"Twenty years?" Brennan exclaimed, "with no parole?" she asked. Booth grinned, his chest puffing out, taking a good deal of credit for the sentence.
Brennan frowned, "But surely he wouldn't have gotten such a long sentence just for assaulting me?" she asked. "And I wasn't even there to testify?" she said. Booth's chest deflated just a little. "Well, that's kind of true. But Caroline was amazing. She had the judge eating out of her hand. Citing your health issues as the reason you were unable to attend court. Plus. she had accumulated all this other evidence on him. He was a petty thief, he'd been done for breaking and entering, he had several counts of assault brought against him. Then there was the car theft, jewellery theft. and he'd only been out of prison less than six months!" Booth rattled off, counting on his fingers.
"OK, but still. They're fairly minor crimes. I know that my being at his trial and giving the anthropological evidence that tipped the judges decision to convict him and put him in jail the first time, was the catalyst for his attack, but still." she trailed off. Booth sat down next to her "Yes, I suppose you could say that, but you add it all up, and top it off with what he did to you. Caroline brought in the emotional distress to Christine" Brennan laughed "Really? She does realise that Christine is fine, right? I mean, I've asked her about it several times and she doesn't seem to be worried about it at all!"
Booth held her hand between his, lifting it to his lips. She didn't know about the daily therapy Christine had gone through with Sweets because she had been having nightmares every night after that day. She also had some issues with Booth not being completely emotionally available to her straight after the twin's birth. But that had all been sorted out and Christine was back to her usual self. Thankfully. Booth would tell Brennan at some point. But not yet. Right now, he just needed her to focus on her own recovery. "Not much rattles our little Chrissy. She's tough. Just like her Mom." he smiled as he kissed her fingertips. That wasn't exactly a lie. Not much did upset their daughter normally.
"And of course, add in the emotional stress that I was under, having to give up my job to care for the twins and Christine, and now you. And then Caroline pulled out her trump card. Bones, he tried to kidnap is own child during visitation eight weeks ago. The ex wife arrived and testified unexpectedly. He's going to be in big trouble when he gets behind bars." Booth added and frowned. "And he'll deserve everything he gets".
Brennan looked at him thoughtfully, nodding. "You never thought of hiring a nanny?" she asked him out of the blue. Booth's face reflected his surprise "Well, I. I mean. I didn't think. You would have been alright with a nanny looking after the boys?" he asked surprised. Brennan tilted her head and looked at him "I think, I would have actually. I can only imagine how much stress you must have been under. I am surprised that you took it all on yourself, and that you appear to have coped remarkably well. I love you for it of course. But I would have understood." she said.
Booth smiled and shook his head "Man, I had a big argument with Angela about that. She almost knocked me out!" he chuckled. "She told me I was a fool for doing everything myself. Running myself into the ground. I told her that you would have killed me if I had hired a stranger to look after your babies!" Brennan's eyes popped open and then she started laughing with him. "I suppose at some point I would have been a bit upset, in the beginning, but then the practical side of me definitely would have realised that it would have been the thing to do." she said. Booth shook his head and shuffled closer to her on the couch.
"So how was your day with Ang?" he asked. Brennan smiled brightly "It was good! Look!" she held out her hands to show him her brightly painted nails, then wiggled her bare feet up and down "And my toes!" Booth smiled to himself. Brennan hadn't ever really been one for manicures or pedicures, but he was glad that she seemed so happy. "Angela said it was Bedroom Eye Blue!" she announced as Booth stared at her bright blue nails. "They're. Bright." He commented, not really liking the electric blue polish, but loving that she had enjoyed her day.
"and" she said pointing at her head. Booth stared at her. "Please don't tell me you haven't noticed in all this time we've been talking!" she said, pretending to pout, pushing out her bottom lip and trying to look disappointed, but her eyes were sparkling, giving away her game. He frowned and leaned forwards, then backwards, looking at the back of her head. He grabbed her by the shoulder and made her turn left and right. "did you actually brush your hair today?" he said, biting on his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing.
Brennan smacked him on the leg and he feigned pain. "Hey! Not so rough. Your husband is worn out and feeling delicate from all the work he's been doing!" he sniggered.
"I've had it cut! Angela did it. She's evened up all the odd sections from where they shaved the back of my head. Then she trimmed the front bits around my face. Is it bad?" she suddenly asked her eyes widening. She had thought it looked quite good considering what her hair had looked like prior to Angela taking to it with the scissors. It had taken forever for the shaved section to grow back around the scar where they had operated. But it was long enough to cover the scar she would always bear, that area that would never grow hair again, which was about the size of her little finger across the back of her skull. "I mean, I know you love my hair long. But it has grown a lot lately" she was fiddling with the hair around her ears, pulling at it as if to make it seem longer.
Booth grabbed at her hands "It looks great. She did a good job" he assured her. Brennan turned around and ran her hand over the back section "Can you see the scar?" she asked him. "Be honest. Ang told me nobody would notice, but I know what she's like. She would tell me anything if she thought it would stop me worrying, which of course I am". Booth could only just see one end of the scar. There was no point lying. At some point she'd get hold of a mirror and check for herself. "I can only just see a tiny bit of one end of the scar. In a week or so your hair will cover it completely. Don't worry honey. And your hair really does look good. Give it a month and I'll take you to your hair stylist and you can have her fix it properly.
Brennan smiled her hands again on the top of her head, feeling the part "I really could use a colour. I found ten grey hairs Booth! Ten!" she exclaimed, bending her head down for him to look "See them?" she asked him. Booth squinted. He actually couldn't see anything, and he wasn't really sure what the right answer was going to be. "I'm sure your stylist will be able to sort out a nice colour for you" he said, hoping he had evaded that pool of quicksand, but no. "so you can see them?" she asked, sitting back up straight. Booth leaned in and kissed her mouth, then her cheek, then her forehead and back to her mouth. "I don't care about a few grey hairs. Have you looked at my hair lately? And don't even talk about my beard. I'm practically silver! You have nothing to worry about Bones. Nothing" he said kissing her again. Her response was eager. He felt a stirring in the pit of his belly that he had missed.
"You know, the twins are still asleep, and we have an hour before Christine will be home" he said suddenly, feeling his desire rising. They hadn't really been intimate since she came home from hospital. He missed her. Missed the feel of her body, under his. Missed how silky her skin felt under his hands. The more he thought about it, the more aroused he became. Brennan leaned in to him, returning his kisses. "The doctor did say we could try as soon as I felt ready" she murmured against his neck. "Are you feeling ready?" he asked as his mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck, onto her shoulder, as he pulled her top aside. "I actually think I might be" she responded breathily as his mouth pressed against the top of her breasts.
"Right" Booth said as he pulled away from her and stood up. He reached down and scooped her up from the couch, making her squeak with excitement. He all but bounded up the stairs, stopping half way to catch his breath. "Booth, are you alright?" she asked worriedly. "Damn straight I am!" he exclaimed and took the remaining stairs quickly. He kicked open the bedroom door and practically fell onto the bed with her under him, making Brennan laugh out loud.
"You have no idea how much I've thought about this moment Bones" he panted as he pulled his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it, the top two buttons popping and flying across the room. "Booth! your new shirt!" she squealed as he reached down and quickly hooked his fingers into the waistband of her cotton pull on trousers and wrenched them down her thighs making her giggle with expectation. He undid his fly and pushed his pants to the floor, pulling one foot, then the other out of the legs, using his toes to push on the back of his shoes as he pulled his feet from them.
Brennan sat up and undid the top buttons of her top and pulled it over her head, then grabbed hold of the bottom band of her bra and rather than undoing it, simply pulled it upwards and over her head, releasing her breasts and throwing it at Booth, who actually managed to catch it in his teeth. He growled as he pushed his boxers to the floor and stepped towards the bed, dropping the bra from his mouth and kicking his underpants off his foot as he climbed up onto the bed and straddled her, his eyes devouring every inch of her. Her eyes, the brightest blue. Her lips, pink and lush. Her breasts, full, round peaked with large pale nipples. Her stomach, round, soft. Brennan shuffled backwards on the bed as he cupped her buttocks and hooked his fingers into her underpants and pulled them down to her knees, then used his own foot to push them the rest of the way down.
His mouth crashed into hers, his tongue hot and wet, slipping across hers. One hand supporting his weight as the other cupped and kneaded her breast, his fingertips finding and rolling her nipple between them making her moan loudly into his mouth. Her hands were around his shoulders, pulling him down towards her. "Bones" he panted "I'm too heavy" Only to be met with her hands grasping at him even harder forcing his chest down to meet hers, her hands sliding down to the small of his back pulling him so that she could feel him, hard against her. The feel of her skin, rubbing against him, inflaming his desire even further. He tried to pull his hips up, but she pulled him hard against her, writhing under him her soft pubic hair grazing his genitals.
"Oh God, Bones. I'm. This is. I'm not gonna be able to" Brennan smiled and guided him into her. He slid quickly into her, wet and warm, and welcoming. He groaned as he gently began to slide in and out, quickening with each thrust, her legs, not strong enough to wrap around his back as they used to, pressing on either side of him, encouraging him to keep going. Her hands now gripping at his backside, pulling him into her harder and faster, his rhythm constantly building. His elbows were pressed into the mattress, either side of her body, holding the bulk of his weight off of her, but allowing her to look down the length of her body and watch him thrusting against her. Into her.
"Booth" she gasped, dragging her eyes away from his groin and staring up into his eyes. Dark, almost black, his pupils dilated. His mouth open, he was gasping "I can't. I'm sorry" She closed her eyes and felt him begin to shudder, his groin grinding hard against her as he unloaded months of frustration and desperation deep into her. The sensation was enough to pull her to the brink and she joined him, rocking her hips, clenching him deep inside, her head thrown back. He dropped his head, licking and dropping hot wet kisses on her neck, throat and collar bones. "God Bones" he gasped as he rolled them both onto their sides, still conjoined, her top leg now hooked over his hip to keep him from sliding from her. She wanted him inside her as long as she could. She had missed him. Missed the warmth, and weight of him, on her. Inside her. She opened her eyes and stared at his face. His eyes were closed, he licked his lips and smiled, unaware she was watching him. She closed her own eyes and pressed her face against the base of this throat, feeling his pulse against her lips. A deep rumbling murmur came from his throat. A sound, of pure contentment.
She pulled back and looked up into his face. This time his eyes were open. He was grinning, his eyes were warm. Happy. "Good?" he asked softly. "so good" she smiled back at him. "Christine will be here soon I suppose" she said. Booth hugged her to him. "I don't want to let you go" he said. Brennan laughed "I'm not going anywhere. I just don't think I want our daughter to find us stark naked on our bed in a post coital haze!" she giggled. Booth sighed, he had finally slid from her, he rolled onto his back, his head turned, looking across at her, one hand resting on his chest, the other still tucked under her neck. "good point" he said smirking.
"You're OK?" he asked. Brennan smiled and sat up, leaning over him, kissing him one more time. "More than OK." she said. "at least we know that part of me still works the way it used to!" she laughed. Booth chuckled and stood up, helping her to her feet and supporting her as they walked to the bathroom to clean up before their daughter came barrelling through the house like a cyclone.
Booth had no sooner settled Brennan on the couch, when the door opened and Christine came into the living room, full steam as per usual, waving a piece of paper in the air. "I got a gold star for my story!" she yelled excitedly. At that very moment, a wailing came through the baby monitor. "that's my cue" Booth said "It's like they know when she's home!" he added. "Give me a minute Christine. I'm going to get your brothers. Then you can tell us all about your story. In fact, can you come and help me? You can carry Wyatt down to Mommy for me, and she can feed him, and you can tell us about your story while I feed Max.
Christine stood in the middle of the living room, Booth and Brennan side by side on the couch, bottle feeding their sons.
"My Daddy.
My Daddy is Seeley Joseph Booth. He's is a worker in the FBI. He catches bad people and puts them into jail for a long time so they can't do bad things to people any more. One day my Mommy got real sick and my Daddy had to leave his work to look after me and my baby brothers Max and Wyatt.
He visited my Mommy every day so my brothers could meet her. She was asleep all the time though. But Daddy still talked to her and I talked to her and showed her my school work so she would know I was being good.
My Daddy isn't very good at washing dishes but he is good at cooking things for me. He is also good at changing nappies and making baby milk, cos my Mommy couldn't feed the babies.
My Mommy woke up one day, and she is home now. She walks funny still and her hair is all short, but Daddy tells her he loves her every day and that she is the most beautiful girl in the world. He says I am the second most beautiful girl in the world. He helps her learn to walk again and she is getting good at it now.
I love my Daddy. He is the best Daddy in the whole world.
The End.
By Christine Angela Booth
6 years old (nearly 7)"
Booth swallowed the lump in his throat and used the baby bib to wipe his eyes. He couldn't speak. Brennan reached out and threaded a hand through his hair and pulled his head to hers. Christine came and wriggled her way onto the couch, and sat squashed between them and her baby brothers.
"I wish someone was here to take a photo right now" Christine said brightly.
Brennan smiled, thinking to herself,
I don't need a photo. I have this moment saved in my head and in my heart
At that moment Max burped loudly. Wyatt however, farted, and of course they all began laughing.
And it's the best picture I could ever have of us.