88. Treatment
Brennan sighed contently, a hand tentatively resting on Henry's head, the newborn nestled into her chest, his hand planted on her breast as if to hold her in place.
Two days after giving birth, filled with postoperative treatment and several blood transfusions, two nights of her and Booth curled closely together on the uncomfortable hospital bed, drifting in and out of sleep as they watched their newborn son, and finally they were home.
Her doctor had delivered the news at just after two, they'd been home by four, and had spent the rest of the day with all three of their children. Pizza had been ordered, bedtime extended until Christine had curled herself against her father, the four year old drowsy with sleep. The family had finally scattered, Parker and Christine pressing kisses to Brennan and Henry's cheeks before following their father down the hallway to their rooms.
She adjusted Henry, shifting him from one arm to the other as she listened to Booth move around their house, closing windows and locking doors before he finally appeared in their bedroom doorway, an exhausted smile gracing his features as he watched her nurse their son.
She watched him go through his nightly routine, happily taking Henry from her arms when she'd gone to burp him. She nestled into the covers, half asleep when he settled Henry in the bassinet at her bedside before finally curling up beside her. A sleepy murmur led to several lazy kisses, a declaration of love that was immediately returned before she was asleep in his arms.