"SWINGS! Come on, Uncle Sweets! Let's go on the swiiinngggsss!" Christine whined, pulling on Sweets hand while Daisy giggled at the pair. They had brought Christine to a playground today. She was dragging Sweets all around the playset and Daisy had a frontrow seat.

"Okay, okay. Just a second!" Sweets gasped, trying to keep up with the child pulling on his arm.

"Come on!" She squealed, sitting in the swing and swinging her feet rapidly but managing to lift off. "Push me! High, like Daddy does!" Christine said, gripping the chains as Sweets stumbled behind the swing.

"Okay." Sweets said, giving her a little push. "Like that?"

"Noooo, higher!" She said, pouting at him.

"Like this?" Sweets laughed, pushing her a little higher.

"Higgghheerrrrr!"

"Like THIS?" Sweets asked, pushing her even higher now.

"Weeeeeeee!" Christine giggled as she flew up in the swing as Sweets continued to push her.

Daisy smiled from the bench she was sitting on and put a hand on her small baby bump. She loved watching her Lance play with Christine. She knew he was going to be wonderful with the baby. She could imagine them here in four years, playing with their little boy. She could hear him giggling as he went down the slide and into his daddy's arms and Sweets would hug him and let him go to get on the slide again. They would play for hours intill lunch and they would have a picnic before getting ice cream from the little stand outside the park. She could see it all so clearly.

"Daisy!" Christine's high voice broke her from her thoughts. The little girl was poking her shoulder. "Come on, Daisy, Uncle Sweets says it's time to go home!"

"Right." Daisy smiled, standing up, hand still on her belly.

"You okay?" Sweets asked, taking Daisy's hand as they started out of the little play area.

"I'm fine, just thinking." Daisy gave him a sweet smile.

"Okay." He chuckled.

"Can we get ice cream?" Christine asked, looking to her Uncle Sweets with big eyes.

"I don't think you're mom would like that, Christine." Sweets sucked his teeth.

"Pleeaasseeee?" She begged, breaking out the puppy dog eyes.

"Sorry, maybe next time, okay?"

"No fair!" She stomped a foot and pouted vemently.

"Come on, let's get you home. You're mom is going to miss you." Sweets laughed and Daisy found herself getting lost in thoughts of parenthood again.

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"Which one?" Brennan asked, holding up two pictures of houses to Sweets.

"Wow, those are- uh- really nice houses, Brennan, are you sure Booth would be okay with you buying something that... lavish?" Sweets gasped, eyes wide, almost choking on his tea.

"They aren't that expensive, and I plan on using some of Booth's money, don't worry about that. Which one do you think Booth would like the most?" Brennan said, holding the photo's again.

"Second one. Nice design, plenty of room, and it's got a nice yard, which is a big bonus for Booth." Sweets said, pionting at the second one and biting into a muffin.

"Not this one?" She asked, shaking the first one.

"Nah, that's to fancy for Booth." Sweets waved a hand.

"You have a piont... number two it is." Brennan smiled, sitting the pictures down. "I can have it by the end of the week."

"That's great, no offense but this apartment isn't really you're style and it's getting more cramped each time I come here." Sweets laughed, shaking his head.

"Thank you again for coming over, Sweets, I really needed help choosing between these houses." Brennan said, gesturing to the twenty odd photos on the table.

"Just trying to help." Sweets waved a dismissive hand. "Plus, you needed an expert on Booth. "It may have tooken a hour and nearly a gallon of tea but we figured it out. "

"Yes, we did." She smiled, organizing the photo's neatly.

"And remember, I'm here for you if you need help with the move." Sweets smiled, sitting his tea down.

"Yes, I will need someone to help me with some of the heavier lifting that Booth would normally do." Brennan said, frowning as she mentioned Booth. Sweets sat a hand on her shoulder and gave her a small smile, which had become their own little signal for 'it's going to be okay' over the last few weeks. She patted the hand on her shoulder and smiled.

"Mommy? Uncle Sweets?" Christine's sleepy voice rang out through the livingroom.

"Hello, sweetie, what are you doing up?" Brennan asked as her daughter climbed up onto the couch and squeezed herself between the two.

"I had a bad dream. I'm scaried." She whispered, curling into her mother's shirt as she gripped it tightly. Sweets and Brennan exchanged looks of concern.

"It's okay, Christine, we are all scaried." She whispered to her daughter, holding her closely. Sweets placed a soft hand on Christine's back.

"Even Uncle Sweets?" She asked, looking to the man in question.

"Even me." Sweets nodded. "You're daddy is my best friend in the whole world and I might never see him again, it's really scary but it's going to be okay, right? Because Mommy, Uncle Jack, Aunt Angela, we are all working to get him out and we will."

"Right." Christine nodded, digging into her mother's shirt.

"And what is your job?"

"To draw pretty pictures for when Daddy gets home." Christine sniffled, whipping her nose.

"Right, so if you can't sleep, just go and draw him some pictures, okay?" Sweets smiled and she nodded back.

"Okay." She said, climbing off the couch and trotting away.

"I really can't thank you enough for what you have been doing for Christine." Brennan gave him a thankful, sad smile.

"It's no biggy." Sweets tried to shrug it off.

"It is." She said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Well... I better get going. Daisy is waiting." Sweets said, standing.

"Good bye, I'll call you when I buy the house."

"You do that."

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"Daisy, you have to get up." Sweets laughed, poking his girlfriend, who was sleeping in.

"Noooo..." She whined, pulling the blankets closer around her.

"Daisy, you have work today." Sweets shook her shoulder.

"No. I'm just going to lay here all day. Like a beached whale." She grunted, burrying her face in the pillow.

"Daisy, you aren't even that big yet." Sweets chuckled, laying down infront of her.

"I've put on like twenty pounds!" Daisy groaned into the pillow.

"One, you are seventeen weeks pregnant, and two, you have put on fifteen tops." Sweets said, brushing some hair from her face.

"You are just saying that."

"No." Sweets said, kissing her head softly. "You have to work. And get dressed." Sweets laughed.

"Do I really?"

"Well, unless you want to go to work in you're underwear..." It was then that Sweets was smacked with a pillow.

"Shut up!"

"Okay, okay, I admit that wasn't my best joke." Sweets said, giving her a hug. "But you gotta get up."

"Will you make waffles?" Daisy asked, peeking at him through her bed hair at him.

"Yes." He smiled, poking her nose.

"With berries on them?"

"Yes."

"Okay..." Daisy said, sitting up, her hair all befuddled and her eyes tired. "Why is growing a baby so hard? He kept kicking me all night."

"Maybe he's going to be a soccer player." Sweets laughed, getting up out of bed.

"Maybe." Daisy groaned, putting a hand on her stomach as the baby started to move again. "Again? When does he sleep?"

"I don't know." Sweets laughed, walking over to the door. "Get dressed! Waffles will be ready in a few minutes!

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I jammed a bunch of Christine cuteness in here and and ended with some fluffy Swaisy. Success?

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