Hey there all you faithful readers! To be honest, I had this chapter done yesterday, but then I got my computer taken away because I didn't fold my laundry. Ah the joys of being a new fourteen year old. Apologies that this wasn't up yesterday, but you can blame my mother for that ;)

Enjoy, and don't forget to review! :)

Booth slumped down into the plastic chair with a sigh. He managed to only let the tears fall for steadily for a few moments, then he composed himself. Though he was managing to keep a stone face on the outside, he was a tornado of emotions on the inside.

He hadn't been able to get a good glimpse of his daughter's face the whole time he was standing at the foot of Brennan's bed. He'd only seen a small peek of the side of her cheek, and a little section of dark curly hair from under where her little hat was raised up slightly.

He just wanted to see her. Hold her. Anything. She was his daughter, and he'd been having this overwhelming urge to go to her, but Brennan wouldn't allow it.

Looking at his watch, he sighed again. He knew that visiting hours were almost over in this section of the hospital, and he knew he wouldn't be able to stay, but he couldn't bring himself to leave either. Leaning back against the uncomfortable plastic, he drifted off into a light and restless sleep.

Booth was awoken by someone gently shaking his shoulder, he opened his eyes sleepily, seeing a petite African American nurse standing in front of him. He rubbed his bleary eyes, standing up.

"You're kicking me out now, right?" he managed through a yawn.

"Are you Mr. Booth?" the nurse asked.

"Yeah, that's me." Booth said, reading the name Andrea on her name tag.

"Follow me if you would." she said, coaxing him the direction she was beginning to walk in.

Booth, confused, followed her down the hospital corridor. He followed her until she stopped him at a corner in front of a large wooden door, she instructed him that he had to be quiet, and when he entered the room, he immediately realized why.

He was standing in the hospital nursery and again, was struck with confusion.

"Did Bones change her mind about...?"

"Temperance? To be honest, she doesn't know about this, and I don't plan on you telling her. I overheard your argument earlier in her room, and I think it is just absolutely ridiculous that she wouldn't let you hold your own child. This is going to be our little secret, alright?" Andrea said, pointing to a small section of three chairs against a wall, "Sit. I'll bring her to you."

Booth did as instructed, but when his body made contact with the seat, an overwhelming feeling of nervousness washed over him. He was about to meet his daughter for the first time, his little girl. He and Bones'little girl. He never thought this day would happen, though given the circumstances the day isn't ideal, but he didn't care, his dream is still somewhat happening.

He looked up from the carpet when Andrea walked back into his line of vision, a tiny bundle in her arms. Carrying the child over to him, she sat her in his arms. Booth's breath immediately hitched when he saw her face. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were barely open, looking at him through half closed slits. Her irises were a brilliant green color, though he knew there was a chance that might change, he wished in the back of his mind that it wouldn't. Her fairly of amount of dark hair showed early signs of curls. She was perfect.

He couldn't help the tears streaming down his face, he looked up at Andrea, whispering words of thanks to her. She gave him a nod, told him he had fifteen minutes, and left him alone to be with his child.

He whispered words of affection to the infant for a while, cooing down at her. To him, nothing he had ever seen had been as beautiful as her, sure there was Parker, but this version of beauty differed due to gender. Amelia was his daughter, his little girl. Though he had only been sitting with her a few minutes, he probably had over a hundred pictures of her on his phone already. He was going to use the pictures as his motivation, and as his physical evidence to show Hannah what is going on.

"I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that this isn't the only time we meet, or see each other. Your mom and I...we're going to work things out somehow, I'm not sure exactly how our situation is going to be resolved, but I promise you baby, I'm going to make sure that I'm there for you." he vowed softly to the infant.

He sat quietly with her for a few more minutes, then he heard the noise he'd been dreading, the door handle turning, indicating that his fifteen minutes was up. He looked up at Andrea reluctantly, stroking the small girl's cheek one last time.

"I hate to do this to you Mr. Booth, but..."

Booth nodded his head in understanding. He stood up reluctantly, placing a light kiss on the child's forehead, then carefully handed her to Andrea.

"I'll just...show myself out." he said with tears in his eyes.

He walked out of the nursery, and began to make his way back towards the area he had entered in. He was almost to the elevator to go down to the main floor, when he saw Angela again.

"Angela!" he hissed down the hallway at her, causing her to turn around. It was when she turned around that Booth saw that there was also a man with her, not Hodgins, who had turned around as well.

Angela approached him, her heels clicking lightly on the hard floor.

"Booth, why are you still here?"

"I could be asking you the same thing, visiting hours were over about a half hour ago."

"Mitch and I are registered as Bren's family, we can go visit her whenever we want."

"Who is this?" Booth heard the man behind her ask.

"Mitch, this is Booth. Booth, this is Mitch." Angela said, introducing the two.

"Booth as in baby daddy Booth?" Mitch asked Booth, almost snob like.

"Mitch as in the gay chemist?" Booth said back with equal attitude.

"Hey man, no need to judge. I'm happy with my life." Mitch said, eyeballing Booth from head to toe, "Hm. She chose well." he commented.

"How soon after you walked in did she kick you out?" Angela asked.

"Maybe ten minutes. I was actually going to ask you to do me a favor..." Booth said.

"Oh no no. I am not going to try to persuade Brennan for you Booth. I don't want her thinking we're ganging up on her."

"No, not persuade. Just...talk. Get the scoop. Sure, you both probably already know the story. I don't know just...find out why she is holding the grudge that she is, and why it is this severe."

"What do you mean by, 'severe'?" Angela asked.

"She wouldn't let me hold her, Angela. I couldn't even see her face because Bones said that she didn't want me getting too 'emotionally attached'."

"She wouldn't let you hold Mimi?!" Angela exclaimed in a hushed voice.

"Mimi?" Booth questioned.

"Nickname I gave her, its an 'Aunt' thing."

"And no, she didn't let me hold her. She didn't even let me see her."

"Okay, even I think that is a little intense, and I'm on her side. I'll try to talk to her Booth, no promises I'll get anything out of her, but just know I'm not going to try to persuade her onto your side. I'm only going to have girl talk with her. Are you still in the city tomorrow?" Angela asked, watching Booth nod, "Meet me at the burger joint on sixteenth tomorrow at noon. I'll talk more with you then."

Booth nodded again, then watch the two of them turn down the hallway, heading towards Brennan's room. He sighed, then turned to head to the main entrance. He didn't want Brennan to think that he was turning Angela against her, hopefully she wouldn't notice her prying. He just needed to work this whole situation out, he wouldn't allow himself to give up, the little girl set as his lock and home screen, would make sure of that.

There you go folks. Now, if I don't get my computer taken away again, I'll have another chapter up tomorrow. I have the next three written out in a notebook I brainstorm in during study hall when I have nothing to work on. Anyways, hope you enjoyed, why don't you drop by and leave me a review? ;) XOXO -Meg