A couple weeks passed after Brennan asked Booth to marry her and life settled into a distinct pattern of familiarity that Brennan loved. She would wake up every morning and nurse Emily in the dim light of the sunrise, feeling her daughter's warm skin against hers. Her daughter was growing every day it seemed, but she still fit perfectly in her arms. Even though it didn't make sense in any scientific, it felt as though she was growing herself to accommodate the little girl. But Brennan loved it because it provided closeness between Emily and herself. It was their own mommy/daughter time while Booth slept in a little longer and Brennan would have it no other way. In the quiet of their home, she found moments of peace where she admired the child in her arms and could see Booth in their daughter. She had his nose and beautiful smile that she loved. Her eyes were still pristine blue, but Brennan knew that newborns all had blue eyes for the first couple of months and Emily's could very well change to brown like her father.

One such morning, Brennan sat in their bed, rocking Emily as she nursed. Booth lay asleep next to them, which was normal since it wasn't yet six. Soon enough, he would be awake and they would shower before getting ready for work. Emily was now just over three-months-old, so Brennan had gone back to work full force, but Emily was right there with her at the office. Being a working mother wasn't easy, but with Booth's help and a lot of patience from everyone, she was doing it just fine. Angela also brought little Bren up to work as well, just as she'd done since she was a newborn. Having two little girls to keep an eye on certainly made things interesting, especially since Bren was a crawler and liked to get into everything. However, it made the atmosphere of dealing with death everyday at work a lot lighter. Seeing her baby so lively and happy made Brennan remember why she did what she did. To give the victims' loved ones peace about what happened. It was a soft appeal for someone like Temperance Brennan, who had been all about the science until she met Booth, but the reasoning made sense. To give someone closure about a death was common in a lot of societies, even ones that she'd studied in third world countries. The work she and Booth did gave them that closure.

She hummed softly as Emily nursed, content with the world and how it's silence was like music to her ears in that moment. Booth stirred next to her, rolling over and opening his eyes to them.

"Good morning," he said, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"Morning," she replied softly, leaning over to kiss his forehead. In the past year and months since she and Booth started dating, Brennan had let herself relax more and become more intimate with him. Not just in the physical act of making love, but also in the little things like kissing and touching one another, like when he brushed her cheek after she had been upset with him. Those were things that she had never experienced before Booth and kept herself closed off to because she didn't see the point or meaning in them. But now she did.

"How are my two favorite girls this morning?" he asked, sitting up and kissing Emily's head as she ate. It never ceased to amaze her how gentle and sweet he was with their daughter. A man as big as Booth was and that had seen as many horrible things as he'd did over his time in the military and in the FBI shouldn't logically be this gentle, but he was and that is what set him apart from every other male. While he was the alpha-male, he was her alpha male, providing and protecting for them in his own ways.

"We're both doing very well," she replied, smiling at him. He leaned in and kissed her lips once, smiling back at her in his goofy half-grin that she loved so much. Over the time they had been together as partners and lived together as significant others, Brennan had picked out her favorite things about Booth. She loved the way he smelled after taking a shower, the way he smiled when he was happy about something, when he would cook for her, how he would valiantly take baby duty so she could have a few more hours of sleep, how he felt perfectly against her as he held her in his arms while they slept, and the list went on and on in her significantly over-indulgent mind. She loved him. Every part of him, even down to his flaws.

"She is getting so big," he said, nodding to their daughter in her arms. Emily was sucking away, holding her hand against Brennan's chest. It was one of the sweeter moments in the Brennan-Booth household that they enjoyed. Quiet was never something that was often around the house with a newborn, so they took what they could.

Brennan nodded and smiled. "The pediatrician says she is right on target for growth," she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "But it does seem like she's growing so much lately. I don't want her to grow up too fast..."

"It happens that way," he said, laughing softly. "I thought Parker was growing too fast and now he's eleven. It hardly seems real sometimes that he was once as small as Emily, but then I see the pictures of him and know he was."

"Parker has grown up into a wonderful young man, just like his father," Brennan added, smiling at him. When Emily was done, she let Booth take her from her arms to burp her before changing her diaper. Brennan got up from their bed and walked into the closet to choose something to wear for work. She still had not lost all of the baby weight she'd gained during pregnancy, but she was confident that with exercise and eating a good diet, she would be down to her pre-pregnancy size within the next couple of months.

When Booth was done, he laid Emily in her bouncer while he dressed for the day too. They had their routine down to an art now and Brennan was happy with how their mornings started off. Once they were both dressed, she moved to the kitchen with Emily, who was also dressed for the day too before making herself and Booth something to eat, including his usual black coffee. Since she was still breastfeeding, caffeine was nixed for the time being, so she found some juice in the fridge to put in a glass. They ate breakfast and chatted about some of the case loads they were about to take on, including some new remains from India that would be arriving at the Jeffersonian within the week for Brennan to look at and identify what time period they came from. As they talked, both of their phones went off.

"Booth."

"Brennan."

On either end of their phones were their bosses, informing them that their priorities for the time being were now being shifted for work. There was a body found in a sewer on the outskirts of DC that needed to be identified and determined whether or not it was a murder or freak accident. After jumbling around the schedule for the day, they immediately made their way to the Jeffersonian to drop off Emily with Angela and Bren so they could go out to the scene. Brennan was finally to the point where she was comfortable leaving their child for more than just a couple minutes with someone else she trusted, like Angela. After leaving the Jeffersonian, she and Booth made it out to the scene in about twenty minutes, parking on the outskirts of town near the sewage system. Booth was immediately disgusted by the smell, but it didn't phase Brennan as she went to meet Cam. But, despite being an impartial scientist in the past, Brennan wasn't prepared for what she would see.

A/N: I am SO sorry I haven't updated this in forever! School swamped me, but we're nearing the end of my semester! Thank you to all the sweet reviews so far and please keep them coming!