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Snapshot: May 18, 2013

Angela raced to answer the front door, lugging a very squirmy, messy little boy on her hip. There was another loud, impatient knock on the door. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" She called as she made her way through the foyer, finally reaching the door and pulling it open to three very happy faces, and a large mass of brown and gray fur rushed past Angela, nearly making her fall over. "Hello to you, too, Ted!" she called after the puppy, who no longer looked like a puppy, having grown about a foot in the last two months. Angela turned back to the couple and their own child standing in the doorway. "Hey, guys! How did the doctor's appointment go?"

Brennan's smile widened as she reached into her bag and pulled out a small envelope. "See for yourself." she said, beaming.

Angela opened the envelope awkwardly with one hand, and practically dropping her son when she saw what was on the small sonogram photo. "Boys?" she asked, her eyes widening.

Booth and Brennan nodded, smiling wider than before, if that were possible. Angela looked down at Cristina, settled on her father's hip. "You're gonna have little brothers?"

Cristina beamed. "Bwothas!" she exclaimed. Angela chuckled and kissed the baby's cheek.

"And Michael will finally have someone his own gender to play with." Brennan supplied.

Angela beamed. "So will Cristina...hopefully."

Brennan's eyes widened this time. "You're pregnant?" she asked.

Angela nodded. "Yup. Three months. We've been waiting to tell everybody but you're my sister and Booth is my brother-in-law...sort of. And it's not like I'm telling you two before I told Hodgins, right? Which reminds me, does Parker know about the gender yet?"

Brennan nodded. "We had lunch with Parker right after the appointment. He's very excited to be having little brothers. He has a birthday party tonight, otherwise he'd be here." She turned to Michael. "How does it feel to be two years of age, Michael?"

Michael looked up at his mother, questioningly. "She means Happy Birthday, Honey."

Michael smiled. "Thank you, Aunt Bren."

Brennan smiled back and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, before handing him a small, wrapped package, which he gladly took and then successfully wiggled out of Angela's arms onto the floor, running away with the gift.

Angela groaned. "Not again."

"What's wrong?" Brennan asked.

"He's been hiding all of his presents somewhere. He says nobody's allowed near them except for him. And, for the life of me, I can't find them."

Booth chuckled. "Parker did the same thing when he was little. The Terrible Twos have begun, Ange. Might as well let them run their course."

Angela sighed. "That's what I was afraid of."

Cristina started to wiggle in her father's arms. "Want play!" she whined. "Want play!"

Booth chuckled. "Relax, Crissy. Let's take your jacket off first." Despite it being May, it was unusually cold outside, requiring them all to still be in their winter coats. Booth quickly shed her of hers and placed her on the ground, allowing her to run in the direction Michael just disappeared in.

The three adults watched her go with amusement, before they noticed Cam coming out, past her. "Hello, Cristina." she called and Cristina paused for a moment to hug and kiss 'Aunt Camille' which made Booth chuckle when Cam wrinkled her nose and she glared at him.

When Cristina was gone Cam stalked over to Booth. "Why did you teach her to call me that?" she asked.

"Because that's your name." Booth replied, innocently.

Cam's glare intensified. "Just for that, any future children I might have will be calling you Uncle Seeley."

"I already have three adorable nieces that call me Uncle Seeley. I really don't mind it." He grinned at her expression, then his face fell. "Wait...you're pregnant too?"

Cam swallowed, her eyes going wide. "Uh...no...of course not. I just...I just meant...um..." she could tell not even Brennan was buying it. "Okay, yes. But I'm not very far along. Only a few weeks. I haven't even told Michelle yet. Hell, I haven't even told Paul! Just...don't say anything, any of you. I mean it. I will forbid you from working on cases in my lab."

"That would be very detrimental to the Jeffersonian, don't you think?" Brennan asked.

"I don't care. Nobody finds out unless it's from my own lips. Understood?" The warning in her voice was enough to make them all nod, obediently. "Good. Now, where's the birthday boy?" She turned and looked down, as if expecting Michael to appear at any moment.

()()()()()()

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Michael! Happy birthday to you!"

Everybody clapped as Michael huffed and puffed and blew out the candles, becoming redfaced fast, before turning up to the bearded man holding him. "Pwesents?" he asked.

Billy smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a gold chain with a guitar charm on the end and looping it around the small boys neck. "There you are, Staccato, a present from your old Paw Paw."

Michael took the charm in his fingers and inspected it, smiling adorably at it. "Thanks, Paw Paw!" he said, turning and hugging his grandfather.

"No problem, Staccato." Billy said, chuckling. "No problem at all."

Hodgins glared at the man. "His name is Michael." He grumbled.

Angela squeezed his arm. "Let it go, Babe." she said. Hodgins just grumbled under his breath and smiled when he saw Michael turn to Cristina, who was sitting in Booth's lap next to him.

"Look, Crissy!" he exclaimed, showing her the charm.

Crissy smiled. "Cool!" she exclaimed.

Booth chuckled. She sounded so much like Parker sometimes.

"Smile!" he heard and looked up to see Cam, Angela, and Brennan all standing on the opposite end of the table, cameras in hand.

Booth turned his head and smiled cockily, like some male model, while the women laughed and snapped photos of him and the smiling toddlers.

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