44. Jobless
"It's weird, Bones."
"I know."
"I kind of like it."
The previous week, their first week after leaving their respective jobs, had been somewhat of a novelty. They'd taken Christine to school everyday, picked her up once it was over and spent time together in-between.
That Monday, however, Max had taken Christine to school after she'd stayed at his house the previous night, encouraging the couple to go on a date, which they had, just so he could spend time with his granddaughter. It was approaching lunch time and the two were still in bed, an abandoned breakfast tray that had once carried two mugs of decaf coffee, a plate piled high with pancakes and a bowl of strawberries, lay on the floor beside the bed. He lay behind her, spooning her against his chest, in front of her on the bed was a notepad, pen, and a book of baby names, the list so far empty and the book closed after they'd given up an hour earlier.
"I love you, Bones."
Slightly shocked at his sudden declaration of love, she turned in his arms as best as she could, smiling softly.
"I know. I love you, too, Booth."
They fell back into silence, both smiling each time the baby kicked against their hands, sharing soft kisses before she pulled away, reaching for the notepad and pen.
"Whatcha writing, Bones?"
"Henry, if it's a boy. Henry Booth."
"Henry Max Booth."
She looked up, smiling widely at him before jotting down the name, dropping the items back on the bed before she fell back against him, lips claiming his.