Yay! I'm back before it completes a week since my last update! =D

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"Eight pounds and twenty inches." Booth murmured proudly while Brennan was holding their daughter. It was Sunday morning and baby Brennan Booth was now exactly seven hours old. The little girl was as healthy as she could be and was sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms. She was now cleaned and dressed up in the cute outfit her parents chose for her.

"And fifty-six phalanges." Brennan added without taking her eyes of the little bundle she was holding.

"Even just after giving birth you can't say things like a normal person instead of like a squint?" Booth chuckled. "Why couldn't you say she has ten fingers and ten toes?"

"But it's the same."

"Yeah, I know…" Booth sighed. He stared at his girls (yes, they were his girls, even if Bones wouldn't like hearing him saying she was his) for a while and then remembered something. "Oh, I called Angela while you were taking a nap. She was a bit upset because we didn't call her earlier, but I think she forgave me. It's not like I had a lot of time to call her between driving to the hospital in the middle of the night and going with you to the delivery room."

"She's coming here to visit us?" Brennan asked.

"You bet she is. I think only our little princess would take Antie Ange out of bed before eight on a Sunday morning." Booth commented changing his tone while talking to the baby.

Brennan held back a laugh and looked at the big man staring at his new daughter with sparkles in his eyes. Booth had been the best since they arrived at the hospital. Forget that. He'd been the best since he found out about her pregnancy. Or maybe since they started being partners…

"Hey, Booth, look! I think she's opening her eyes!" Brennan raised her head to look at her partner and grinned.

Both their attention were now completely back to the baby, who was moving and making faces.

"Oh, is she squinting?" Booth joked. "Because I think she is squinting. Oh, Lord, I think I'm doomed to be surrounded by Squints in my life."

"She's just trying to adjust to the light, Booth. She'd been in my uterus for the past nine months. It takes a while for the baby to get used to the world outside. Her sight won't be perfect before she's one year old or so."

"What do you mean? She can't see us?"

"Not perfectly. Our sight is a little blurred when we are born, it gets clearer with time." Brennan smiled when the little girl grabbed her finger and opened her eyes.

"Aw, Bones… she's got your eyes." Booth said tearfully. He still couldn't believe in everything that happened in the last year. One day he found out he had a brain tumor, now, one year later; there he was, in the same hospital, now in the maternity wing, looking at the little life he and Bones had created. "And your little nose. She's so beautiful. "

"I think she looks just like you." Brennan grinned while the baby moved her bright blue eyes trying to figure out where the voices were coming from. "The bone marks on her face… she definitely looks like you."

"Nah-ah, Bones, she'll all you." Booth disagreed. Their baby was the most beautiful newborn he'd ever seen, and he wasn't saying that because he was her father. She was really beautiful. Parker was cute too, but he got really cute and adorable once he got a bit older. He was born a little premature, so it took a while for him to gain weight.

"I think she is perfect." She said simply. "I know perfection in an impossible goal for a human being to reach, but to me, she has no flaws." She smiled and looked up at Booth. "Is it normal? Feeling this way about her so fast? I just… I can't see my life without her anymore, Booth. And just the thought of someone doing any harm to her… it makes me want to kill them."

"It's more than normal, Bones." Booth leaned down and planted a kiss in her head. "You're just acting like a protective mom taking care of her offspring. That's what people call maternal instinct." He stroked the baby's almost bald head. "I'm not a mother, but I know what you mean. I just met her a few hours ago and I already love her with all my heart."

"She's so lucky." Brennan smiled.

Booth looked at her waiting for the complement of the statement.

"To have you as a father." She added. "I'm happy that you were so insistent about that. I'm really thankful for that."

"And I'm glad you allowed me to be a part of her life." They held their gazes for a while, only breaking it when Booth felt his index finger being grabbed by the baby's free hand. He smiled. "You know, we have to give her a name."

Brennan looked down at her again, the baby holding each of her parent's index fingers in a different hand.

"I was thinking about Isabelle." She said.

"I think it's a beautiful name." Booth agreed. "I like Grace, for the middle name."

"Isabelle Grace." Brennan tried saying the name aloud and smiled. "I like it."

"I guess you're Isabelle Grace, then." Booth told the baby girl. "Isabelle Grace Brennan Booth. That's a mouthful. We can call her Belle."

"She's barely a day old and you've already got her a nickname." Brennan chuckled. "You're impossible, Booth."

"Ah, come on, Bones. It's pretty cute, don't you think? There's a Disney princess with that name." Booth opened his charming smile.

Could she ever disagree with him when he looked at her like that? She didn't think so.

"It's actually cute." She smiled back. "It's French for beauty."

"See? It fits her perfectly!" Booth and Brennan shared a moment with their newborn when Isabelle started pouting and Booth knew pretty well what would come after that. A big scream that could only mean one thing: she was hungry.

"The nurse asked me to call her when she started crying. She said she would help me because sometimes it takes a little while for the baby to figure out how to suck the breast nipple." Brennan said.

Booth swallowed.

"Oh, please, Booth." Brennan rolled her eyes. "You really can't still be embarrassed every time I mention something like that. Breastfeeding will be a regular activity in my life for the next months and since you'll probably be spending a lot of time with me and the baby, you better get used to it."

"I'm fine, Bones." He said quickly. "I'm fine, okay?"

"Okay." Brennan smirked, not really sure if she could believe him, but knowing he would try not to show his embarrassment.

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Fortunately, Isabelle didn't have trouble figuring out how to get her source of alimentation. Smart as mommy and hungry as daddy, Booth thought. His heart got warmer at the sight of Brennan breastfeeding their daughter. She looked so comfortable in that position, like she was born to do that. Who would imagine the super smart and cold (or so thought the ones who didn't know her) scientist Temperance Brennan would be such a lovely and warm mother?

"This is amazing." She told Booth. Brennan never felt so important and complete in her whole life. For someone, she was the most important person in the world. Yes, the baby could survive without her, there was formula and other things to fulfill all the baby's needs, but none of them would be as good as her, her mother. A mother. She was a mother. Tears started falling from her eyes and she didn't even notice them, so focused she was on her baby.

"You alright, Bones?" Booth asked concerned. "I heard breastfeeding can be very hard for some women, that it hurts a lot on the first days."

"I'm more than fine, Booth." Brennan said sincerely. She hadn't sleep more than one hour in the last night and still, Booth thought she never looked so beautiful, or so happy. She was glowing. "I'm just happy."

Booth nodded and waited until the baby decided she got enough. When she finally let go of Brennan's breast, her mother looked at Booth and asked if he wanted to put her to burp.

"Can I?" He asked flattered.

"You're her father, Booth, you don't have to ask for permission." Brennan told him softly and passed the baby to his arms.

Booth took his daughter carefully and patted her back while bouncing slowly. Brennan stared at them in delight. Looked like Booth didn't know there was anyone else in that room other than him and the baby. He was so into her and she seemed very comfortable in his strong arms.

"Bones?" Booth asked after a few minutes, finally realizing Brennan was also in the room. "You told me earlier that you wouldn't have anyone else's baby… Why did you choose me? I mean, the truth, not the whole 'you have great traces and are a good breeder thing'."

"Booth…" Brennan gasped. What would she tell him? She thought she would have a little more time to analyze everything. It wasn't like she had a lot of free time to think about the subject in the few hours after Isabelle's birth. "I-"

She was saved by a knock on the door.

"Come in." She said quickly.

"Oh my God!" Angela mouthed what would definitely be a scream if they were somewhere else. She brought her hand to her heart and let out a big sigh. "That is the most adorable thing I've ever seen in the world. I would say the hottest, but I don't really think it would be appropriated for the situation." She pointed at Booth and the baby. "I still have to live to see something cuter than a big guy rocking his baby girl."

"Hi, Ange." Brennan laughed and waved at Angela from her bed.

"Oh, Sweetie!" Angela finally remembered her friend, who just popped that baby out a few hours ago. "I'm sorry, I was so touched by G-man and your cute baby that I just couldn't see anything else. How are you doing?"

"I'm great, thank you." Brennan assured her. "Hi, Hodgins. What were you doing with Angela at eight in the morning? Were you working on some case?"

Hodgins, who entered the room right after Angela, looked at her unsure of what to say.

"No, we were not working on a case." Angela said quickly and then leaned down a bit to murmur to Brennan: "I'll fill you in later." She winked.

"I'm looking forward to it." Brennan grinned and looked suspiciously back and forth the forensic artist and the entomologist.

"Now, let me meet my goddaughter." Angela said standing next to Booth. "Let me hold her."

"Oh, but I just got her…" Booth whined.

"Come on, Booth, just for a minute, I promise."

"Okay…" He agreed, not very happy.

"Oh, God, she's the most beautiful little baby I've ever seen."

"No kidding, she doesn't even have a knee face like most newborns." Hodgins commented, peeking over Angela's shoulder to see the baby. "Good job, you two."

"Of course my baby doesn't have a knee face!" Brennan exclaimed defensively.

"Were you expecting her to be something less than beautiful? Come on, I guess we all overestimated your intelligence, guys. Look at her parents." Booth pointed at himself and at Brennan. "There were no chances of her not being pretty being the daughter of that sexy scientist and this hot FBI agent." He smirked.

"Well, I can't really argue about that." Angela laughed.

"Oh, man, look at her little eyes." Hodgins said and raised his head to look at Booth. "Dude, you'll be so screwed when she grows up. She'll have like, a million of boys trying to get her."

Booth gasped at the sudden realization that someday his baby would grow up and if she looked even a bit like her mom, who she seemed to look alike quite a lot, she without a doubt would have a lot of men falling on her feet. He clenched his jaw.

"Well, and I'll shoot each one of them." Booth shrugged.

"BOOTH!" Brennan cried.

"What?" He asked pretending to be oblivious. "Sorry, Bones, but I will not let any stupid horny boy touch my little girl. They better don't even think about it."

"That's ludicrous!" Brennan exclaimed stupefied. "It's just natural that someday she'll get a boyfriend."

"Well, that better happen after she's like, thirty." Booth said thinking about it.

"Booth, that's completely ridiculous and just a proof of your alpha male tendencies. If she wants to date, she'll date and you won't be able to do anything about it. We don't live in the XV century anymore."

"We'll see." Booth moaned.

"God, please let me be alive to witness that when that happened." Angela chuckled. "I just can see her driving Booth crazy. It will be such a good entertainment."

"Yeah, I want to see if you'll find that that funny when you have your own little girls." Booth huffed.

"I'll teach them all the good things in this life and tell them to live and enjoy their lives the most while they can. And boys certainly enter the 'enjoy their lives the most' part." Angela smirked.

"What?" That was Hodgins time to gasp.

"Honey, you should know by now that I'm a modern woman and shouldn't expect anything but a very open mother-daughter relationship between me and my kids." Angela said. "Of course, I also won't have any problem if they want to date girls. What I mean is that love is something everyone should experience in life. And I'll definitely tell them to start their fun before they are thirty."

Booth and Brennan exchanged looks. Honey? Something clearly was going on again between those two.

"Ha!" Booth laughed and pointed at Hodgins, who now had a very serious and concerned face. "Who is laughing now?"

Isabelle whimpered and Angela passed her back to Brennan, who couldn't explain how she could miss having her daughter in her arms when she gave her for Booth to hold only thirty minutes before. The baby stopped crying as soon as Brennan got her.

"You guys should definitely make more of those." Angela said looking at the baby. "But make them the right and old-fashioned way this time." She added mischievously.

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So… what do you think? Boring? Already sick and tired of all the fluffy? =/

I don't know, but I think this story will probably have just one or two more chapters and then an epilogue.

Like always, the squints arrived at the hospital to visit them with just a perfect timing, right? ;)

Oh! And what did you think of the name? I had chosen Isabelle for a very long time (and funny enough, a lot of you suggested it when I asked for suggestions. You know who you are… hehehe), I wasn't very sure about it at first, but I just can picture perfectly Brennan having a little girl called Isabelle. And besisdes loving the name, I just happen to like the nickname Belle, I think it's very cute. I also love the name Isabella/Bella, but Twilight kind of ruined it a little bit for me, and I think Isabelle fits Booth & Brennan's baby better. Also, I like the way Isabelle Booth sounds.

By the way, I had no idea about the fact David Boreanaz changed his daughter name from Bardot to Bella when I started writing this story and chose that name. It's really a big coincidence.

Also, to the people wondering why I didn't name her Christine or at least used it as a middle name, I just have to say two things: I'm not really that big of a fan of the name (not that I hate it, I just think it's more an older person 's name, not a baby girl's name) and most importantly, I think 99% of the stories with Booth and Brennan having a daughter have the kid's name being Christine, or Something Christine, so, I'm going for originality here.

At first I wouldn't even give her a middle name (in my country we don't use middle names, we use the mother's maiden surname as middle name and then the father's surname), but then I thought Grace would be a nice one. That kid will without a doubt bring joy to her parent's life and is certainly a gift for them; especially after all they've been through.

Wow, I guess this is the longest author's note I've ever written! Hehehe

Kudos for those who read it all! ;)