"Hello, Booth." Brennan said, sitting down infront of her husband.
"Hey, Bones, how is Christine?"
"She's fine. She went to the park with Sweets the other day, they had alot of fun." Brennan said, smiling. "She misses you."
"Right... Sweets took her to the park." Booth said, sucking his teeth slightly.
"Why do you say it like that? Sweets told me that you were very tense with him when he visited you. Are you upset with him?" She blinked at him.
"Yes... no... kinda, I'm just annoyed, alright? He gets to be there for you guys and he gets to play with my daughter, while I'm stuck here."
"It sounds like you are jealious of Sweets."
"No, thats not it." Booth dismissed stubbornly. "And you know what else, he wasn't telling me something. I could tell he wanted to tell me something. I mean, he is still in the FBI, what if he was gotten involved in the conspiracy somehow? Maybe he-"
"No, Booth, stop! That is not it! He isn't in the conspiracy! It's not that." Brennan asserted.
"Then what is it?" Booth asked and Brennan bit her lip and looked to the ground.
"I can't say... But he isn't involved in anything bad, Booth. You shouldn't be jealious of him, Booth, he is trying to help and Christine needs a strong male figure in her life intill you get out of jail. He is there for her, and me, he says he just doing what you would do for him. You should be thankful that you have a friend who is good enough to take time from thier life for your family."
"I... guess you have a piont."
"I always do."
##################################################################################
"Hey, Sweets!" Sweets heard Angela's voice peep through door. He sighed as she barged into his office. They never knocked. Why didn't they ever knock?
"Hello, Angela." He smiled at her at she walked up to his desk. "What's in the bag?" He asked, pionting to the bag that she had strung over her shoulder.
"I was at the store today and I couldn't resist." Angela said with a mini-squeal, reaching into the bag and pulling out three little onsies and handing them over to Sweets.
He looked down at the onsies with wide eyes. The first one was blue and had 'My Daddy is a Genius' written on it in big letters. The second was yellow and said 'Aunty's favorite' on it. The third was a darker shade of blue and little, yellow duckies all over it. He blinked at the baby clothes before looking back up to Angela.
"Wow, these are... they are, uh..."
"I know I'm a little crazy getting these before the baby is even born, but I'm just so excited!" Angela gushed, clasping her hands infront of herself.
"They are great." Sweets smiled, folding the items up and sitting them on his desk.
"They are, aren't they?" She grinned. "I thought you would like them."
"You didn't have to get me them, though."
"I told you, I couldn't help it! I'm just so excited for the baby to arrive."
"We are only halfway through the pregnancy, Angela, don't you think you're being a little over excited?" Sweets chuckled at his energetic friend.
"No. This is YOUR baby, Sweets! This whole thing is awesome. I'm still in shock over it, Baby Duck is having a duckling of his own! It's so... so..."
"Exciting?" Sweets smiled cleverly.
"Shut up." Angela glared at the shrink.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. You tell Daisy that I say hi, okay? I gotta get back home. You should do the same." Angela said, putting her hands on her hips.
"I would but I have to finish up these profiles, I put them off this afternoon to go visit Christine in daycare." Sweets said, tapping the small stack of folders on his desk. She nodded and walking off.
##################################################################################
Sweets yawned tiredly as he finished out the final notes of the song he was playing on the paino.
"That was beautiful, baby." Daisy smiled, kissing his cheek.
"Bedtime." Sweets said, standing up. She stood up, taking his hand as they made their way to the bedroom.
Sweets flopped onto the bed with a small groan-like sound. He was tired, he really was. With Booth in prison for the last nearly two months, he was being passed around the FBI like an abused cleaning rag. Plus he would do things with Christine and Daisy and it was all just starting to tire him out. He crawled under the covers and felt Daisy get into bed with him. He kissed her softly and closed his eyes. After a second he felt her kissing him on the lips and then his jaw before tracing kisses down his neck. Soon he felt a naghty hand reach into his pajama pants to grab a rather naughty organ.
"Daisy, not now." Sweets groaned and batted her hand away before rolling over and closing his eyes again. He really wanted to sleep.
"Come on, Lance." He heard her whisper into his ear before nibbling on it as she rapped an arm around him and reached up his shirt. "I'm really horny, baby, please?" Sweets groaned internally, he could normally handle the hormones but right now he really needed sleep and he really wasn't in the mood.
"Not now." He repeated, shaking her off. Sweets could feel her pouting at the back of his head.
"Please-" She slid a hand onto his biscep, which he shook off immediately.
"Daisy, I said no! I'm not in the mood!" Sweets snapped, sounding much more harsh then he meant to.
"Okay..." Daisy murmured, but Sweets could hear some hurt in her voice. He would deal with it in the morning, he decided, for now he would sleep.
##################################################################################
Sweets stretched out as he woke up, reaching an arm out to put around Daisy but finding she wasn't there. He blinked over at the empty side of the bed before shaking it off and getting up out of bed. He yawned and cracked his back before heading into the kitchen. There stood Daisy, making herself a bagel.
"Morning, Miss Daisy." He smiled, walking up and starting to put his arms around her from behind before she suddenly walked away.
"Morning, Lance." She said, not looking at him.
"Uh... Lazy Sunday, right?" Sweets said, brushing off her strange behaviour. "We could watch a romantic comedy-"
"Sorry, Lance, I have something today that I can't miss. You will have to spend Lazy Sunday by yourself." She said, handing him the bagel. She looked at him, but there was something strange in her eyes.
"Um... Okay." He said, sitting the bagel aside. He smiled at her and stepped forward, rapping his arms around her. "Well if you have to go, maybe we can hop in the shower together and-"
"Sorry, baby, I'm not in the mood." She said, escaping his arms and walking off. He blinked in her direction as she walked off before she shut the bedroom door behind her. He blinked agian.
What had just happened?
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
BOOP. NEW CHAPTER. BEHOLD!
REVIEW, MY DUCKIES! PRETTY PLEASE! :D