Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Kathy Reichs, Hart Hanson, and Fox.
Chapter 11
Push Presents
Part 1
Yet another 2 months later, on a Friday night, at 6:00 pm, after leaving the Jeffersonian.
As they pulled into the driveway his cell phone began to buzz. The text message said one simple word…
READY
"Babe if I asked, would you wear something special for me tonight?"
A sultry smile curved her lips as she inquired, "What did you have in mind?"
Without another word he whipped out a silk blindfold from his pocket.
She had no idea what to expect and yet she was completely turned on.
"I'm sooo game," she whispered as she leaned forward so he could secure the blindfold around her head.
He guided her from the car, to the inside of the house without incident. Silently he walked her down a long hallway, until he said, "Turn to your left." He allowed for her to move five more steps before he was whispering again.
"Stay right here."
Seconds later, she could hear him turning on the lights.
"Do you know what a push present is?"
"Not a clue."
She could hear him moving back towards her. Her desire was heightened by a certain sense of anticipation that only sensory deprivation can bring. Suddenly she could feel his arms wrapping around her from behind.
The well-defined muscles of his chest pressed into her back.
His hands moved in a gentle caress over her belly.
"A push present is..."
He paused as he placed a light kiss on that spot where the neck and the shoulder meet.
"...A present that a new father gives a new mother, when she gives birth to their child."
He placed another kiss just below her ear.
"Would you like to see yours now?"
"Yes."
When the blindfold came off, she couldn't believe what she saw. He had created an art studio for her. She was completely touched, and totally speechless.
Deciding to take advantage of that rare occurrence he said, "You haven't been painting. Being an artist isn't just what you do, it's who you are, and I love who you are. Angela we both know how ugly the world can get, and sometimes the job that we have only serves to reinforce that belief, making it too easy to forget that beauty still exists. I don't want you to forget that."
As she turned around to face him she flung her arms around his neck and pressed as close as her stomach would allow her to.
"You know Jack, it would be impossible for me to forget that, provided that I get to have you by my side to constantly remind me?"
"I'm yours for as long as you want me babe."
"Good, because I get the feeling that I'm going to want you for a long, long, long, long time," she whispered as her lips crashed down on his.
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7:00 pm, same night, back at the Jeffersonian
A piece of bone from the skull reconstruction that she was working on slipped from her usually very nimble fingers when she felt it happen.
For a moment a frown was marring her brow until she figured out what was going on, and then it was replaced by that soft smile of hers that was associate with all things baby related.
She placed her hand over her slightly rounded belly and waited. When she glanced up at the clock she realized that it was already 7:00. She had made a promise to Booth to be out of the lab by 7:30 for a pizza and movie night with Parker. She knew then that if the baby hadn't moved when it did, she would have been late.
Suddenly the fluttering was back.
"You truly are a Booth," she whispered as she moved her hand in a comforting circle on her tummy.
When she felt the fluttering again, she conceded, "Ok lets go home."
It was precisely 7:30 when she walked through the door to be greeted by a very animated 7-year-old boy.
"Hi Bones," he said as he flung his arms around her waist.
"Hi Parker," she said as she returned his embrace.
"You're right on time Bones," Booth said as he flashed a charm smile at her from the kitchen.
"Was there ever any doubt that I wouldn't be?"
Parker giggled as he loudly whispered, "Daddy said you would be late Bones."
"Et tu, Parker?"
Parker scrunched up his little nose and thought for a moment before he said, "I don't know what that means daddy."
"Never mind Parks."
After a moment Booth clapped his hands together as he suggested, "Parker why don't you go grab us some plates so we can get this party started?"
"Ok daddy."
As the boy ran off to the kitchen, Bones actually giggled.
Booth groaned as he pulled her flush against his chest.
"So now that you officially have both Booth boys in your thrall, leaving me without a single cohort, whatever do you plan to do with me next," he growled playfully into her neck?
"I could tell you, but actions always do speak louder than words," she whispered before she kissed him.
"Ready!"
Parker's disembodied voice had them jumping apart like guilty teenagers.
"We should go," she whispered.
"You're right, pizza for dinner and then Bones for dessert," he said in a husky whisper that was full of promise, before he turned on his heel and walked over to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
They brought their pizza into the living room so they could start the movie.
Parker sat between them on the couch. After 30 minutes of viewing Parker looked over to his father with pleading eyes as he mouthed the word, "Now?"
Booth glanced over his son's head before giving his answer.
"No."
"Why not?"
"She's sleeping."
Parker tossed his head against the couch's back cushion, as he rolled his eyes in a disgusted fashion that only the very young are capable of.
Booth chuckled as he stood up. He lifted Bones from the couch and cradled her in his arms.
"Don't worry Parker, if there is one thing that I've learned from Bones, it's that there's always tomorrow," Booth whispered as he carried Bones to their bedroom.
When he got back to the living room he sat beside his son so they could come up with a new game plan.
A/N: Thank you for continuing to read my story. I've said it before and I will say it again CSINaomi and Dancing Phalanges are awesome! Any way, if you would like to know what happens next… you know what to do!