The next day, Brennan's sitting up in bed, reading a magazine, cutting glances at her peacefully sleeping newborn son, who is in the bassinet close to the right side of the bed. She looks up when there's a faint knock on the doorframe and smiles as her best friends walks in. "Good morning, Angela. It's early. Is everything okay?"

Angela smiles back. "Morning, Sweetie, and yes, everything is fine. I just really wanted to see my sister and my nephew." She quietly walks past the bassinet and sits down in the chair pushed up against Brennan's hospital bed. She looks over her shoulder at her nephew with teary eyes. "He is so adorable."

"I know. I, I can't stop staring at him."

Angela laughs and reluctantly pulls her eyes away from the baby. "How was your night?"

"Surprisingly wonderful." Brennan pauses. "Henry woke up around one and again at four. I fed him, Booth changed him, and then we went back to sleep. We repeated that an hour and fifteen minutes ago at seven."

"Speaking of Booth, where is he now?"

"I believe he's in the cafeteria with Parker and Christine. That is, at least, where he said he was headed ten minutes ago."

Angela notices the necklace around her best friend's neck. "Did Booth get you that?"

Brennan looks confused for a second and then realizes what Angela's referring to. She picks the charm up between her thumb and index finger and smiles at it. "Yes."

"It's beautiful."

"I agree, though he's foolish for buying me such a lavish gift."

"It's tradition. The father is supposed to buy the mother a gift after she gives birth."

"While I can understand the significance of the tradition, he didn't have to buy me such an expensive gift. Flowers would have made his point just as clearly as this necklace."

"He's telling you that you're worth more than flowers. Just let him spoil you, Honey. You deserve it."

Brennan nods, unable to hide the smile on her face.

"So how are you, Sweetie?"

"I'm, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Good and bad? I'm not sure." Brennan pauses. "My life is completely different than anything I could have imagined or expected. I'm married, I'm loved and have someone to love, I have two biological children, and a stepson who is as much my son as Henry is, I have best friends and colleagues who actually care, I have my dad and brother back in my life, and nieces and nephews, on top of my career. It's all just very overwhelming sometimes."

"All I'm hearing are good things, Bren."

"I just never expected any of this."

"Well, Sweetie, that's half the fun." Angela laughs and grabs her best friend's hand. "And you deserve every single thing that you just mentioned. It took awhile, but letting people in was the best decision you ever made."

Brennan smiles.

Angela waits about a second before changing the subject. "Okay, so about your wedding…" She trails off, giving her best friend a hopeful smile.

"What about my wedding?"

"So you're still going to have a wedding?"

"If you recall, I already had a wedding, Ange. If I didn't, Booth and I wouldn't be married right now."

Angela rolls her eyes. "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, Sweetie."

Brennan shifts. "What about my ceremony?"

"Have you thought any more about it?"

Brennan nods. "Yes."

"Well?"

"I dreamed about it."

"Oh, you mean you literally had a dream about it?"

Brennan smiles. "Yes. It was late June and there was a gentle, cool breeze. Booth and I were at the beach, standing under a canopy. I was dressed in a white summer dress and he was wearing a loose-fitting white dress shirt and tan slacks. Everyone was there. Christine and Parker were sitting in the front row with Henry sitting on his big brother's lap. I was carrying a bouquet of white daffodils and more daffodils were scattered across the sand like a path. It was mid-to-late evening and the sun was just beginning to set. We recited original vows and Booth kissed me before he was given permission to do so." She laughs.

Angela smiles at her friend. "That sounds beautiful." She pauses. "Have you told Booth yet?"

Brennan shakes her head. "No. This ceremony is for him, Ange, and I'm positive he wants a more traditional ceremony."

"Honey, you and Booth don't do anything traditionally. Besides, if we were going by tradition, he would want you to plan the wedding." Angela pauses. "If you're worried about that, why don't you swap out your summer dress for a more traditional wedding gown? He already married the woman of his dreams. This ceremony is simply icing on the cake, Sweetie."

Brennan shrugs.

"Dress shopping is gonna be so much fun, Bren."

Brennan just rolls her eyes.

"Oh, you know you're excited. You literally just told me your dream wedding." Angela laughs.

"How are you?" Brennan asks, wanting to stop talking about the wedding.

"I'm great."

"That was sarcasm, correct?"

Angela nods. "Yeah, Sweetie. I'm ready to not be pregnant anymore and I'm ready to meet my son." She turns her head and smiles at her nephew. "He is such a cutie, Bren."

"I'm going to buy you a thesaurus for Christmas."

Angela laughs. "That was a good one."

"I was not being humorous, Ange."

Angela looks back at her best friend and just gives her an amused smile.

Booth walks in with Parker on his left and a very giggly and squirmy six year-old tucked under his arm. He sets his daughter down and squats down in front of her, pressing a finger to his lips. "You gotta be real quiet now, Princess."

Christine imitates him. "Is Little Alien sleeping again?"

Booth nods, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Yeah. Babies sleep a lot."

"I'll be real quiet, daddy," Christine whispers, and tiptoes over to the bed. "Hi, mommy."

Brennan smiles at her daughter. "Hi, Honey. Did you have a nice breakfast with your daddy?"

Christine shakes her head and squishes up her face. "Hopsital food is yucky."

"I thought the muffin I had last night was quite delicious, actually."

Booth laughs. "Uh, Bones, that came from the bakery down the street."

"Oh."

Christine giggles. "Silly, mommy."

"What did you eat for breakfast, Sweetheart?"

"Soggy waffles."

"That sounds," Brennan's voice dips, "appetizing."

"I'm gonna take them to McDonalds or something. Do you want anything?"

Brennan shakes her head. "I'm fine, Booth, but thank you."

"I'll be back later." He walks over to her and gives her a soft peck on the lips. "Love you."

"I love you too." Brennan smiles.

He tilts his head, his lips hovering above her ear. "A beach wedding sounds perfect, Bones, and yeah, I agree with Ange, go for the traditional wedding dress."

Brennan looks up at him and blinks. "You were eavesdropping again."

He tweaks an eyebrow up. "Maybe."

"That is rude."

He just shrugs and kisses her again, this kiss a little deeper.

"Are you just trying to make me forget that you were listening in on my private conversation?

He nods. "Yeah." He kisses her again, laughing against her lips. He pulls back and walks over to the door. He tickles Henry's cheek and coos softly to him on his way over to where Christine and Parker are standing. "I'll be back." He looks at Angela. "Keep an eye on them for me, Ange."

"Booth, I can 'keep an eye' on both Henry and myself."

"Angela."

Angela laughs. "I got it, Studly."

"Thanks." Booth gives his partner one last smile before leaving the room again.

"I don't need a babysitter. I am the babysitter."

"He just wants someone to keep you company because as cute as your little chipmunk is, he's not a very good conversationalist."

"You can go back to the lab, Ange. I should be sleeping right now."

Angela grabs the remote and flips on the TV. She lowers the volume significantly and turns her chair towards the television set suspended in the corner. She leans back and looks at her best friend. "You can sleep, but I'm not going back to the lab."

Brennan rolls onto her side, facing away from her best friend, and slips her arm under her pillow, propping her head up slightly. She lets out a breath as she closes her eyes and shifts more on the mattress. "If he starts to fuss and I don't wake up or if I'm not up by ten, wake me up, please."

Angela nods. "I'll wake you up."

"Thank you." Brennan's voice fades out as she settles into a semi-sleep state. Within the next five minutes, she's out cold.

Angela turns her focus to the TV and flips through the channels, trying to find something entertaining to watch while her best friend and newborn nephew sleep on either side of her.