"I can't believe you had this thing on the side this whole time!" Angela said as she walked in.
"Yeah, well there are a lot of memories here. When my parents died it was more then I could handle so I decided I wouldn't move in intill I had a family of my own." Sweets said, running his fingers over a picture on the wall of him and his parents at his first college graduation. "It's really best that we live here. There is more room here for Seeley, there is a yard, neighbor kids. It'll be a little pricey having to pay for all our utilities, but since Mom and Dad had payed off the morgage on the house that's not something I have to worry about. Seeley might have to public school but I know a child psychologist, we went to school together so if Seeley even needs counciling because of bullying, he can get me a deal."
"Good to know." Angela laughed. "Now where is the little tike? I only agreed to have Hodgins come over and help you if I got to watch the baby."
"He's in his play pen, in the living room." Sweets smiled.
"Right on." Angela grinned, walking over towards the living room.
"Sure, Ange, saddle me with all this work." Hodgins groaned. "Where does this go?"
"Master bedroom, that's just down the hall." Sweets smiled.
"Sweets, this box is heavy as hell, you better get your butt out here to help me with it or it's getting dumped on your lawn!" Booth's voice came from outside and Sweets ran out to help him.
"Man, this place is NICE." Angela said as she walked into the livingroom. It was an open concept, light came in through the sliding door that led to the backyard. Daisy was in the kitchen, stirring some lemonade.
"I know, right? Hard to believe my Lance grew up here, well sorta grew up here. It's here his childhood was spent at least." Daisy smiled.
"Little man seems to like it here." Angela said as she lifted the smiley baby out of his baby prison. "He's a happy camper."
"We think he likes all the space. He likes to explore, which is good because he has stopped sleeping." Daisy said, poring glasses of the lemonade.
"Teething?"
"Yeah." Daisy nodded. "So if he starts to fuss, give him one of his teething rings. Why couldn't Dr. Brennan come in?"
"An old dead guy is at the Jeffersonian and Clark has inlisted her help in dealing with it." Angela said, hugging little Seeley. "You know Brenn."
"It's very impressive of Dr. Edison to ask for help." Daisy smiled.
"Yeah, especially after that whole caveman debocal."
"I heard about that discovery!" Daisy smiled before frowning. "And please don't call him caveman, it's so demeaning and simple incorrect. He's a neaderthal."
"Right." Angela nodded, sitting down with the baby. "Heyyyy there... Hey, little guy! Hey... yeah, look at you. You're cute, yes you are." She smiled at him but then he started squirm. "Awh, what's wrong? Do you want down?" She asked, sitting him on the floor. He then smiled and sprawled himself out on the carpet with a noise of happiness. "He really likes the carpet."
"Yeah, he does." Daisy smiled as she joined Angela in the living room, watching as Seeley rolled around on the soft carpet.
"He is so adorable." Angela giggled, rubbing her still flat belly.
"So, how are you feeling? Hows the baby?"
"We are both doing great, though I'm afraid most of this baby is air right now." Angela said, squirming slightly with a grunt of discomfort.
"I know that feeling." Daisy smiled. "When are you going for your first trimester exam? I image there are concerns, given your age. N-not that I'm saying your old or anything but you are in your thirties and studies have shown that the older a mother is, the greater a chance of a varity of defects. Not that your baby will- I'm sure they will be fine-"
"Daisy, stop." Angela smiled, pressed a finger to the interns lips. "We know the statistics. We are going to get tested. So is Brennan. We are planning on going on the same day."
"That sounds amazing." Daisy smiled. "I wish I had a pregnancy buddy when I was pregnant with Seeley."
"I'm sure you do!" Angela laughed.
"SWEETS, WHAT IS IN THESE BOXES, ROCKS!?" Hodgins voice groaned from a far.
"THEY ARE JUST BOOKS!" Sweets voice responded, sounding defensive.
"Yeah, books the size of toasters!" Booth's voice sounded.
"Shut up!"
Women laughed as the men carried on and bickered like school children.
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"Glad to see you could come." Sweets said as he opened the door for his anthropologist friend.
"As interesting as the find Clark and I are working on is, I would not miss this." Brennan smiled before handing Sweets a vase. "I bought you this as a house warming gift."
"Awh, you didn't have to do that." Sweets smiled as he sat on a table.
"I wanted to. Plus, it's a social ritual, I'd be remiss to fail to adhere to it."
"Nicely put, now come on. We are waiting in the living room." Sweets smiled and they walked over to the living area.
"Hey, Bones!" Booth grinned.
"Hi, Mommy!" Christine grinned. "Uncle Sweets is letting Michael and I play with his old toys! We found them in a closet."
"Mom and Dad never did get rid of anything." Sweets chuckled.
"When does dinner begin?" Brennan asked.
"Well, Daisy burned the lasagna so dinner starts whenever the pizza gets here." Sweets smiled as he took a seat by his wife before plucking up his son, who was chewing on a teething ring, from the floor.
"I said sorry." Daisy pouted.
"I know." He smiled, wrapping an arm around her, being careful not to hold her too tight.
"Do you have any peanut butter?" Brennan asked. "I find I am craving it."
"I'm on it." Angela smiled, heading into the kitchen.
"How are you feeling, Dr. B?" Hodgins asked, looking up from his and Michael's playing.
"Fine enough, though I thought I might hurt Clark today, his colonge smelled horrid and nearly made me vomit."
"Pregnancy nose strikes!" Angela laughed as she handed Brennan a jar of peanut butter and a spoon.
"Yes." Brennan smiled, taking the items with a grateful smile before looking to Sweets. "Oh, and I know this is a bad time but I thought you would like to know that your birth mother's remains are being released tommorrow."
"Right, I'll have to get those." Sweets nodded. "That fits because I have tomorrow off to finish the move so I can get her cremated and spread her ashes."
"Do you want us there with you?" Cam asked.
"If you want to come, I wouldn't stop you." Sweets shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, I need people, right?"
"Right." Daisy smiled, kissing his cheek. "Oh, and you got your parent's old matress switched out, right? Because-"
"We switched it out for a new one, don't worry." Sweets smiled at her sweetly.
"Good, I can't have sex with you in the same bed your parents used to sleep in." Daisy said and Sweets laughed.
"I know, that's why we switched it."
"What's sex?" Christine asked.
"Yeah, what is that?" Michael asked and both children looked at their parents with big, doe eyes.
"Uh... that's a story for when you are older." Booth answered, glaring at Sweets and Daisy.
"Yeah, what Booth said." Hodgins nodded and the two children went back to playing with Sweets' old toys. All the adult breathed a sigh of relief internally.
"Oh, someone is sleepy." Sweets chuckled at his son, who yawned and dropped the teething ring in the process. "Oh, super sleepy baby. I think it's time for one Seeley Sweets to go night night."
"Dadaaaaa." The baby whined, squishing his face up in a tired fashion.
"Babbbbyyyy." Sweets fake whined back, standing up. "Bed time. We did empty my old room and put in the crib, right?"
"Yeah." Booth nodded.
"Awesome." Sweets smiled, walking away.
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"Home sweet home." Sweets said, stretching his arms out as he entered his new bedroom in his PJs.
"Yes." Daisy said, posing herself on the bed, trying just a bit too hard to look sexy.
"Daisy, what are you doing?" Sweets laughed as she wiggled out of her skirt.
"Just getting ready to break in the new bed." She grunted as she wrestled with her shirt.
"Daisy, calm yourself, you're going to break that shirt." He smiled at her, helping her out of the shirt.
"Thank you." Daisy blushed before resuming her pose.
"Daisy, if you still aren't ready..."
"I'm ready." She responded quickly, a little too quickly.
"Lies." Sweets teased, crawling into bed.
"I am ready."
"No, you aren't and that's okay, Daisy, you were traumatized." He smiled, kissing her forehead.
"Can I still sleep in my underwear? I like the air on my scars, it helps." Daisy asked as she crawled up into the covers.
"Of course, and I can still hold you, right?" He smiled as he crawled into bed next to her.
"Of course." She smiled back, letting him embrace her and snuuggling into his shirt. "You are a warm person."
"Probably because I'm holding a half naked woman."
"Lance!" She giggled.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
TADA! NEW CHAPTER!
There is going to be several chapters fluff and stuff, sorry. I have a lot of fluff material in mind and little case material so I'm just gonna give you want I have XD lol
As some of you may know, I posted a Christmas fic the other day, featuring Sweets and Daisy and little Seeley. As you might remember when I posted my Baby's first Thanksgiving story I recieved a bad review from a small minded imbecile. And I think they may have striked again, based on basic sentence structure and language simularity. I got this review on my story The Family in the Christmas:
HORRIBLE! I'm tired of sweets's fics and baby Seeley
This show is about B&B not about sweets
The same message as before, basicly. So many questions. Like why the fuck are they reading it? And just how small minded are they? Also, WHY ME? My stories almost always fairly promiently feature other characters, ESPECIALLY BOOTH. So just... GRRRR! I hate people sometimes. I really do. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
BUT YEAh. REVIEW, MY DARLING DUCKIES! :D