66. Sick
Christine startled, shocked when her mother suddenly darted up from the table, rushing down the hall to the bedroom where she heard the bathroom door slam shut.
"Eat your breakfast, pumpkin, Daddy is going to see if Mommy is okay."
With that her father stood up, following her mother down the hall. Christine listened as they spoke quietly before pushing away her plate and standing up.
She peered around the doorway to the bathroom, watching her parents as they sat on the bathroom floor leaning against the bathtub, her father with an armed wrapped securely around her mother.
"Hey, baby, did you eat all your pancake?"
"Yep, and my fruit. Daddy, is Mommy sick?"
Patting the space on the floor beside him, a silent invitation, Christine smiled, curling into her father's side.
"You know how Mommy is growing your baby brother or sister in her tummy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, the baby makes Mommy sick sometimes, just like you did when she was growing you. It's nothing to worry your pretty little head about though, baby, just give Mommy a big cuddle and a kiss when she feels a little better, and after she's brushed her teeth!"
"Do you feel better now, Mommy?"
"I do, thank you, Christine."
"What'd you say, you go pick out a movie, princess, and we'll sit in Mommy and Daddy's bed and watch it?"
"'Kay."
Grinning, the three year old climbed up onto her parents bed as her father handed her the remote. By the time they were all settled in bed, Brennan curled into Booth's side with Christine nestled in their arms, she'd chosen a movie, smiling widely as it loaded.
Both adults groaned as their daughter smiled gleefully, clapping excitedly.
"No way, where's the remote?!"
"Christine, we're not watching Frozen again!"