Brennan's sitting on her couch, listening to her notes on her latest identification. She sets the recorder on the cushion beside her and opens up her granola bar. She takes a small bite and then grabs her recorder again.
"Sweetie!" Angela storms into her best friend's office and stands in front of her, her arms crossed over her chest.
Brennan swallows and lifts her head to look at Angela. "May I help you, Ange?"
"You can help by telling me what the hell happened last night."
"I assume by the way you just stormed into my office that you already know what happened last night."
Angela takes a seat beside Brennan.
"Booth told you, didn't he?"
Angela smiles.
"I just talked to him twenty minutes ago and told him I was fine."
"He's worried about you and the baby, Bren, but do you blame him? I mean, you just got released from the hospital this morning. You were having contractions."
"I should have been released last night, but it's hospital policy to keep patients over night in cases like this, you know, just to be safe."
"I bet the doctor also recommended bed rest, right?"
Brennan just shrugs her off and moves on. "Are you angry that I didn't tell you myself? Because I was going to."
"Yeah, I'm a little angry that my best friend didn't tell me."
"I don't understand why. I wasn't angry with you when you were pregnant with Michael Vincent and didn't tell me you thought you were going into preterm labor. You told me nothing was wrong."
"If you were going to tell me, Sweetie, please tell me what happened now. Start from the beginning."
Brennan sets her granola bar and recorder on the coffee table and looks at Angela. "Okay." She pauses. "Around seven o'clock, I was experiencing some cramping. It isn't the first time, so I just figured it was just muscle aches and a quiet, relaxing bath would help. It did." She sighs. "Well, Booth came home around 10:30. He had a meeting. We were looking through Christine's photo album, reminiscing and talking about how much things have changed since we met, when I started having contractions. I tried to convince myself that they were Braxton Hicks contractions, but after a few minutes, I knew they were real. Booth took me to the hospital and two hours later, everything was fine."
"I bet Booth was freaking out."
Brennan nods. "He was. We both were. His anxiety was a little more visible, though."
"So everything is fine?"
Brennan places her hand on the side of her stomach and smiles at the strong kicks. "Yes."
"You should be at home."
Brennan rolls her eyes. "You sound like Booth."
"I'm serious, Bren."
"I'm fine. The baby's fine. I already agreed to stay in the lab instead of going out in the field. What more do you people want?" Brennan pauses. "Sitting on my couch is hardly strenuous or stressful activity, Ange. It's what I would be doing at home. I heard what the doctor said and I intend to listen to his recommendations."
"Good."
"Now, if you excuse me, I have some work to finish up before I meet Booth at the diner for lunch."
"Don't you wanna know how my night went?"
Brennan turns her head and laughs. "From your smile, I already know how it went."
Angela gives her best friend a hug and stands up. "I'm glad everything is okay."
"How're you feeling?"
"Huge." Angela laughs. "Let me know if you need me for anything, work or personal."
Brennan nods. "How's the naming process going for you and Hodgins?"
"Great. How's it going for you and Booth?"
"It's going, I suppose. We can't seem to agree on a name, though. Little Alien is going to be on his birth certificate at this point."
Angela smiles. "Oh, Sweetie, I'm sure you and Booth will agree on something." She pauses. "Have a nice lunch with your man, Bren." She laughs and leaves her best friend's office.
Brennan reaches for her recorder and granola bar and hits play. She picks up her phone when she hears it ring and reads the message. She rolls her eyes, but smiles, sending Booth a text back saying that he can pick her up, but she's capable of driving herself to the diner.
Brennan walks in the front door later in the afternoon and heads right into the living room, hearing the wonderful sound of child laughter. She raises an eyebrow and turns her head, looking at the TV. "What's this?"
Christine giggles and looks at Parker. "Parky, your face is covered in frosting."
Brennan steps farther into the room. "Hello?"
Christine turns her head and smiles. "Mommy!" She jumps off the couch and wraps her arms around her mother. "Mommy, we're watching baby Parky. Look how tiny he was. He was like a doll. I was never that small, was I?"
Brennan nods. "You were even smaller, Honey." She walks over to the couch and sits down. "What's with the home movies, Booth?"
Booth looks at her and smiles. "Looking at the photo album last night got me thinking about all the home movies we have and then I remembered the box of home movies we got from Rebecca's place. I haven't seen some of these yet." He pauses. "How was the rest of your day?"
"Uneventful."
"You really should rest, Bones."
"I spent a combined total of two hours in bone storage and on the forensics platform. The rest of my day was either spent on my couch or at my desk. I even took a nap for ninety minutes after you dropped me off at the lab."
Booth smiles. "Good. I thought you looked well-rested."
"I'm far from well-rested, but thank you." Brennan pauses. "That was a compliment, wasn't it?"
Booth nods. "Yeah, Bones, it was." He holds up a bowl. "Popcorn?"
Brennan shakes her head. "No, thank you."
Christine climbs up onto the couch and places her hand on her mother's stomach. "Little Alien is kicking, mommy."
Brennan nods. "Yes, he is. He's awake now." She turns her focus to the TV and smiles.
Christine laughs and points to the screen. "It's Parky's butt!"
Parker covers his face with his hand and shrinks down in his chair. "Dad, this is so embarrassing."
Brennan smiles. "You were a very adorable toddler, Parker."
Parker rolls his eyes and looks at Christine. "I saw plenty of your butt too, Teeny."
"I have a cute butt," Christine says with a smile.
"It wasn't so cute when you'd run around the house with your diaper on your head."
"I didn't do that, Parky. You're making that up."
Booth pauses the video and laughs. "It's true, princess."
"No, it's not, daddy. You're full of soggy bologna." Christine looks at Brennan. "It's not true, right, mommy? You tell them it's not true."
Brennan kisses the top of her daughter's head. "I'm afraid, it's true, Sweetheart. At twenty months, you seemed to have an aversion to wearing your diaper. Thankfully, you grew out of that stage in about three weeks."
"Told ya, sis."
Christine sticks out her tongue. "You're a weenie."
"Alright, that's enough—both of you," Booth scolds. "Hey, so what do you guys want for dinner?"
"Grilled cheese," Parker offers.
"No, I want mac-n-cheese."
Booth looks at Brennan. "I'm good with either, so you're the deciding vote. What does our little guy want for dinner?"
"The fetus can't taste, Booth. He doesn't actually eat what I eat. He simply gets the nutrients from whatever I consume." Brennan pauses. "Oh, you were joking." She laughs. "Well, I can make the mac-n-cheese, and you can make the grilled cheese. We just need some protein and a vegetable. How about broccoli?"
"Mommy, I don't like brocli."
"You've never tried it, so how do you know you don't like it?"
"It smells funny."
"Well, you can try it and if you still don't like it after that, then I won't make you eat it." Brennan stands up and looks at Christine. "Do you want to help me make the mac-n-cheese?"
Christine nods, slips off the couch, and then skips into the kitchen.
Booth gets up and looks at Parker. "C'mon, bub. You're gonna learn the secret to making the best grilled cheese ever."
Parker groans.
"Either that or we can stay in here and watch old home movies. Your choice."
Parker rolls his eyes and gets off the chair. He steadies himself and takes a few steps forward.
"Do you want your cane?"
Parker shakes his head. "No." He walks into the kitchen, albeit slowly, and leans against the island counter to rest for a minute.
Booth switches off the TV and follows the rest of his family.