The Baby in the Bond
A/N: Next chapter's up! Thanks to my amazing cousin for editing! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. I never have and unfortunately I never will:(
Chapter 13:
"No, no, NO way in HELL are we naming our child that!"
"It's a lovely name Booth!"
"Akili?"
"Yes. It is of African descent. It means bright and smart. It's a beautiful name!"
Brennan has just ended her first trimester and walked right into her second. The morning sickness had let up just a bit and she hasn't become sick from the smell of rotting decomposed corpses in the lab. The case had been solved and the murderer was his wife who ran away after murdering him for life insurance money and killed herself three months afterwards. Her body was found hung to a ceiling fan in the attic of their house. No case meant nothing to do, and nothing to do meant looking for baby names.
"I like Nazneen, for a girl of course. It means exquisitely beautiful." Brennan replied enthusiastically.
"Let me see that book?" Brennan handed him the book pointing to where the name she had chosen was located. "Bones, that's farsi."
"So? Just because we are not of Persian descent doesn't mean our child can't have a name with that particular origin."
"Yeah, but I was hoping for a name more American, you know. Like Jessica or Sophia. Something simple but pretty."
"Neither of those names are American Booth. Jessica is Hebrew and means rich or wealthy and Sophia is Greek and means wise."
Booth had still been holding the book. They lounged on their bed while flipping through pages and pages of names all day long. Booth was tapping his fingers along the thick, smooth spine of the book while reading and turning the pages back and forth. After a few minutes of pure silence, names started popping one by one into each others' heads.
"Can her middle name be Angela? While Angela was pregnant with Michael, she and Hodgins said that if the baby was a girl, her middle name would be Temperance. I think it is a nice gesture of appreciation and compassion and I would like to do the same because as you know, she is my metaphorical sister."
"Of course Bones! Well we got the middle name for a girl down, now the first name. How about Christine or Ruth? In honor of your mother."
Brennan had told herself three years ago when she decided that she wanted to have Booth's child that she would name her child after her mother. She wondered if she still wanted to back that up.
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it. What about your mother's name? Lynn?"
"My mom died when I was a child Bones, I barely got to know her. But you knew your mother well until the age of fifteen. I was younger than that and besides, you and your mom had a really close relationship. You two were best friends. I think you should honor that."
"Maybe. I don't know Booth. Let's go onto Boy's names, shall we?"
"Sure, how about-"
"David?" Brennan had interrupted her boyfriend with one of her favorite names for a boy.
"Why David?"
"I do not know, but I find that it is a very nice name and I always thought that you looked like a David."
"Really? I don't look like a Seeley?"
Brennan slid down and rested her head on the pillow while Booth continued to sit next to her. Her hand had slid down to her abdomen where her mini Booth was sleeping. Six months would not go fast enough.
"Not necessarily."
"You don't look like a Temperance either. You look more like an Emily."
"Really? That's a nice name! How about that?"
"We'll think about it. How about a middle for a boy?"
They sat there for a minute thinking about the perfect name for a perfect little boy. Brennan kept thinking that their boy would be just like Booth. The name had to relate to him in some way, she just couldn't decide it.
"Joseph! Your middle name! I want our boy to have some part of his father wherever he goes and what better way to fulfill that by having the same middle name as you!"
"That sounds nice!"
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Dr. Sweets was in his office, bored and alone with nobody to talk to. Daisy wasn't answering her phone and he had nothing to do. No appointments all day, no case and most importantly, no fun. Booth and Brennan would definitely put him in a good mood if he hung out with them. He decided to take a drive over to their apartment and see what they were up to.
When he arrived, he walked into the fancy building that looked like a five star hotel. He walked straight to the elevator and when the doors spread apart, he walked into the small traveling car that had a red carpeted floor, a mirror that took up the whole wall opposite the door, tannish-golden wooden frames on the other two walls and a small golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Pretty fancy for an elevator. "Who lives in a place like this? How rich is that woman?" Sweets thought pressing a button to send him shooting upward.
He arrived at the apartment his friends/co-workers shared and saw a mat resting beneath his feet by the door. He lifted it up and found a small silver key to the apartment. He casually slid it into the locking mechanism and turned it opening the door while carefully and quietly walking into the apartment. He heard talking coming from one of the bedrooms so he made his way down the hallway to where his friends rested. He opened the door and happily greeted them.
"Hey guys! How've ya been?"
Booth and Brennan immediately fixated their eyes on the young psychologist standing in front of the door. The two let out a simultaneous yelp due to surprise and sat up impulsively with furious expressions on.
"What are you doing here Dr. Sweets? Brennan screamed.
"Yeah! You could've given us a heart attack!"
"I agree with Booth! How did you get into our apartment anyway?" Brennan snapped.
"Oh please, what apartment has a mat in front of their door? You're not fooling anyone."
"What are you doing here Sweets?" Booth retorted.
"I got bored and I had no one to hang out with so here I am! So what're you guys doing?"
"We're deciding on Baby names." Brennan replied. "We're trying to come to a decision by- LANCE!"
"YES?" Sweets said with the same tone as Brennan had.
"No not you, how about the name Lance, Booth?" She turned toward Booth who scrunched his eyes and tilted his head to show that he wasn't interested.
"Yeah, you're right. Lance wouldn't suit are child. It is a diminutive of the name Lancelot which means knight of Arthur. I would rather not name our child after a mythical man in a suit of armor. Well, there was no harm in asking, am I correct?"
"Wait a minute, what's wrong with my name?"
"Nothing Sweets, don't take it personally. You know that's just how she talks."
"You guys have dinner yet?"
"Nope. You?" Booth replied to Sweets' innocent question.
"Let's go to the diner! My treat!" Sweets was so desperate for a good time that he'll do anything if it means getting them out of the house and doing something all together.
"That's awfully kind of you. We'd love to Dr. Sweets."
Brennan got up and Booth followed. She grabbed her purse and keys and they walked out of the door. Sweets stopped and looked at the doormat before making any sign that he was leaving the apartment floor.
"Whose idea was it to get the doormat anyway?"
Brennan pointed at Booth who also pointed to himself. "It's reversible! How cool is that?" Booth was getting so excited over a little thing such as a doormat.
"I didn't know that. What is on the other side?" Brennan inquired.
Booth slowly flipped the brown mat that says 'welcome' in red letters to its other side that had a red background and says the word 'cocky' on it in white letters. It was a blown up version of Booth's favorite accessory.
"Wow."
"I did not see that coming." Sweets and Booth both had a large grin on their handsome faces where as Brennan had a surprised look on her face.
"Turn that over now!"
"But you love the belt buckle! You even bought one for me! How come when I happily buy a replica of it in door mat form, you refuse to let me display it?"
"I like the belt buckle because it demonstrates your independence as an individual and it also illustrates the side of you that rebels against authority. This… this is just… creepy."
Booth sadly walked away with Sweets with both of their heads hanging low to show that they were clearly upset.
"Party pooper." Sweets said sadly as he and Booth walked away. Brennan remained in her current spot.
"Is that really appropriate language for a psychologist and a man with a PhD? Really? Because it doesn't seem that way!"
A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! o