1/4 done, yay! this one's over the word limit but i couldn't bring myself to cut it down, so yeah!
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25. Sting
"Ow!"
Five year old Christine had tears tracking down her cheeks before her older brother could even reach her side.
"Chris, what's wrong?"
"Something bit me."
"Well, let's go find Bones and Dad, they'll know what to do."
"Mommy is smart."
"She is." Parker chuckled, settling her on his hip, carrying her into the house. He knocked on the door to the master bedroom, "Dad? Bones?"
"Come in, bub."
Booth and Brennan were sat side by side on their bed, six month old Henry resting comfortably in his mother's arms.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"
Parker sat on the bed beside Booth, transferring Christine to his arms.
"Something bit me!"
"Let me see, Christine."
Christine had barely lifted away the hand that was covering her injury before Brennan had identified what had happened.
"Bee sting. Parker, can you hold Henry for a minute, I think we have something to treat a sting in the first aid kit?"
"Sure, Bones." He smiled, grinning as Brennan settled the baby into his arms.
"Parker, why do you call Mommy Bones?"
"'Cause that's what Dad called her when I was little."
"Daddy, why do you call Mommy Bones?"
"It's just my nickname for her, baby."
"Mommy, do you like it that Daddy and Parker call you Bones?"
"I didn't at first."
"What about now, Mommy?"
"I love it. I think I always did, but don't tell Daddy. It was the first nickname someone had given me, and when— when I found out that Temperance Brennan wasn't my birth name, Daddy calling me Bones helped me figure out who I was, and I love him a lot for that. And, one of the happiest moments of my life is when your brother first called me Bones. He was about your age, wanting to be just like his Daddy, so he called me Bones too, and they're the only two people ever allowed to call me that."
"Can I call you Bones, Mommy?"
"No, because the only think I like being called more than Bones is Mommy."