Author's Note: Back to the future for this one. Enjoy!

"Ugh," Brennan grunted through clenched teeth as she sat up suddenly.

"Bones, what's wrong with you?" Booth turned toward her in bed.

"I'm in labor."

"No you're not. You're not due for another month," he yawned and turned back over.

"Well tell your child that."

That got his attention. "Oh, shit," Booth was already out of the bed and fumbling for the jeans he had discarded in the floor the night before as he finished talking, "We gotta get to the hospital."

"No, Booth, it's Christmas morning. We have to have Christmas with the kids first."

"Are you kidding me Bones? No."

"I'm fine Booth. Go wake Parker & Alice. I'll pack a bag, get everything ready and as soon as they open their presents we'll go to the hospital. I'm within four weeks of my due date. They won't try to stop the contractions."

Booth sighed loudly and decided not to waste any more time arguing with her.

The kids found their Santa gifts readily, Parker happily playing along for his little sister while Booth kept an eye on Brennan, who was having increasing difficulty pretending that she wasn't progressing with labor. Before they could tear into the wrapped gifts from their parents, Brennan made an announcement, "Perhaps we should take those with us."

Booth's eyes got wide. He knew things had to be bad for her to make the suggestion. "I'll get the car, Parker put Alice's shoes and coat on her and I'll be right back."

"Why? It's 5am on Christmas, where are we going?"

"I'm still sleepy Mama," Alice yawned from the floor where she was sprawled out.

"Not a good time to argue guys."

"Baby, I know you're sleepy," Brennan began to explain to her daughter while bending down to lift her off the floor, but another contraction took her breath and she had to hold on to Parker to keep from tumbling over.

"Holy shit, you're in labor," Parker exclaimed.

"Parker. What have I told you about using that word?" Booth said as he returned from the car.

"What? You say it," Parker said earning a stern look from his father.

"The new baby is coming?"

"Yes Allie, very, very soon I think," Brennan groaned.

Parker quickly put on his coat and shoes and helped his sister to do the same while Booth gathered up all their unopened presents to take with them. Then he quickly ushered Brennan to the car.

And when their friends found them a few hours later, on the maternity floor of Washington General, Brennan was sitting up in the hospital bed holding her tiny, but perfectly healthy newborn son. She was surrounded by Booth, Parker, Alice and piles of discarded wrapping paper. Hodgins laughed, Cam held back tears and Angela cried openly as they took in the scene before them.

Alice was curled into her mother's side, seemingly more interested in the new Jazz playing Elmo she'd gotten than she was in the wrinkly, crying thing in her mommy's arms. Parker was examining the new tablet he'd gotten and silently coveting his stepmom's millionaire status which allowed her to buy him the year's most expensive new gadget. Booth had just handed Brennan another present to unwrap, and she was doing quite an efficient job of it considering she was also holding a newborn. All of them were still wearing their pajamas from the night before, hair un-brushed. In Booth's case, he was also wearing mismatched socks.

As Brennan held up the fleece blanket she had just opened from Parker and Alice, the family seemed oblivious to the crowd that had joined them. At least until Max walked in and upon seeing his smiling daughter surrounded by the four people she loved most in the world exclaimed, "Now that's what I call a Christmas present."

"Sure beats the coffee maker we got them," Angela said.

Booth, finally noticing that they weren't alone, got up from the bed to welcome their friends. "Alice, would you like to introduce your new brother to Grandpa?"

The five year old shrugged as her mother carefully placed the tiny baby into her arms, still supporting his head with her own hand.

"Go ahead baby, you helped name him."

"You named him Miss Allie? Really?" Max walked closer to his grandchildren and leaned down toward the bed.

Alice beamed at her Grandpa, "I did. Well I wanted to name him Christmas but Dad said Chris would work just as well, so that's his name. Chris Parker Booth."

"I got to help too," the oldest Booth son added, eliciting laughter from the room.

Booth helped Alice hand the baby over to her Aunt Angela, the little girl then bouncing off the bed to go show Cam her new toys, her baby brother not keeping her interest.

Max used the opportunity to sit on the edge of his daughter's bed. "Quite a Christmas you guys have had."

"Yes, I was afraid that the baby would not be properly developed but the doctor says he's well within normal limits. Just tiny," Brennan smiled, not once breaking her gaze from the sleeping child in her arms.

"You were a tiny baby too Tempe. Your mother said you looked like you'd fit in a teacup."

Overwrought with emotions from her day and memories of her mother, Brennan's eyes welled with tears, "Do you like his name Dad?"

"Yes, very much honey. Very much," Max pulled her into a hug and held her until she regained her composure.

Later that night, Parker having returned to Rebecca's to finish Christmas and Alice safely tucked away with Cam, Brennan and Booth sat admiring their new son. They were just finishing their dinner and the baby was sleeping in a bassinet next to them. A red Santa hat, that had taken a lot of work by Max and Booth to convince his mother to let him wear, rested on his bald head. The hospital had supplied a red gown instead of their usual blue ones, in honor of the holiday.

"Well despite the hospital turkey, which should not even qualify to be called turkey, this has been a pretty good Christmas," Booth said as he placed his plasticware back on the table and scouted it away from the bed.

"I told you that did not look edible. You'll probably be quite nauseous later. But, yes, I think that we'll all remember this Christmas for quite some time."

"I got you another present Bones."

"Why are you just now giving it to me?"

"Because, cranky, it wasn't finished before."

"I am not cranky."

"Yes you are. But I love you anyway," Booth held out a gold chain with three jeweled settings hanging from it.

"It's beautiful Booth," Brennan said as he helped her place it around her neck.

"The three stones are Parker, Allie and Chris' birthstones. I had it made a few weeks ago. Luckily for our little early bird here, Hodgins knew a jeweler that he bribed to switch out the stones on Christmas when he decided to be born in the wrong month."

"I love it Booth, thank you." She leaned into his side and closed her eyes, exhausted from her long day.

Booth settled her against him, "Merry Christmas Bones."

"Merry, oh," yawn, "Christmas Booth."