Brennan was in the family room when the doorbell rang. She had situated herself into an area of the sectional that was not meant for pregnant women. She groaned when she realized she was stuck. She didn't think this was suppose to happen until you were like 'really' pregnant. "Just a second, Booth where are you?"
She heard him mumble something. "I can't hear you, can you get the door. I am kind of in dispose."
More mumbling. "Booth seriously I can't get to the door."
He came running around the corner, "Don't you hear the door?"
She glared up at him, "Of course I hear the door that is what I have been yelling at you to get."
He rolled his eyes and headed for the front door. He came back and pointed to a wall, go ahead and lean them over there. Brennan looked at him and he shrugged his shoulders.
After the delivery man left, Booth came back to the family room. "Aren't you going to look at them?"
"I can't get up. I am stuck."
"What do you mean you…." A twinkle came into his eye. You mean you really can't get up?"
"Booth it is not funny. I am not even 35 weeks yet and I look like a bleached whaler."
"Babe that is beached whale not bleached whaler." Booth about dropped to his knees laughing at his wife predicament.
"Booth just leave." The hormones were getting the best of her.
"Aww Honey, I am sorry."
"Booth, just go" he could hear the cracking in her voice.
"Honey, really I am sorry." He bit his lip trying to hold back his amusement and failing miserable. The door bell rang again and he headed off to answer it.
"Booth you complete idiot, you don't dare laugh at a woman in that predicament." Angela's heels were clicking on the floor as she made her way back to the family room. "Bren, sweetie, I am here. Booth I think it would be better if you got lost for a while." Angela dismissed him. Booth caught sight of the tears on his wife's face and he backed quietly out of the room.
"Aww Sweetie, I remember how rough it was." Angela crawled onto the over stuffed huge sectional and helped Brennan free herself. "Honey, you know Booth didn't mean anything by his laughing, he is just a man and sometimes they don't get it."
"I know" Brennan sniffed "I know it should not get to me. I am not use to being this emotional over everything."
"I know sweetie, our hormones are whacked and you will get another dose after the baby is born. Men have it easy, we put in all the work. But, sweetie when you look at all the men out there, we are pretty lucky, we got two that really try to understand and be there even if it does drive us nuts. I am pretty sure Booth is sitting somewhere beating himself up over laughing."
"Angie, why would Booth want to beat himself up? I can't see him striking himself. Seems illogical to me."
"Sweetie, it is an expression meaning he is feeling really bad."
"Well why didn't you say that?"
The two sat there for a while and then Angela got up. "I see they arrived right before I did," she stood next to one of the items that were brought in, looking like a little kid. "I hope you like them."
She brought the first one over to Bren, it was one of the smaller ones it was about 2ft x 2ft, wrapped in plain brown wrapping paper. Brennan looked suspiciously at Angela, "What are all these?"
"Bren you are just going to have to open them to find out."
She tore the paper away to reveal a picture; it was of her and Booth walking along the beach at sunset. They were facing away from the camera and she was tucked under his arm, her arms around his waist, her head resting on his shoulder and he was placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Angela, when…how…?"
"It wasn't easy, apparently Booth almost caught the kid, about scared him to death."
Brennan covered her mouth, "He is the one Booth took off chasing that day."
"Yep, he quit right after that."
"We didn't know."
"That was the idea sweetie, to catch you two when you thought no one was watching."
"Booth needs to be here before we open the rest."
"Brennan got up and started searching the house for her husband."
