The Baby in the Dream
August 2009
Kicking
They did not have their wine that night.
It was four months after Brenn told Mr. B about the baby. She could feel the fetus, as she called it much to the dismay of her husband, moving around. Mr. B couldn't feel it.
Not deterred, every time Brenn's hands flew to her midsection, his were never far behind. He never felt a thing. He never let his dissapointment show, knowing that this was special for Brenn, and that he would fell the baby kick eventually. It hurt a bit though, to know that his wife shared something with his child that he could not.
Until today.
They were standing on the level above the club, observing how well their patrons enjoyed the new band when Brenn inhaled quickly, her hands both flying to where she felt... It must have been a foot or an elbow. Booth's hands joined hers, and for the first time, he felt the tiny kick of the life he and his wife had created together, a simple bump to his hand, but it evoked emotions so strong, he was nearly speechless.
"Is that..." Booth started, as shocked as he had been when he first found out about the baby.
"That is the fetus." Brenn replied, smiling at his reaction to her statement. The look of awe and wonder. He would be a good father, she decided, though she knew that long ago. She was taken slightly off guard when Booth wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards him. He simply held her, thanking God that he had her and that he was sharing this experience with him.
A squeal shattered the moment, as Angela came barreling over.