Update! BLACK FRIDAY! For anybody who doesn't know what that is, in America Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving where all the womenfolk get up obscenely early to go shopping for Christmas presents, on a day where just about every single store is having a sale. But, instead of focusing on what the womenfolk do in this chapter, we shall focus on their men, who are left at home to care for their young. Enjoy!
Snapshot: November 24, 2012
"Booth!" a hushed whisper in his ear broke Booth from a particularly blissful dream, and brought him crashing into the real world as he creaked one eye open, smiling softly at his wife, who lay next to him….fully dressed.
Booth's eye wandered over her shoulder, to the clock on her bedside table. It was only four in the morning. "Clothes." he mumbled. "Why?" As far as he knew, she went to bed gloriously naked just a few hours ago.
Brennan chuckled. "It's Black Friday, remember?" she said, sounding a bit excited. "Angela, Cam, and I are all going shopping at those big sales that Angela hasn't been able to stop talking about. This is my first year to shop for Cristina."
Booth almost went aww at her adorable excitement but settled for a yawn instead. "Too early." he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. "Get back to bed."
Brennan pushed away from him but his grip held. "Booth." she groaned. "Angela is going to come pick me up in fifteen minutes. "I was just waking you up to say good bye and to tell you that we'll meet you at the Diner for lunch at noon."
Booth grinned. "Okay, but you know, there are much better ways to say goodbye, Bones." he said, burying her head in Brennan's neck and laying sweet, lazy kisses there.
Brennan sighed, then lifted her head and kissed his sweetly. "We don't have any time for that, Booth." she said, sounding almost sorrowful at that. "I have to go. Maybe later tonight…" She attempted to get up but Booth pulled her back.
"How do you expect me to sleep without my teddy bear?" he moaned.
Brennan chuckled at this. "I thought that Cristina was your teddy bear?"
Booth shook his head. "Nuh-huh. She's Baby Bear. You're Mama Bear, and you're far more comfy." he buried his face, now in the nape of her neck, inhaling her scent and relaxing.
But, only for a moment as Cristina's cries broke through and he had to release Brennan so she could tend to the child.
Booth moaned at the loss immediately and burrowed further into the blankets, waiting for her to come back.
Then he felt a weight on the bed that was far too light to be his wife. He opened his eyes to see his baby girl crawling towards him, Brennan standing behind her, smiling softly.
Booth looked up at his wife, quizzically. "She seems to have had a nightmare and I figured since I can't stay to comfort her, you two can comfort each other. Besides, she keeps saying your name."
Booth's face lit up as Cristina nestled up to his side, Popo clutched to her chest. "Really?" he asked. Brennan nodded and Booth gingerly lifted the covers for his daughter to get under and wrapped her in his big arms. She immediately melted into him, and he traced his thumbs over her cheeks, removing any trace of tears that once lay there only seconds before.
Brennan smiled at how relaxed they were and wished more than anything that she could stay and go to sleep with them, but a text from Angela broke her from her thoughts.
She looked down at her phone. 'Sweetie, come outside. I have coffee and the boss. You get the front seat, though.' Brennan smiled, thinking about how much this must irk Cam. She sent a reply that she's be down in a moment, and quickly switched to the camera app on her phone, catching the adorable moment as Booth nuzzled his baby girl's hair in a comforting manner, lulling the little girl to sleep. Cristina clutched her father's t shirt in one tiny fist and Popo in her opposite arm, a few auburn locks falling in front of her eyes.
Brennan had to suppress a few tears at the beauty of this. She walked around to Booth's side of the bed and leaned down. Kissing his forehead, then her baby's nose and said a soft good bye before creeping out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the car that awaited her.
Booth woke for the second time that morning to the sound of somebody knocking on the door downstairs. He opened his eyes and, looking over his still sleeping daughter's head, he saw that it was half past ten in the morning.
Keeping Cristina nestled in the crook of his arm, Booth sat up stretched, careful not to wake her up. She just snuggled deeper into him, keeping hold up the blanket that she's wrapped completely around herself in the middle of the night.
Booth smiled softly down at her and kissed her, before standing up and ridding them of the blanket, covering her shivering arms with his hand, so as to keep her comfortable as he made his way to the nursery to retrieve her blankie. Once he got to it, he wrapped her in it so that only her eyes and nose peeked out and she let out a content sigh, and her cheeks rose in what he could only assume was a smile.
Booth smiled himself at this, before returning back to the bedroom, putting her down, and dressing himself in a t shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
The person at the door knocked incessantly the entire time he did this and he wanted to yell at them to shut up, but that might wake his baby girl, so he just sent Hodgins a quick text, saying that he'd be down and to stop the knocking, before picking up the little ball that was his daughter and hurrying down the stairs to let the Hodgins men in.
When he opened the door, Hodgins practically flew past him, holding his son in his arms. "What the hell took you so long, man? It's freezing out there!"
"Shh!" Booth hissed, motioning towards his sleeping daughter.
Hodgins, being the bid softie that he was, aww'ed at the baby and showed how wide awake his own offspring was, though he was wrapped up in his own fluffy coat and a fuzzy blue hat with a matching scarf so the only thing that showed were his glasses and his rosy nose.
"Hrmf Unfr Boof!" He mumbled through the scarf, lifting a tiny gloved hand.
Booth smiled. "Hey, Mike." Booth greeted, patting the little boy's head.
The sound, apparently, was enough to rouse Cristina from her sleep and she immediately began to whimper and fuss in her father's arms, her eyes squeezing shut as a few tears appeared on her lashes.
Booth attempted to calm her and unwrapped her from her little cocoon, until she was completely freed, then he felt her bottom. "Oh! Looks like somebody needs a diaper fix. Come on, Crissy. We'll get you fixed right up. Be right back." he said to Hodgins. "Make yourselves at home."
When Booth came back, he found Hodgins at the kitchen table, reading the paper, and an unwrapped Michael at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of dry cereal, and sitting on his knees to prop himself up.
When he saw Cristina, his face lit up. "Good morning, Crissy!" he exclaimed, smiling.
Cristina smiled back. "Mikey!" she exclaimed, struggling to leave her father's arms. Booth put her on the floor and allowed her to toddle and waddle all the way to her friend's chair.
Both fathers smiled. "She's getting good at that." Hodgins remarked.
Booth nodded. "Yeah. She's got your kid wrapped around her little finger." he remarked, noting at how Michael gave his entire bowl of cereal over to her.
Hodgins glared. "I meant the walking, but if you want to play it like that…I look forward to being part of your family, Buddy."
Booth glared back and scooped Cristina protectively in his arms. "Not for another fifty years, at least, Bug Man." He said, planting tickling kisses all over his baby girl's face, while she giggled and very nearly forgot about any other people in the room.
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