A/N: Just a quick update to tell you all I'm still alive and have almost survived the last week of classes. Now, to survive the wait until tomorrow night and Finals Week.
Is it Thursday yet?
"Okay, there are diapers in his bag, along with some wipes and diaper rash cream if he needs it. If you run out of diapers, there's plenty in his changing table at home. Oh, and he hates having the cream put on him and he struggles, so you might have to hold him down if you put it on him. I packed enough pajamas and socks for a week, but if he spills or gets them messy, they're in his changing table at home. Booth packed books, toys, and a few videos he likes. He never eats his cereal without half a banana in it. Oh, and if he starts eating it with his hands, take off his clothes and let him eat it in his diaper. It'll save an outfit. And he's been mastering the stairs lately so watch him; he's still pretty wobbly. When he takes a nap, give him his blanket. He won't sleep without it. Same for when he goes to bed for the night. Oh, and-"
"Bren, I think they get it," Booth cut her off, "They've watched Drew before. It's just a bit longer than normal. They'll be fine, Drew will be fine and we will be more than fine once I hit the beach so let's vamoose!"
She looked at him quizzically, not understanding his 'vamoose' speech, but turned back to Angela. "He needs a nightlight on, too. Ever since the shooting, he won't sleep without one."
"Don't worry, Sweetie. Drew's going to be fine. We're gonna have fun, aren't we, bub?" Angela asked the little boy in his mother's arms. Drew squealed with delight and laughed.
"It's time to go, babe. We're going to miss our flight," Booth said. Bren passed Drew to Angela and one last bag to Jack. Placing one lingering kiss on his forehead, Bren said, "I love you, Drew."
"Love, Mommy!" Drew said, his 'L' sounding more like a 'Y'.
"Bye, bub. Be good for Angela and Jack. We'll be back soon," Booth told his son, giving him one last hug and Angela a thank you kiss on the cheek.
"Go! Go have fun! We'll just be miserable here in the D.C. winter while you two are across the country, dodging Hawaiian volcanoes," Jack laughed.
"It's highly unlikely-"
"Bren, go on your honeymoon and make another baby so our kids can grow up together," Angela said, causing Booth's ears and cheeks to turn pink. She pushed them towards the door, and when they finally made it out to their car, Angela said, "Wave bye to Mommy and Daddy, Drew. You are about to be the most spoiled kid on the eastern seaboard."
Waiting in the terminal, Bren anxiously checked her phone every three seconds.
"He's fine," Booth whispered.
"I know I spend most of my days apart from him, but he's in the Jeffersonian-run daycare so I can normally go see him whenever I want. I've never been this far away from him for so long. It's unnerving."
"Angela will call if they need something. Don't worry."
"But what if-"
"Stop worrying. You won't be able to enjoy our honeymoon if you're worrying all the time."
Bren didn't say anything and they were called to board the plane. Knowing she would be forced to shut off her phone soon, she checked it one more time.
No new missed calls
Sighing, she hit the power button and shoved it in her bag, resolving to be worry free by the time they hit the runway in Hawaii.
"Hey, Angie! Did you know Drew took off his diaper? He's running around naked," Jack said as he walked into the entertainment room. A cartoon played on the oversized screen while Drew ran in circles around the sofa Angela was perched on.
"I know. I took it off."
"Um…why?" Three advanced degrees and Jack just didn't just understand why she would take a diaper off a toddler that wasn't potty trained.
"Freedom. He's always in diapers. The poor kid is always restricted in those things."
"Um so what happens if he…you know…"
"Then I'll clean it up," she shrugged.
"Are you gonna do this with our kid?" Jack asked.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Jack knew that look. It was the look of 'don't-challenge-me-I-will-win-and-I'll-whoop-your-ass'. "Nope. No problem. Just wondering," he told her, holding his hands up in surrender, "but I'm going to get that stain master thing. Drew just made a giant puddle behind the couch. Maybe we should think about putting a diaper back on."
