86. Puncture
Brennan turned in the passenger seat, peering out the open window to where her partner was leaning against the side of the SUV when he groaned in frustration.
"Puncture?"
"Second this week, and I haven't had the chance to get a new spare yet so we're going to have to wait for help." He groaned again, punching numbers into his phone, "I hate this case."
She turned towards him when he climbed back into the drivers seat after ending the call, reclining in his seat, eyes closed.
"Someone should be here within an hour." He explained, "We're not going to be back in time to pick up Christine."
"I know, I texted Angela, she's going to pick her up with Michael Vincent."
"I hate this." He sighed, "I hate that we barely spend anytime with our daughter, Bones, and now we're having another baby—" He paused, resting his hands on her bump, smiling softly when a strong kick was delivered against his palm.
"It's part of our jobs, Booth."
"I know, Bones, and I love our jobs, I love what we do, bringing justice to people and families, but it's getting in the way of our family, and nothing is more important to me than you and our children. Every time we get called for a case I watch our little girl's face drop because we have to leave her; it breaks me, Bones, every damn time."
"Our jobs aren't our top priority anymore, they haven't been for a long time, but what would we do if we left?"
"I love our jobs."
"So do I, but not more than I love you, and Parker, and Christine, and this baby, Booth."
"Something has to change, Bones, I want to be able to be there for our children always, not just when we don't have a case."
"I agree, but what?"
"I don't know, but we'll figure it out."