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By the time, Brennan was into her eighth month of pregnancy, she had decided to stay home from work. She had grown tired of interns, meaty bodies, Cam, the FBI and Booth. Everyone and everything annoyed her. She was uncomfortable and wanted nothing more than to give birth to her child. No one had protested at the Jeffersonian when she had announced that she was taking leave early and would be gone until after the baby was born. When she realized that no one was going to protest her leaving before she was supposed to, she became even more annoyed. She considered herself to be an irreplaceable part of the Lab and she felt that everyone was acting like her taking time off wasn't very important. This didn't bode well for anyone that dared to call her for help.
Her irritation grew faster than she thought possible on her first day of maternity leave.
Booth had been whistling while he was preparing some toast for breakfast. He had crept out of the bedroom earlier, trying not to make any noise, so that Brennan could sleep in. After all, what was the point of being home from work if you couldn't sleep in? He had been very happy the previous evening when Brennan had announced that she was staying home. If anything, he had been downright giddy with relief ever since Brennan had broke the news to him. Booth had been afraid that Brennan might want to work up until the minute the baby was born. She could be very stubborn about stuff like that. Now his worries were over and he was going to have a great few weeks. Yes Sir. He was one happy bastard.
Walking into the kitchen, Brennan looked at Booth's very happy face and became angry at his cheerfulness. "Booth! Please stop whistling that same tune over and over. If you can't whistle the whole song then just stop. It's very annoying."
Not bothered by her remark, Booth decided that she was just being her normal grumpy morning person. He had learned early in his partnership with Temperance Brennan that she was not a morning person. "Sure. No problem . . . I can't remember the rest of the song anyways."
Not appreciating Booth's patience with her, Brennan complained. "Why didn't you wake me up this morning? You know I don't like to sleep late."
Spreading apple butter on his toast, Booth made sure he covered the toast from edge to edge. "Since you're staying home for the next few weeks, I thought you might want to sleep in . . . I would if I were you."
Angry at his thoughtlessness, Brennan snidely remarked, "Well you're not me. I have work to do on my novel. You should have woke me up. That was very inconsiderate of you."
Booth decided it was time to go to work and leave his woman alone. She was trying to pick a fight with him and he wasn't in the mood to play. He picked up his toast and placed it in a napkin, walked around the counter and gave Brennan a peck on the cheek. "You're right. That was very inconsiderate of me. I'll make sure to wake you up tomorrow morning when I get up."
Walking towards the door, Booth picked up his jacket from the couch and continued walking towards the door.
"Wait Booth!" Brennan tried to stop her mate from leaving. "We're having an argument. You can't just leave. We haven't finished it yet."
Amused, Booth turned around and smiled at Brennan. "No, we're not arguing . . . I'm the one agreeing with you, remember? Call you later. Love you." Turning back around, Booth left the apartment. Once the door was closed behind him, Booth smiled and started to whistle again. Damn, I sure wish I could remember how that song goes. That's going to bug the hell out of me all day.
Once the door was closed and Booth was gone, Brennan became very angry. She had wanted to have an argument with Booth to stop him from acting so goofy happy around her, but he had just ignored her attempt. She loved Booth, but she didn't know if she could put up with Pollyanna Booth for the next few weeks. She just wasn't in the mood. If she was uncomfortable then Booth should be too. After all, he was the one responsible for her discomfort in the first place.
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