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Snapshot: July 10, 2012
Brennan woke up to the sun shining in her eyes, a cool breeze blowing on her face, and a cold, empty spot where her fiance usually slept. Brennan turned around so she was now facing Booth's empty spot. It took a few seconds for her sleep-clouded mind to realize that it was Monday morning and she had work in about two hours.
Quickly, Brennan jumped out of bed and threw on her robe, making her way toward the kitchen, where she could hear Booth making those annoying spitting sounds that irked Brennan but always seemed to make Cristina giggle adorably and eat her strained peas or whatever he was attempting to feed her.
She could hear the laugh as she stepped into the kitchen and saw Booth spooning what looked to be applesauce into her mouth. And, of course, most of it was landing on her chin and nose than actually in her mouth. Brennan smiled at the sight and smiled even wider when Cristina noticed her presence and smiled up at her, crystal blue eyes lighting up.
Booth noticed her attention was drawn to the spot behind him and he turned, smiling up at the woman in the doorway, mirroring his daughter's smile. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." He greeted. Brennan smiled and stepped forward, resting her hands on his shoulders and leaning down to kiss him good morning.
Both smiled into the kiss and only pulled back when they heard Cristina's whimpers. Brennan smiled at the baby, who was reaching out for her, wanting attention. Brennan stepped between Booth and the baby, taking her out of her seat and cuddling her to her breast, smiling as the baby reached one sticky hand up to her hair.
Brennan's eyes began to fill with tears at the simple action. She never thought she'd be this loved by any child, not even her own. She knew that Parker loved her like a second mother, but he didn't spend so much time with her and he was such a good kid, he could get along with virtually anybody. Even Hannah, who he confided to Brennan once that he didn't even like.
But this, this was her own child, the child that, at one point in her life, she thought she'd never have. Brennan rested her nose in the baby's soft auburn curls and took a deep breath, relishing in the sweet new baby smell that still lingered, even after nearly five months. She loved that scent.
She took another sniff and her eyes opened in confusion as an unfamiliar odor hit it. She looked down at Cristina, who was sucking on her fist and looking up with an almost amused expression on her face. She began sniffing Cristina all over, searching for the source of the scent, and finding it all over. She then turned to Booth with hard eyes. "You put maple syrup in her food again, didn't you?" she asked, crisply.
Booth smiled sheepishly. "Uhh….yeah. She wouldn't eat otherwise, so I just put a tiny bit into her applesauce. You know how she loves syrup."
Brennan's glare intensified. "Yes, I know, but you also know how much sugar it has in it and how sticky it can be and-" Suddenly, she paused, looking down at herself and watching as Cristina smeared her sticky hands all over her robe. Brennan groaned and handed the baby to her father who held her while she removed her robe, leaving her stark naked in the middle of the kitchen. Booth stared at her as she took back the baby, threw her robe at him, and began to walk out. "Throw that in the wash when I get out of the shower. I'll take Cristina too so I don't have to waste time giving her a separate bath."
Booth just stared at her retreating form as she made her way upstairs, Cristina looking over her shoulder and drooling on it as well, her eyes lit up in amusement.
When Brennan got to the upstairs bathroom, she switched the hot and cold water valves on and felt to make sure the water was the right temperature, before removing Cristina's purple footy pajamas and diaper, before stepping under to warm spray with the baby in her arms.
Brennan placed the baby in a chair specially made for her so that she could be cleaned without Brennan or Booth worrying about dropping her. Cristina whimpered as soon as she was out of her mother's arms and began to fuss as Brennan retrieved the baby soap, and squeezed it onto a washcloth, stepping back as soon as possible to keep Cristina from breaking into a fit. She began sliding the cloth over the baby's tummy, smiling as the baby giggled happily and grabbed the cloth with her own small hands. Brennan pulled it away, slightly and then back again, just under the baby's neck, making the giggles even louder as she tickled her chin.
Brennan laughed as she brought the cloth to the baby's feet and listened as Cristina squealed in delight at having her feet tickled. "Calcaneus." Brennan said, fingering the soft heel and continuing forward. "Talus. Navicular. Cuboid. Lateral Cuneiform. Intermediate Cuneiform. Medial Cuneiform. Metatarsals." she poked each and every tiny toe. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five." she kissed one foot. "Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten!" she kissed the other, making Cristina laugh. "Proximal Phalanges." she continued, emphasizing the word 'phalanges'. "Middle Phalanges. And Distal Phalanges. Can you remember all that?" Cristina didn't answer.
Brennan scoffed. Of course not! She was an infant. Incapable of coherent thought at such a young age. She wouldn't even begin talking for at least a few more months. But still, Brennan felt that it was her duty to make sure her child, her progeny knew as much about the bones as she did. Or at least, the names of a few.
Brennan smiled as she let Cristina take the cloth and run it down her mother's face, before throwing it at her, facing Brennan gasp. The baby laughed and Brennan chuckled, poking her in the tummy so that she would giggle, before stepping back to wash her own body. Brennan was right in the middle of washing her hair when she heard Cristina start to whimper. Quickly, she washed the shampoo out of her hair and began to lather Cristina's hair with her own tear-free baby shampoo.
Cristina cooed as her mother massaged her scalp with the wash, giving the baby a small, soapy Mohawk, and giggling as it stayed up. Though she always chastised Booth for doing the same, she couldn't deny that their baby looked cute like this and she wanted nothing more than to take a picture.
Brennan made a mental note to buy a waterproof camera so that she could next time they took a shower together.
Picking up Cristina, Brennan stepped back under the spray, protecting the baby's face with one hand, while the water rinsed all the soap out of her hair. When she was sure that it was all out, Brennan turned off the water and stepped out onto the soft bathmat, grabbing Cristina's baby towel (Which was supposed to look like a character from some children's book, named Piglet, but looked more like a piece of cloth with oddly shaped ears and a hood) and wrapped her up in it, smiling at the little girl's nose and mouth poking out, while everything above and below was covered.
Brennan chuckled and grabbed her own towel, wrapping herself as fully as she could with the infant in her arms before stepping out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.
Brennan placed Cristina on the middle of the bed, before stepping back to dry herself off a little and get hers and Cristina's clothes out for the day. Then, she returned just in time to see Cristina trying to roll, while still wrapped tightly in her towel.
Brennan couldn't help laughing out loud at this as she picked up the small child and kissed her exposed nose, before lifting the hood off of the baby's head. Blue eyes met and Brennan nuzzled the baby's nose, looking deep into those crystal eyes that mirrored her own. Suddenly she heard a click and turned to see Booth holding up his cell phone, taking a picture of them.
"Booth!" she exclaimed, almost whining.
Booth grinned. "Aww, how cute! That's going on Facebook!"
Brennan glared at him. "Not before I see it."
Booth smiled and walked towards her, showing her the photo, and Brennan's heart almost stopped.
It was of course her and the baby, nose to nose, blue eyes wide open and soft smiles on their faces, nothing below her shoulders showing, but Cristina's hands were clearly visible as they reached out for her mother's face. Tears sprung up in Brennan's eyes at the absolute beauty of the picture and the truth. "This is breathtaking." She breathed.
Booth nodded. "Which is why it's my new profile picture."
Brennan eyed him, quizzically. "But you aren't even in it, Booth."
"Doesn't matter, Bones." Booth said, wrapping one arm around her and resting his chin on her soft shoulder. "It has the two most important people in my life in it, the two things that define who I am."
Brennan smiled. "Why do you have to be so mushy when you know I'm still dealing with my raging hormones?"
Booth grinned cheekily. "Because I love seeing this side of you. The mothering, loving side that shows me what an amazing wife you're going to be. And how amazing you already are as my Baby Mama."
Brennan's face fell at those last two words. "Do NOT call me that." She tried to step away from him, but his hold tightened on her.
"Relax, Bones. You know I'm just kidding. I love everything about you and I don't just see you as a 'Baby Mama'. You're also the greatest love of my life, and the most beautiful woman to ever set foot on this Earth."
Brennan rolled her eyes but leaned into his embrace, nonetheless, smiling as Booth kissed her and raised the cell phone so that it would capture the picture they created; A sweet baby girl looking up at the two people who loved her most in this world and who loved each other just as much.
When they pulled back and looked at the picture, Brennan looked up at him. "Can you have this one and the other one framed?"
Booth nodded. "Of course. But, first," He took Cristina out of her arms, much to her chagrin, "let's get changed and make to work before Cam prepares another speech about how we're always, always, always late and she can get any Anthropologist to take your spot."
"But she can't." Brennan said. "I'm irreplaceable." She began to pull on her underwear as Booth towel-dried Cristina's curls and got her a fresh diaper.
Booth chuckled at her bluntness. "Yes, but try telling Cam that. And I don't know about you, but I certainly don't want to hear it."
Brennan chuckled. "I concur." She pulled on her blouse and tucked it into her skirt, smiling as Booth put a pair of crazy socks on the baby before even getting on her onesy. "Red and purple socks? Really, Booth?"
Booth laughed. "Hey, don't look at me. You're the one that let Angela buy these for her last week."
"She said they were Boothy and I had to agree. They are very Boothy." Booth grinned and put on the baby's white onesy, with black writing that said FBI (Federal Baby Bureau) and a purple dress.
"Why does she have so much purple?" Booth asked.
"I feel that pink is very cliché and she likes the purple. She actually grabbed that dress in the store, so I bought it for her." Brennan explained, brushing out her hair in the mirror, while Booth threw a few bows in Cristina's hair and a pair of purple slip ons.
"Adorable." He proclaimed, scooping her up and laughing as she was entranced by the colorful tie he was wearing.
Brennan saw this in the mirror and laughed. "She really likes the ties, doesn't she?"
Booth laughed. "Yeah, she does."
He stepped up next to Brennan at her vanity, smiling as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "What do you see?" he whispered in her ear.
"I see you, me, and Cristina. What else would I see?" she asked, blankly.
Booth grinned. "A family."
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^^^^^^ How Cristina would look. You have to remove the spaces obviously but this picture is adorable!