I loved last night's ep:D And here's a little tag to the ending. If you haven't watched the episode, don't worry. There's not much of a spoiler.

Once again, thanks to all those who've read, reviewed and alerted.

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Fox.

Angela could tell her friend's night had been a great one. She didn't miss the way Brennan radiated relaxation. Angela had a good idea of what that meant, but she was still determined to get Brennan to share.

Angela took the chair across from Brennan's desk, intent on figuring out enough bits to get Brennan to cooperate and tell.

"Do you need something, Angela?" Brennan looked up from her paperwork, instantly noting her friend was on a quest for information.

"Well," Angela shifted in her seat and leaned forward conspiratorially. "I've been waiting for you to share what led to this lovely glow you have today." The artist winked, showing Brennan she had an idea.

Brennan knew the artist would decipher the sings sooner rather than later. Besides, a bit of girl talk was called for.

"He bought you lingerie!" Angela squealed and clapped her hands. She would have paid to see that. As it was she was going to have to conform, imagining Booth at the lingerie store.

"Yes." Brennan nodded. "Three piece set." A lopsided grin spread across Brennan's face and Angela moved impossibly closer, anticipating the continuation of the tale.

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Brennan looked at her reflection, liking what she saw. Booth's choice was spot on, the dark color contrasting beautifully with her skin. The ensemble clung to all the right places and Brennan felt revived. A gift from Booth was the last thing she'd been expecting, but she loved the surprise.

It had been a good half hour since they headed their separate ways and Brennan decided to check up on Booth and Christine.

He was seated on the rocking chair, trying to appease the squirming baby.

"Here." Brennan approached the two, bending forward to slip an arm under his.

"Bones." Booth gulped, memorized by the sight before him. He'd definitely picked the perfect set. His partner looked stunning.

She caught his gaze and chuckled softly before returning her attention to the baby girl in her arms.

"I...uh..." Booth stood and helped his partner sit. "I'm gonna go clean up." He cleared his throat, pointing behind him. He'd be of more help clearing the table and washing their used plates.

"Okay." Brennan rocked softly, focused on appeasing her daughter.

She stopped rocking once she was certain the girl was asleep. Brennan stayed with her daughter a while longer. She loved studying her daughter's gestures, both while the baby was asleep and awake.

After placing the baby in the crib Brennan adjusted the baby monitor. She took a second longer to watch the baby before leaving the room.

Booth had his back to the door. He was wiping something from the nightstand on his side of the bed, presumably the melted ice cream.

"She asleep?" Booth asked, turning to face Brennan.

"Yes." Brennan catalogued his every move. He'd stripped down to boxers, and she absolutely liked what was on display. "No, no. Leave it there." Brennan shook a finger, instructing him to leave the ice cream on the nightstand.

His smile was pure delight.

Angela gasped, her body jerking upright. She couldn't believe her friend would cut off the tale on the juiciest part. "What happened next?" The artist asked, wide eyes awaiting a response.

Brennan let out an amused bark of laughter. "You know what happened." As a writer Brennan knew certain times it was best to leave some things to the imagination. As Booth's partner and lover she knew how much not to divulge.

"Oh!" Angela scoffed in disbelieve. "Not cool. We're best friends." She pointed out, still trying to get more out of the anthropologist.

"Bones..." Booth entered his partner's office and frowned at the look Angela shot his way. "R-ready?" He was there to take her out for lunch.

"Sure." Brennan responded.

Angela watched as Booth helped Brennan shrug on her coat. He waved, placing his right hand on the small of Brennan's back as they exited the office. Angela sighed. Getting the X rated version was going to be harder than she thought.

"You told Angela." Booth's gut pointed him in the right direction.

"Not everything." Brennan defended as they crossed the double glass doors.

"You didn't have to." Booth groaned because he was sure that by the end of the day the whole Jeffersonian would be up to speed.

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Little fun fact, the slats on a baby's crib should be no more than 6cm apart.