Brennan stood with her head resting on Booth's shoulder.

"Booth, it's perfect" she sighed. He nodded "Yeah, I did do a pretty neat job, didn't I?" he said, quite proud of himself and his handiwork. Pale apple green walls, timber furniture, pink princess linen, and a warm honey coloured timber floor with a pink and apple green rug. It had taken him weeks, but it was done. And just in time too!. Brennan reached up, curling her hand around the back of his head, pulling him close to kiss him. "Hey!" Booth pulled back as a tiny foot kicked him squarely in the lower stomach. He looked down "I seem to remember someone else doing that" he laughed, dipping his head again to kiss his best girl.

They stepped through the doorway into Christine's new bedroom. She was going to have to evacuate the nursery before Peanut arrived. Getting her into the new room however, was not going to be an easy task. Christine had become. difficult. of late. She was digging her heels in on everything they were trying to introduce to her. New room. New bed. New baby. She was having none of any of it. Her attitude was becoming so bad that she had reduced Brennan to tears several times. Booth understood that a good portion of this was hormones and the fact that Brennan was eight months pregnant, and therefore physically and mentally exhausted.

He was getting frustrated lately, coming home from work and finding both of them in tears . But he was determined that he was going to get Christine into that room and settled before Peanut arrived. And he was going to do it himself. Bones had too much to deal with right now. She was not feeling the best. She was huge for one thing. Like the side of a barn huge. Not that he would e v e r say it. He was not sure he was finished having children yet. And anyway, he thought she was absolutely beautiful right now. She just couldn't understand why he did. Plus, Peanut was so active, the kicking kept her awake most nights. And, she was having a bit of a crisis with Christine.

Bone's had this idea that she could talk to Christine. Booth knew that this was never going to work. Firstly, Christine was far too headstrong and secondly, she was only two and a half, and not many two year olds had the ability to think about their actions or understand other's feelings about their actions. He had tried to explain this to Brennan, but of course, she played the I'm a doctor and know what I'm doing card. So he had shrugged and let her try it her way. He on the other hand used a more, old fashioned approach. Hence, him having a little more control over their feisty toddler.

Anyway, this weekend it was happening. Christine was moving into her new room. It was going to go well. It was going to go fantastic. It's going to happen if it kills me.

Booth had brought Christine to her new room, opened the door with a flourish. He half invited, half pulled her into the room and started making a fuss over her and the fact that she had this beautiful new room now.

"Look Christine! A pretty princess bed for you!" Booth presented the sweet pink and white, frilly, toddler bed to his daughter. Patting the Disney princess quilt and pillows as he sat on the edge of the bed, trying to coerce her into coming and sitting on it with him. Christine stood in the centre of the room, staring him down. Her sweet little pink lips parted and,

"No!"

"Look at the dolls house Christine! And look! There's your name!" he stood and pointed at the ornate dolls house that Max had sent for his granddaughter, and then at the lettering on the wall above it, spelling out her name in glittery pink letters.

"No!"

"And look at all your toys in here!" Booth moved across to a large shelving unit with all of Christine's favourite toys and dolls in it, just waiting for her to come and throw them around the room.

"No!"

Booth sucked in his lips and took a deep breath through his nose. "And look over there! A table with a chair just for you!" he walked towards her his hand outstretched to her.

"Not Christine's room!" she yelled and ran out of view.

Booth stood in the middle of the room, his head tilted back, eyes looking up at the ceiling which was decorated with the milky way that glowed in the dark. when did she learn to talk he muttered to himself. He let out a long sigh and followed his daughter to her old room, where she had deposited herself underneath her cot.

"Christine. Christine!" he said, trying to let his voice raise. "Come out of there. This isn't your room any more. This is the new baby's room. Peanut's room." he said cajoling her, reaching under the cot for her.

Christine slapped at his hand "My room Daddy!" she yelled at him. Booth took a breath, reached out and pulled his daughter from under the cot. "Look" he said holding her so she could see "Look, no pillow or blankies any more. No toys. No dolly's" he turned her around to see that the room had been stripped bare of her things.

The little girls mouth dropped open as she surveyed the room. It was no longer her domain. His words slowly hit her. It was going to belong to

the new baby.

I don't want a new baby. Mommy and Daddy keep talking about it. Mommy has got really fat, and Daddy told me that she's going to go to hospital soon and bring home a new baby for us.

They spend a lot of time hugging and Daddy keeps kissing Mommy's tummy. The new baby is living in there. I don't like it.

And now I have to move to a new room and have a big girls bed. No. I don't wanna.

Daddy says new baby has to have my bed. My bed! No! It's my bed and my room!

I hate the new baby. I won't ever kiss it or hold it like Mommy says.

I don't want to talk about the new baby any more.