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Many of you wanted a follow-up chapter to Chapter 14: Number Four. Well here you go!

Baby

Seeley Booth loved this time of day. Teetering between wakefulness and sleep, lying next to the love of his life. His brain reminded him that it was Saturday morning. There was no rush to get out of bed, no rush to get the kids ready for school and daycare, no rush to get to work, no rush to solve a murder. He snuggled closer to his wife. Under his hand, she felt soft, pliable and oh so sensual. He felt the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, she was still fast asleep.

Over the years, he had studied every inch of her body. He knew where every mole and freckle was, learned how she got every scar, traced every rise and dip of her curves. He didn't need sight when he had his sense of touch. This particular morning, he smoothed his hand slowly up her thigh, then slipped it under the helm of her current favorite sleepwear. His faded FBI t-shirt that still looked over-sized on her. He knew in a few months, it would not be baggy anymore. Instead it would be snug around her abdomen. His hand came to rest on the barely perceptible swell of her belly, protectively covering the life they had created together that was currently growing inside her. Gestating. The word came to mind. She used that word. Not growing, gestating. He smiled. She was correcting him in her head.

"What sort of amusing dream are you having?"

He heard her question. He peeked open his eyes to find her brilliant blue eyes staring back at him.

"I thought you were asleep."

"I was." She yawned lazily. "Your ministrations woke me up."

Booth chuckled. "Sorry. You ready for today?"

"Yes. You?"

"Yeah. I mean you're already starting to show. We can't hide it much longer."

"You're right." Brennan yawned again, stretching.

When they had found out that she was pregnant with their fourth child, they were elated. Over the moon. Booth had worried however that since she was now older than when she had Christine and Hank, it would adversely affect her health. His fears were unwarranted. This third time round, the pregnancy had progressed smoothly without ill-effects on her. Their recent visit to her ob/gyn had confirmed that everything was as it should and that mother and baby were in good health.

"We don't have to get out of bed now. Kids are probably still sleeping." He snuggled closer into her side.

Brennan giggled. "Are you trying to be like Hank?"

"Yeah, he loves snuggling next to you."

"You're not as compact as he is, so I think you might have a little more difficulty than he does."

Booth grinned as he propped himself up on an elbow. "You're right."

He leaned in to give Brennan a quick peck on the lips, then slid downwards to press a kiss to her belly.

"Morning little baby in the belly."

"Would you like to wager if we're having a girl or boy this time?"

Booth feigned shock as he slid back up, his face inches from hers. "Bones! You know I can't bet on anything."

"It was a figure of speech. Guess then. Would your famous gut like to guess what we're having? You were surprisingly accurate with Hank."

"Boy. We're having another little guy." He replied without hesitation.

"Really?" She asked as she ran her hand sensually up and down his muscled torso.

"Yeah. My gut tells me Christine's gonna be the only girl in the Booth household. We could have a dozen more and they're all be boys."

"I'm not certain I want a dozen more." Brennan frowned.

"Figure of speech Bones."

"You know what our friends are going to say when we tell them right?"

"That I have super stuff that gets you pregnant despite me using a condom?"

Brennan laughed. "I can recall a few times we were so caught up in the moment that we forgot about contraception. Like the time on the washing machine? Or the time in the back seat of your SUV."

"It had to be that time in the back seat right? I gotta thank the FBI for a standard-issue vehicle with a huge back seat!"

Brennan giggled as her fingers tugged at the drawstring of his sweat pants. "Yes. A spacious back seat certainly isn't a bad thing to have."

"We should do that again soon." Booth's face took on a dreamy expression.

"I hope Christine and Hank are going to be excited at the prospect of another sibling." She changed the direction of their conversation. Her ability to switch from one topic to another abruptly no longer surprised him.

"I'm sure they will." He said as he gently rolled himself on top of her.

Her hand moved to help Booth pull his FBI t-shirt off herself. Flinging the shirt to the floor, Booth pressed his lips to her neck, sucking as she moaned in appreciation.

…

That morning after breakfast had been eaten and the dishes were in the dishwasher, the parents sat down with their two children in the family room. The kids would be the first to know, followed by the friends who had grown to become family.

Sitting on the couch, Booth sat Christine on his lap while Brennan took Hank into her arms.

"Mommy and Daddy have something to tell you." Brennan began.

"Are we getting a new puppy?" Christine asked.

"Puppy!" Hank parroted his big sister whom he idolized.

"No…" Booth replied, wondering where his little girl got that idea from. "It's something better than a puppy."

"Are we moving?" She asked.

"Is moving a good thing?" Brennan asked puzzled.

"No. I like to stay here with Michael-Vincent and his baby sister Katherine."

"Do you like baby Katherine?" Brennan asked.

"Yes. She's little. Like Hank was."

"She cries." Hank stated his observation.

"Michael-Vincent doesn't like her too much." Christine let slip.

"Probably not yet." Booth explained. "When she gets older, they can play together like you and Hank."

"I like playing with Chrissy."

"I'm sure you do Tiger." Booth grinned at his son, his mind already wondering if his other son on the way would have the same eyes and hair color as his two older brothers.

Brennan looked from Christine to Hank. When Booth had helped deliver Christine and he had brought the infant to her and she first set eyes on their daughter, she thought she couldn't love another human being more. She had been wrong. Hank's birth was at home with a midwife in attendance. Booth never left her side as she labored through the night and into the dawn. Just as with Christine, his hands had been the first to hold their son, guiding him out into the world as he slipped out of her. It was a tradition she was sure Booth would now insist on, given that he had done so with Christine and Hank. When Booth had brought a screaming newborn Hank to her, she understood then that it was possible to love two human beings with the same amount of fierce love that only a mother could. She had no doubt she would love the child she was now carrying with the same ferocity as she did its brother and sister.

"What we wanted to say, is that you," Booth continued, pulling Brennan out of her thoughts, "and you…" Booth pointed at Christine and Hank, "are going to be a big sister and big brother."

Christine quickly connected the dots. "Mommy's having another baby?"

"Yes. Like Michael-Vincent had a baby sister, you're both going to have a baby brother or sister."

"Sister." Hank said.

"I want a baby sister." Christine said, matter-of-factly.

Brennan threw Booth an amused glance.

"We're not sure if it's a boy or girl yet." Brennan explained.

"But it's probably a baby brother." Booth was quick to add, certain that his gut was spot on.

"What if I want a baby sister?"

"The gender of your new sibling is not under our control Christine."

"Why? How did the baby get inside you Mommy?"

Terrified that his wife would start explaining the specifics of sex to their seven and three year-old children, Booth opened his mouth but Brennan beat him to it.

"Daddy put the baby inside Mommy."

"How did Daddy do that?" Christine asked curiosity etched on her face.

"Um, Christine." Booth quickly interrupted Brennan, "when a Mommy and a Daddy really, really love each other, that love sometimes becomes a little baby."

"A Daddy's body isn't equip to help a baby grow, so the Mommy has to do it." Brennan explained.

Hank seemed to have lost interest in their conversation and slipped off Brennan's lap, moving to pick up his toy truck that had caught his attention. Thankfully Christine seemed satisfied with Booth's explanation for the moment.

"When is the baby getting here?"

"In approximately five months."

"Just before Thanksgiving." Booth added, giving the little girl the visual timeline she needed.

"Are you happy to be a big sister again Christine?" Brennan asked.

"Yes. I love Hank. I'll love the baby too."

"What about you Tiger?" Booth picked up his son who was playing at his feet. "Are you happy to be a big brother?"

Hank nodded but Booth wasn't quite sure if he fully understood what was going on.

Both children went off to play and he turned to Brennan. "That went well I think."

"Yes. Now we just have to tell our friends."

Hope this chapter lived up to expectations.