash the door came flying open. Brennan sat straight up, looking around confused. Her eyes darted to the door that was still closed and then came to rest on her daughter who was standing in the middle of spilled potato chips, a wooden bowl still rolling around on the floor. She rubbed her head trying to clear the sleep from her brain.
"I sorry Mommy."
Brennan reached for her daughter. "Oh baby, shhhh, it is okay." She gave her little girl a hug and got a broom to clean up the mess.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful. They spent the afternoon creating block castles, practicing numbers and letters, watching cartoons, putting Disney decals on Heathers bedroom wall, and just snuggling. She had also never been more tired than she had since Heather had come. Heather was a ball of energy that Brennan doubted the best athletic could keep up with. She wasn't complaining, as exhausting as it was, the joy this little girl brought was so worth it.
Brennan had Heather in bed and asleep by 8, dishes done, checked the locks on the door and she looked around her apartment. She decided to call it an earlier night and get some much needed sleep too.