3 months later…
Brennan shot awake, sweaty and uncomfortable. She looked around; trying to gauge what woke her, but found nothing unusual.
She settled back down, blaming the intrusion on new house noises. Even though they had been living there for 2 months, she always took a good amount of time to settle into a new place.
She had just closed her eyes when another contraction hit, this one worse than she had ever felt before. She let out a little yelp, unrequited. It caused Booth to stir.
"Bones, are you okay?" Booth asked, trying to wake up all the way. "What's wrong?" he slurred, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.
"I don't know," Brennan said. "They feel like contractions, but it's too early," she said, getting really worried. "What if something's wrong?" she clutched at his arm.
"It's only a couple of weeks early," Booth said. "You just have to calm down, babe. Here, let's walk around. If the contractions get closer, then we can go to the hospital."
Brennan allowed Booth to help her up and they paced the halls as one o'clock turned to two. Brennan was sometimes hunched over in pain, Booth coaching her through it.
But as the hours passed, it was obvious that this was no false labor. Brennan was getting scared and nervous, not having done this before. Booth's calm exterior was half helping her and half irritating her. She hated not knowing how something worked before he did.
Booth talked to her soothingly as he packed a couple pairs of clothes for each of them and some baby clothes from the baby shower and threw them in a bag.
"Come on, honey," Booth said, slinging the bag over his shoulder and reaching over to help her up even as another contraction hit. "Let's get into the car."
Everyone was already at the hospital, including Max, when Booth and Brennan arrived. Booth had called them on their way to the hospital.
A nurse accompanied Booth who was pushing Brennan in a wheelchair to the maternity ward.
Brennan caught sight of everyone and her eyes locked on Angela. She reached out her hand to her. "Booth, can Angela come in, too?"
Booth looked to the nurse for confirmation and she nodded. "Alright. Come on, Ange."
Angela jumped up, just as excited as the rest of them were. "You got this, sweetie. Let's go have a baby!"
Brennan whimpered and grabbed on to Booth's hand as they made their way into the room.
A bunch of gruesome hours later and Booth and Brennan had a beautiful, healthy baby girl.
Booth cut the umbilical cord and proceeded to take his place at Brennan's side while the doctors weighed and cleaned up the baby.
Her little strangled cries echoed around the room, disgruntled at leaving her mother's womb.
Brennan was clutching Booth's hand, albeit not as tightly as earlier, and she looked up at him through tired eyes.
"You did great, babe," Booth said, bursting with pride, eyes brimming with happy tears as he kissed her on the forehead.
Angela had gone back outside to wait with the rest of the gang, giving them their private moments with their baby.
The doctor carried over their baby girl and placed her in Brennan's arms, swaddled in the customary hospital blanket to keep her warm.
"She's perfectly healthy," the doctor told them after examining her completely. "You can have as much time as you'd like with her, and then we have to bring her to the nursery." The doctor left.
"Booth, she's beautiful," Brennan crooned.
At the sound of her mother's voice, the baby stopped crying and opened her eyes. They were blue, as all babies eyes are at birth.
Brennan ran a finger lightly over the baby's soft skin, and shortly after, the baby fell asleep in her arms.
"You want to hold her, Daddy?" Brennan teased, and Booth eagerly opened his arms to hold his daughter.
She was so small and delicate. "She's perfect," he said simply.
He made a silent promise right then and there that he would always be there for his daughter and Brennan. He would always be there to protect them, no matter what.
"So what are we going to call her," Brennan yawned, scooting over on the bed to make room for Booth.
He sat on the bed, allowing Brennan to lay her head on his shoulder as they both looked down at their little angel.
They both sat in thought.
"How about Alyssa, I've always liked the name," Brennan offered.
"Yeah, I like it. Alyssa," Booth said, trying it out. "And Joy for her middle name," Booth said.
Alyssa Joy. It made them both think of Brennan picking that name to go to Italy, and it made them both laugh.
"Alyssa Joy it is," Brennan said. "Now, what should we do about the last name?"
Booth took Brennan's hand in his. Looking deep in her eyes he said, "Marry me, Temperance Brennan."
"What?" she asked both shocked and amused.
"I love you and Alyssa so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so marry me," Booth said. He had actually wanted to propose to her later, but it just seemed so perfect right now.
"It doesn't have to be right away," Booth added, noticing her expression.
"Don't be silly," Brennan said. "I love you, Booth, and I'd be honored to marry you," she answered and kissed him.
"Here, hold Alyssa. I'm going to go get the gang," he said, acting just like a proud new dad.
Everyone filed in the room, oohing and ahhing at the baby and the new parents.
Pictures were taken, and Alyssa was held by everyone. Once she was back in her mother's arms, she looked up at her like who are all these people? And Brennan couldn't help but laugh.
"Have fun not sleeping for a year," Hodgins teased.
Soon, a nurse came in and ushered everyone who wasn't family, out of the room so the 'new mommy and baby could get some rest.'
Everyone left, promising to visit at intervals tomorrow.
Alyssa was wheeled off to the nursery, her little lungs working quite well as she screeched, alerting everyone that she was hungry.
Booth curled up by Brennan's side, and they fell asleep.
The perfect ending to the perfect day.
I am so sorry this took so long to get up. I kept rewriting it, and I'm still not sure I like it, but I thought it was cute to say the least. Won't they just make the cutest family? Reviews are always welcome!
xoxo
Janelle