Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, but I am obsessed!
Author's Note: I had the idea for the second half of this chapter before the finale, so it seemed like the appropriate time to post this word. This one is filled with spoilers for The Change in the Game. Also, I'm apparently on a second person grammar kick. Enjoy.
Chapter Seven: Hyggelig
Hyggelig: Danish – Its "literal" translation into English gives connotations of a warm, friendly, cozy demeanor, but it's unlikely that these words truly capture the essence of a hyggelig; it's likely something that must be experienced to be known. I think of good friends, cold beer, and a warm fire.
She had been acting strangely, apprehensive about Angela and Hodgins' baby, and you couldn't figure out why. She should have been happy for your friends who had just had an adorable, healthy, baby boy. And then she told you. You were going to be a father again.
One night together filled with comfort and love and you had created a life. You hadn't even taken her out for a real dinner, you hadn't even talked about what that night meant and the subtle yet earth-shattering shift in your relationship. You had only spent the one night together and now she was telling you that you were having a baby.
She gave her crooked smile, one filled with relief when you smiled at the news. Well, you didn't so much smile as grin like an idiot and then grabbed her in a hug so strong that she had joked that you were squeezing the fetus. Then you had kissed her and taken her back to her apartment where you spent the night together, talking about the future.
You didn't resolve much that night, just the most important things. That you loved her and the feelings were returned, that you were happy about this news. You soothed her fears that she wasn't meant to be a mother, that the long forgotten desire had been a brief fever dream and that she had woken up. You convinced her that she would be a wonderful mother because she already loved the tiny ball of cells that was your child. As a pair you decided that you would wait a little longer to tell Parker, but that you would do it together. And finally, you were going to take her out to dinner on Saturday and every Saturday from now on.
You didn't discuss marriage, or how your were going to tell the FBI or the Jeffersonian. You didn't discuss field work or how the work partnership was going to change, you had talked enough for one night. You both knew that you were going to have many more discussions, but for now you were both exhausted. She spent the night wrapped in your arms, and you took a while to fall asleep afraid that when you woke up, it would all be a dream. But she was still cuddled into your side when you woke up the next morning and as the days passed you still found yourself waking up next to her.
Most days it still feels like a dream. You still bicker about the same things, but you bicker about other things as well. She still wants to go out into the field, you want her to stay in the lab. You win some of the arguments, but most of the time you cave and use your sniper instincts to keep her and your child safe. You bicker over whose apartment you are going to spend the night at, what you are going to eat for dinner, if the baby will be baptized. But every night you fall asleep together, content and dreaming sweet dreams. It isn't the life that you expected, it's somehow better.
It's an ordinary Saturday, the newest and best version of ordinary. Parker is at your apartment, sitting on the floor with his back resting against the couch. His gaming device beeps on occasion and he groans every time his character dies. You have the television on low, watching sports highlights that you aren't all that interested in. The newscasters seem to have something against Pennsylvania teams, those heartless bastards. You find yourself drifting off to sleep, when you feel something shift beside you.
It had become so familiar these past few weeks, Brennan curled next to you on the couch, catching up on her endless anthropology journals. You have sat together for hours, allowing this small bit of domesticity creep into your life. It has happened more than once, you falling asleep to the drone of the television while she focuses on the glossy paper in front of her. Your hand drifts to her firm abdomen. She is beginning to show, which unnerves her, but makes you feel a bit giddy.
You nuzzle into her neck and whisper in her ear. "How's our girl doing today?"
She sets her journal in her lap, it is another frequent point that you bicker about. "You know that it is too early to tell the sex of the baby."
"My gut tells me its a girl, and you know my gut. You trust my gut, even if you won't admit it."
"Well you have a fifty percent chance of being right. I suppose that is an accurate enough estimate for it being a gastro-intestinal tract."
You smile and stroke your fingers across her stomach. She hums a bit at the sensation. She won't admit it but she likes it when you tease your hand across the growing bump. She closes the article, setting it on the coffee table next to her long abandoned mug of tea. She leans back into you, closing her eyes.
"You tired, Bones?"
She nods and inhales, deeply. She also won't admit it, but she finds your scent comforting, just like you find her scent irresistible. "A little."
"Go ahead and take a nap. We'll be here when you wake up."
"I don't want to ruin the afternoon plans." She raises her head and addresses your son. "Parker, would it be alright if we postpone our trip to the exhibit until tomorrow. I didn't anticipate being so exhausted."
Parker pauses his game and turns around. "No, that's cool. I'm pretty beat too. We can still get pizza for dinner tonight, right?"
Brennan smiles, agrees, and leans back into your chest. Within moments her breath evens out and you know that she has fallen asleep. You continue to make lazy circles along your partner's stomach. Parker's beeping continues, and the television switches to footage of men hauling semi-trucks. Once again you feel your own eyes drift closed. You'll just rest your eyes for a few minutes, and then you will order some pizza. You anticipate many more lazy weekends like this, just being together, the four of you. A smile creeps onto your face as you escape to dreamland.
You feel at ease, cozy, safe and loved. Most of all you feel home.