You're Still the One

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Wish they were, then I could really make them have some fun!

A/N: So, I didn't plan to this but since you all asked so nicely, I started thinking and I discovered that I did have a bit more to say. I too wanted to see who Angela would react to the news; I just love her, don't you? But I wanted to go a somewhat different path from what you guys where expecting; it's still fluff, you know me, but just a different kind. I think it works, let me know what you think. But since I've been writing these one shots, I haven't had much time to work on Aliens. I haven't abondoned it, I'm still working on it. It's just that musie, for some reason, is liking these one shot songics. I'm sure she'll get tired of them soon enough, meanwhile, please bear with me while I accomodate her. I'm still working on Aliens, as I've said, and should have the second chapter out by this weekend at most. But I think I'll have another one shot out before then. And I'm thinking about adding one shots to bridge the four year gap between Starting Point and Breaking Point; my last one shot: Shelter, Sanctuary and Support did that and started me thinking maybe I could add a few more. Ok, as always I want to thank Puppet for her help betaing and Red for her feedback. Now, please, read, enjoy and review!!!

One more thing, the song at the end is called "Cancion de Cuna" by Carlos Ponce. He wrote it when he and his wife were expecting their first child. I thought it fit what Booth would be feeling to a T, even the religous references.


Chapter 2

"No, no, no," Brennan said, as she discarded one garment after another. "No, darn it. No, no," she kept saying, shaking her head and getting increasingly agitated and loud. "No, this won't work either. No, no, no! ARG!! Shoot!!!!"

"What? What?" Booth asked, as he hurried back into their bedroom from the kitchen. "What's wrong?" He asked again, as he came to stop at the sight that greeted him: Brennan standing in her underwear in front of her closet, with a myriad of pants, skirts and dresses around her feet and another skirt tight in her right hand while she scowled at the row of clothes in front of her.

"What's wrong is that nothing fits me," she told him, as she turned that scowl on him. She was flushed with the irritation she felt and he could swear she was seconds away from stomping her feet onto the floor. He had to bite his lip to keep the smirk he felt coming out from emerging. He knew that if he even smiled a little, she would let him have it. "Don't you even think about smiling!" she told him severely, proving once again that she had mind reading abilities where he was concerned. "It's your fault that none of my clothes fit!"

"I know, Bones," he said, manfully containing the smirk that still threatened to emerge and swallowing the automatic 'yes, dear' that rose to his lips at her tone.

"Don't patronize me, Booth," she told him sharply, as she turned back to study her closet. "What the heck am I supposed to wear now?" she demanded in as a close to a whine, as Dr. Brennan ever got.

"You know, Bones," he said slowly, feeling his way, not wanting to upset her any more than she already was. "It might be time for you to go maternity clothes shopping."

"You know I hate going shopping, Booth," she told him, as she re-hung the skirt she had been holding and began pushing and pulling through the clothes still hanging in her closet.

"I know," he repeated. "But you're going to have to sooner or later," he argued, very logically, he thought. "You can't keep going through this little dance every morning. Your regular clothes don't fit you anymore," he raised his hand at the frown she threw his way. "I'm sorry," he hastily apologized before swallowing hard and continuing. "But it's the truth; and look on the bright side," he added quickly before she could start berating him again. "You can go with Angela. I'm sure she's dying to get you out to the shops. Actually, I'm surprised she hasn't dragged you out yet."

"Yes, well," she said as she walked further into her closet.

"I thought that'd be the first thing she'd do after you told her you were pregnant," he continued thoughtfully. "In fact, I'm surprised she hasn't called to congratulate me yet. I thought I'd have gone deaf from the scream when . . ." he trailed off, as he finally saw her stiff back. "You have told Angela we're pregnant, haven't you?"

"Well," she began, as she turned to look at him. "I meant to but . . ."

"Bones!" he reprimanded, when she stopped speaking, and shifted her gaze. "You were supposed to tell her about the baby once the first trimester was over."

"I know," she said as she sighed and walked towards the bed. "I know," she repeated, as she flopped onto the bed and looked up at him. "And I meant to, really, more than a few times. But every time I tried, I just . . ." she shook her head and turned her gaze to the pants she was twisting in her hands.

"You just, what, Bones?" He asked, as he moved to sit next to her and gently took the pants from her. "What happened?

"I'm not sure," she finally admitted, as she turned to look at him. "I think . . . maybe I didn't want to tell her because then everyone would know and then . . . then, things would change. And I'm not sure I'm ready for them to change."

"Ah, Temperance," he said, as he took her hands and looked into her eyes. "I know this is hard on you. What with all the changes you're going through, but, Bones, you're pregnant. We're going to have a baby in a few months. Things are going to change – that's what happens when you have a baby. It's kinda late for you to change your mind now."

"I'm not changing my mind," she reassured him when she heard the note of vulnerability in his voice. "I want the baby; I love him or her already," she added, with a hint of awe in her voice, making him smile widely and squeeze her hands. "But I don't want the staff at the lab treating me differently. I just want to be treated as Dr. Temperance Brennan and not as a fragile pregnant woman. And I have a feeling that's exactly what's going to happen once everyone knows."

"Well," he said slowly. "I don't know that anyone can ever think of you as fragile. But, since you are a pregnant woman, chances are they are going to think of you as pregnant and might even change their attitudes towards you somewhat. But hey, look at it this way," he added with a smirk, "you can now yell at whoever you want, whenever you want, without needing a reason, and no one's going to say anything."

"Why would I yell at anyone if I didn't have a reason?" she wanted to know. "And even with a reason, I don't yell at people," she argued. "I, at most, forcibly stress my point, but there's no need to yell. Everyone at the Jeffersonian understands . . ."

"Ok, ok," he said, holding up his hand to stop the lecture. "Forget I said that. But the point still stands, Bones. You have to tell them; you won't be able to hide it for much longer anyway. Besides, while Angela will understand why you kept it from her during the first trimester, I doubt she'll be that understanding if you keep it from her for much longer - or worse yet, if she were to find out by accident or from someone else."

"She wouldn't like that," she told him, wide eyed.

"No, she'd probably be very hurt," he added.

"You're right," she said, after a few moments, with a decisive nod. "I'll tell her today; I'll take her to lunch and tell her."

"Good," he agreed and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. "I'm glad."

"She'll be happy," though it was said as a statement, he heard the question in her tone.

"Yes, she'll be very happy," he agreed with a grin. "And she'll drag you out shopping this weekend, I bet."

"Yes, I'm sure she will," she said, as if predicting her doom, and he laughed out loud, as he stood up, and pulled her to her feet too.

"Now, come on," he told her, as he clapped his hands. "Finish getting ready or we'll be late for work."

"Yes, ok," she said, looking at the clothes that littered the floor in front of the closet. "I guess I'll wear the same jeans I've been wearing," she added, with a sigh. "And maybe one of your shirts," she added, with a look that dared him to argue with her.

"Everything I have is yours," he said sincerely, knowing better than to even think anything different.

"It better be," she murmured, as she walked towards the closet. "After everything I'm going through to bring your child into the world, there better be nothing that's off limits to me," she continued to mumble, as she started to choose a shirt while he shook his head and grinned.

"Come out when you're ready," he told her, as he started to walk out of the bedroom. "Breakfast is almost ready."

"I'm not that hungry," she called back. "I'll just have a glass of juice and toast."

"Nope," he argued back cheerfully. "You need to eat better than that. I'm making scrambled eggs and they're almost done, so hurry up."

She shook her head, knowing it was useless to argue. He'd always been overprotective, but he'd gotten almost overwhelmingly so after they found out she was pregnant. And her only chance for a respite was if he turned his focus towards the baby once he/she was born. With a sigh, she apologized to her unborn child for wishing such a thing. And, really, if life with Parker had taught her anything, it was that Booth was quite capable of being overprotective of everyone in his life.

With a smirk, she finally chose one of his favorite Armani shirts. She knew it was petty, but given her circumstances that was the only form of revenge available to her. And like she said, it was his fault that she didn't fit into her own clothes anymore. It was only fair that he didn't get to wear his favorite clothes either.


A couple of hours later Booth was busy on the phone when out of the corner of his eye he saw movement by his office door. He turned his head and found Angela standing there. He waved her inside and said into the phone, "Yes, that's fine. Send it over as soon as you can. Yes. Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, he turned his attention back to Angela and saw that she hadn't really moved. "Come in and take a seat," he invited, noticing how tense the usually easy-going artist seemed. "Is something wrong, Angela? You look edgy."

"That's what I've come here to ask you, Booth," she said, confusing him even more.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Angela," Booth said, with a shake of his head and a smile that showed his genuine confusion. "You're going to have to be more specific than that. And please sit down," he added, since she still hadn't taken a seat. She was standing by the chairs, twisting the strap of her purse between her hands and shifting her weight from foot to foot. Except for the time Brennan and Hodgins had been taken by the gravedigger, he had never seen her so worked up and he was starting to worry.

With a sigh, she finally sat down. She looked straight into his eyes, from across his desk, and after taking a deep breath, she finally asked, "Booth, if there was something wrong you would tell me, right? Even if Bren didn't want to tell me, if you thought I needed to know, you would let me know, right?" She asked anxiously, and Booth began to get a nasty feeling that he knew where this was going.

"Angela," he said, as he played with his pen. "I don't know what you want me to say. That's such a general statement, I can't . . ."

"Booth, please," Angela interrupted him. "Don't; don't play semantics with me. You know what I mean."

"I," he had begun, but when he saw how genuinely worried she was, he sighed and answered, "Yes, I knew what you meant. And if there was something you needed to know, I'd tell you."

"Even if Brennan didn't want to tell me?" she pressed.

"Even if Bones didn't want to tell you," he agreed.

"Ok, good," she said, sighing deeply and seeming to relax a bit into the chair. "Now, could you please tell me what is going on?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, trying to play dumb, even as he thought, darn it, Bones, I told you, you needed to talk to Angela.

"Don't play dumb with me, Booth," Angela said, proving that Bones was not the only one that knew him well enough to almost read his mind. "I know you're smarter than that. I want to know what's going on with Brennan. Are you two fighting or something?"

"Are we . . .?" he started to ask, surprised once again. "No," he said, shaking his head in emphasis. "No, we're not fighting. We're fine."

"Then what is it?" she asked again. "What is going on?" she asked again.

"What makes you think something is wrong?" he asked, instead of answering, trying to buy some time.

Angela thought about telling him not to play with her, but one look into his eyes had her sighing and answering honestly. "There's just something . . . off about how she's been acting lately," she finally said. "First there was the whole thing with your promotion."

"My promotion?" he asked, "what was wrong with my promotion?"

"There was nothing wrong with it," she told him. "But there was something odd about her reaction."

"Odd?" he asked, feeling somewhat insulted. "What was odd about it? She was happy and proud of me."

"Exactly," she said, and then hastened to add, as she saw his face. "Not that there's anything wrong with her being happy for you or proud of you but, come on, Booth! She not only accepted your promotion without protest but she also voluntarily gave up field work."

"She just doesn't want to work out in the field with anyone else," he said, repeating the explanation they'd given time and again since Brennan announced her decision.

"Booth," she said, in an overly patient voice. "This is me you're talking to. I know Brennan and I know how much she enjoys her field work. Yes, sure, you guys might like it better when it's you she's going out with, but she's quite capable of working with other agents. She's done it before. And she knows and gets along fairly well with Agent Andrews," she said, naming Booth's replacement as the FBI liaison to the Jeffersonian. "I know that there has to be more than that for her to give up field work without a fight," she told him firmly.

"Angela," he began, with no idea what he was going to tell her.

"But it's more than that," she continued, ignoring his attempt to talk. Now that she's started talking about what had been bothering her, she found it hard to stop. "It's also how she's been acting in general. She . . ." she shook her head and then said, "It's almost as if she were sick, Booth."

"She's rarely at work before 9 and is usually gone by 6," she said this almost as if she was accusing Brennan of a grievous crime.

"Come on, Angela," he said with a grin, trying to reassure her. "I've been trying to get her to work more normal hours for years; sounds like I finally succeeded. But I don't know why you're surprise," he continued. "She's been cutting her hours since we got together."

"Yes, but this is different," she insisted. "Before she would still stay late whenever you worked late; which was usually at least twice a week, since you're a workaholic too. But now she hasn't stayed late or arrived there early in almost a month. And she always seems to be tired. I've actually caught her napping on her office couch three times in the last week and yet, she has bags under her eyes, as if she wasn't getting enough sleep.

"Also," she added, gathering speed. "She's been sick to her stomach a lot; she seems more irritable than usual; she's gotten dizzy at least half a dozen times, she's got a headache practically every afternoon and I'm pretty sure her back is bothering her." By the time she finished speaking, she had named every symptom Brennan had experienced since getting pregnant and Booth once more though how eerily observant this woman was; she'd make one hell of an agent.

"Have you asked Bones about it?" Booth asked, when she finally felt silent.

"Yes, of course I have," Angela answered, impatiently.

"What did she say?" Booth asked, knowing very well what Brennan had said, but having no idea how he was going to get out of this. He didn't want to be the one to tell Angela about the baby; he knew that was something that would be better coming from Brennan. But he also didn't want to send Angela away without a good explanation, she was really worried about Brennan, and it didn't seem fair to not allay her fears. For the second time he mentally chastised Brennan for not coming clean when she was supposed to.

"She told me some half-baked story about having the stomach flu or some such nonsense," she said, with a wave of her hands, as if to wave that explanation away. "But the stomach flu does not last more than three weeks," she said firmly, giving Booth her most earnest stare. "So, I know that can't be it. But I know something is going on and I want you to tell me because it's obvious Brennan won't."

Booth just looked at her, torn about what to do, until she entreated once more, "Booth, please. I know something is wrong. Just tell me what it is, please. Is Brennan sick? She's not . . . dying, is she?"

Booth sighed, and dropped the pen he had been playing with before rubbing his hands over his face. After that last appeal, he knew he was going to have to be the one to tell her their news. Brennan wouldn't like it; she had wanted to be the one to tell her, but there was no way Booth could put Angela off with empty platitudes and vague excuses. Angela was too smart to buy any of them. To keep denying that something was up, when she clearly knew something was, was an insult to her intelligence and a betrayal of her friendship. He just hoped Brennan wouldn't be too sad when she heard what he'd done – or too mad for that matter.

"Angela," he finally said. "Bones is not sick."

"Booth," she protested, scooting forward on the chair and leaning towards him. "Something's wrong. I know it is," she insisted firmly. "Please, tell me what it is."

"Angela," he repeated. "You're right, something is going on. But Bones is not sick, I promise you," he told her firmly and looked into her eyes so she'd know he wasn't lying.

"But then what is it?" she asked again, perplexed.

"All those symptoms you mentioned," he said slowly, trying to figure out how to say it. "You're right, she's had them. But they're also indicative of something besides an illness, Angela," he told her meaningfully, waiting for her to catch on. Actually, he was surprised that she hadn't figured it out already. He watched as her face slowly changed from slightly indignant, to confused, to amazed, and finally surprised, as she slowly came to the right conclusion.

"You mean . . .?" she started to ask, only to trail off before trying again. "Pre. . . preg . . . You mean Brennan is pregnant?" she finally managed to ask.

"Yes," he said simply with a nod. "We're expecting a baby."

"But, but," she said, blinking and closing her mouth after nothing intelligible came out of it. After taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to gather her thoughts, she tried again. "How?"

"The usual way," Booth answered with a grin. It was a most unusual sight to see the always composed artist so befuddled.

"I know that," she told him, with a small frown. "I meant, I didn't think Brennan would ever get pregnant. She'd always been most insistent about not wanting any kids."

"I know," Booth nodded.

"So, how is she?" she asked. "Is she happy?"

"Yes, she is," he told her sincerely. "We both are."

"Of course you are," she said, as if that was a given. "You've always wanted more kids."

"I'd have been happy with just Parker, if she hadn't changed her mind," he defended himself. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to have a baby with the love of my life."

"Are you sure she changed her mind?" Angela inquired. "I mean, was it an accident or on purpose?"

"A bit of both," Booth answered with half a smile.

"How can it be a bit of both?" she asked, confused. "You either try for it or it's an accident. It can't be both."

"Well," he drawled, as he picked up the pen and started playing with it again. "We'd starting talking about it a few months ago. She really loves Parker and she'd starting thinking that maybe it'd be good to have a baby. But well," he shrugged, "she couldn't decide so she decided to leave it up to fate and stopped using birth control."

"Brennan decided to leave it up to fate?" Angela asked, incredulously.

"I know," he said, nodding. "Took me completely by surprise too, but . . ." he trailed off, with another shrug.

"Booth," she began slowly, wanting to get the next question just right. "Are you sure she got pregnant because she wanted it and not because you . . .?"

"Not because I wanted a baby?" he finished the question for her. At her nod, he sighed deeply and leaned back on his chair. "I wondered about that," he finally said. "And to be fair, I do think that that is part of it."

"Well, do you think that's a good enough reason for her to get pregnant?" she asked, not wanting to insult him, but disturbed at the possibility that her best friend had gone against her beliefs, just to make her husband happy. With an internal frown, she rethought that and couldn't believe she'd had that thought in association with Dr. Temperance Brennan.

"No, of course not," he answered simply, and quickly. "I wouldn't even want her to be pregnant if that were the only reason she was doing it."

"Then you think she really wants the baby?" she asked hopefully, because there was nothing more she'd like than to see a Booth/Brennan baby.

"Yes, deep down, she does," he assured her. "I mean when have you ever known Temperance to ever do something she doesn't want to do?" When she shook her head, he went on. "Besides, I think deep down she needs to have the baby."

"She needs to?" she asked, skeptically. Maybe Booth wasn't as in touch with Brennan as he thought and was just deluding himself.

"Yes," he said firmly. "You know her past, Angela. You know that she stopped having a family when she was fifteen. And though her brother and father are back in her life and even though we're married and she has Parker and me, I think she needs to have someone that's hers – that comes from her and who will depend on her and won't be able to leave. In short, she needs to have a family and make sure that that family stays safe, secure and happy - the things she lost at fifteen."

"That's why you guys retired from the field," Angela said, with a nod.

"Yes," Booth agreed. "FBI field work is dangerous. My taking the promotion out of the field and Bones opting to stay in the lab makes our jobs a lot less dangerous."

"Yes, I can see that," Angela nodded. "So, she's really happy?"

"Yes, she really is," Booth again reassured Angela with a smile.

"How far along is she?" she asked, beginning to get truly excited now.

"Fifteen weeks," he told her and watched a hurt expression fleet through her face before it disappeared. "Angela," he began but, she interrupted him.

"When were you guys planning on telling the rest of us?" she asked, in a voice that tried to hide her hurt, but wasn't very successful.

"We were waiting for the first trimester before saying anything," he said softly. "You know how it is, wanting to make sure everything is ok before saying anything." She nodded and he went on, "Besides, we wanted and needed some time to get used to the idea and for it to be just us. Especially Bones, as much as she wants this . . . well, it's been sort of hard on her. She's had a lot to deal with, not only the physical and emotional changes but she's also had to come to terms with how much her outlook has changed. And that isn't easy."

"No, I imagine it's not," she agreed. "But Booth, the first trimester ended three weeks ago. Why hasn't she said anything? Especially when I'd asked her time and time again what was wrong?"

"I know," he said softly. "She was supposed to tell you a few weeks ago."

"Then why hasn't she?" she asked, the hurt evident in her tone.

"Angela, it's not because of you," he told her, very firmly. "Really, she wanted to tell you. It's just that. . . You know Bones, Angela. As happy as she is, she's also scared. She doesn't want things to change; she doesn't want to be treated any differently."

"Booth," she said, almost exasperatedly. "She's having a baby!! Things are already changing and people are going to treat her differently. That's just how things are."

"I know," he agreed, with a small chuckle. "I've told her that; but you know her, she's stubborn and does not want to be treated as if she were fragile. Plus," he added what he'd been thinking since Brennan told him she hadn't yet announced her pregnancy at work. "I think she thinks that as long as she doesn't tell anyone else that she's pregnant, then the baby is not real yet."

"That's . . ." Angela trailed off, with a frown, as if she didn't know what it was.

"Not logical?" he prompted. "No, it's not. But she's pregnant; her hormones are all over the place. She's not exactly rational right now. But in a way she's not wrong. As long as she doesn't tell anyone, no one will treat her differently. What's more, as long as no one knows, she won't have to deal with their questions, expectations, speculations. As long as it's just us that know, as long as it's our secret, she doesn't have to share the baby with anyone. And she doesn't have to face just how much her life – our life will change."

"So, she's hiding?" Angela asked, again not something that one would automatically associate with Dr. Temperance Brennan, but when she thought about it, it made sense. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done it.

"Yes, in a way," Booth agreed. "But she was planning on telling you today, Angela. She really was, and was hoping that you'd want to go shopping soon."

"She was hoping?" she asked him, raising one eyebrow.

"Well," he corrected himself, with a grin, "Maybe not so much wishing as dreading."

"Yes," Angela agreed, with a small chuckle. "That sounds a lot more like Bren." She then paused before smiling, really big, and almost jumping up and down on her chair. "Oh, my, God. Oh, my, God! You and Bren are going to have a baby!! Oh, my, God!!" She then clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream, before jumping up from her seat and demanding, as she walked to the end of his desk, "Get over here so I can hug you and congratulate you properly."

Booth laughed and pushed back from the desk, before walking around it and hugging Angela back.

"I'm so happy for you guys," she told him.

"Thanks, Ang," he said, as they pulled back. "Are you going to tell Bones you know? Or let her surprise you?"

"I'm telling her," she said decisively.

"Ok," he said, with a nod, and then asked with a hopeful grin, "You think you can tell her that it wasn't my fault and that you browbeat it out of me?"

Angela laughed and gave him another hug before saying her goodbyes and hurrying to the Jeffersonian.

Forty minutes later, she walked into the lab and went straight to the platform where Brennan, Hodgins, Zack and Cam were all working. She swiped her card and marched up the steps before dropping her purse by Hodgins station. She then walked right up to Brennan, who was looking at her with a puzzled look on her face.

"Angela where have . . ." she started to ask, when Angela pulled her into a hug, making the rest of the question come out as "Ummph."

"Angela," she said again, as she tried to pull back a bit, even as she returned the hug. "What's going on?"

"I'm so happy for you, Bren," Angela said in lieu of an answer, "So, so happy."

"Ok," Brennan said slowly, awkwardly patting Angela's back. "Are you crying?" she asked, alarmed when she heard what sounded suspiciously like a sniffle coming from the vicinity of Angela's head.

"I'm very happy for you and Booth," Angela said again, ignoring everyone but Brennan.

"You said that alr. . ." Brennan started to say before she stopped, and finally managed to pull back, at least enough to look at Angela in the face. "Angela, why are you happy for me and Booth?" she asked instead, very quietly.

"I know, Bren," Angela said with a huge grin. "I talked to Booth," she added, just as quietly as Brennan. "Don't be mad at him, Bren," she hastened to add, when she saw the frown forming on Brennan's face. "I sort of forced him to tell me what was going on."

"You did?" Brennan asked, with a small smile. She'd have like to see that, it wasn't everyday that anyone forced Seeley Booth to do anything he didn't want to do.

"Yes," Angela said, with a nod and a smile.

"But, why?" Brennan asked, curiously.

"Because I knew something was going on and you weren't telling me," Angela answered. "And I was afraid that it was something bad that you didn't want to tell me. I waited as long as I could, but I couldn't wait any more and I went to see Booth. I knew he'd tell me the truth."

"I'm sorry, Angela," Brennan apologized. "I was going to tell you today; I promise I was."

"I know," Angela said. "Booth told me. But it doesn't matter now. The only thing that matters is that I'm so happy for you guys!! I can't believe it. You're pregnant! You're going to have a baby!!"

"I know," Brennan said, grinning like a school girl. Surprisingly, the two friends had managed to keep their conversation low enough that no one had heard them; so they were more than surprised to see Brennan grinning like that. "Isn't it amazing?" she asked Angela, as the two giggled and hugged again.

"Ok," Hodgins said, coming closer to the two embracing friends. "That's enough. You have got to tell us what is going on!"

Brennan and Angela pulled apart and after exchanging a meaningful glance, Brennan turned to look at her co-workers and after a deep breath told them her news, "Booth and I are expecting."

"Expecting what?" Zack asked, as the rest of the team rushed to hug and congratulate her.


Ten months later, Booth was sitting on his living room couch, watching his son and daughter play together, on a blanket that was spread on the living room floor. Brennan was taking a much deserved nap, while he enjoyed some time with his children. Children, what a wonderful word and just as impossible to grow tired of using as wife was.

Tu llegada dio sonrisa a muchas almas/ your arrival brought a smile to a lot of souls
cuántos planes hemos hecho para ti,/ how many plans we've made for you
si supieras cuántas noches he pasado sin dormir/ if you knew how many sleepless nights I've spent
y otras tantas te he soñado junto a mí/ and how many others I've dreamt you next to me

With a smile, he remembered the day Joyce was born. Next to the first time he held Parker, and the day he married Brennan, it was the best moment of his life. His smile turned into a grin, as he remembered the squints meeting Joyce for the first time; how pleased but awkward they'd been. Especially Zack!

Tu mirada es más intensa de lo que jamás pensé/ your gaze is more intense than I've ever could thought
tu sonrisa me regala paz ingénua/ your smile grants me naïve peace
todavía no has pecado pero ya sabes querer/ you haven't sinned yet, but you already know how to love
bienvenido a tu primera primavera/ welcome to your first spring

The last five months had been the best of his life. Having Parker had been amazing; but having Joyce had been beyond amazing. Being married to Brennan and being there for every day of his daughter's life from the moment she had been born made him happier than he'd ever thought he could be. Spending time his kids and Brennan brought him more peace than he'd felt since before he joined the Army.

Que tengas mis grandes sueños/ I hope you have my big dreams
y lo tierno de tu madre/ and your mom's tenderness
que también tengas su imagen/ and also her features
y mis ansias de vivir/ and my desire to live
Que Dios envíe a esta tierra/ that God sends to earth
un ángel que te proteja/ an angel to protect you
que lo injusto de este mundo/ that the injustices of this world
no lastime tu existir/ don't hurt your existence
duerme tranquilo...duerme pequeño/ sleep peacefully . . . sleep little one

Sólo espero que mis actos sean ejemplo para ti/ I only hope that my actions be an example for you
y que crezcas orgulloso de tu padre/ and that you grow up proud of your father
que conserves con dulsura y con cariño/ that you guard with tenderness and care
los momentos que contigo yo fui niño/ the moments that I was a child with you

Que tengas mis grandes sueños/ I hope you have my big dreams
y lo tierno de tu madre/ and your mom's tenderness
que también tengas su imagen/ and also her features
y mis ansias de vivir/ and my desire to live
Que Dios envíe a esta tierra/ that God sends to earth
un ángel que te proteja/ an angel to protect you
que lo injusto de este mundo/ that the injustices of this world
no lastime tu existir/ don't hurt your existence

duerme tranquilo...duerme pequeño/ sleep peacefully . . . sleep little one
Sueña tranquilo/ dream peacefully

He was brought back from his contemplation when he felt his wife's arms go around his neck from behind.

"Hey," he said softly, as he put his hand on top of hers and turned his head to smile up at her. "I thought you were asleep."

"Umm, yes," she said, as she kissed him on the head, before walking around the couch and sitting down next to him. "But I decided that I'd rather rest right here with you guys than all by myself in the bedroom."

"Good," he said, with a smile as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to his side. "We'd rather have you here with us too." With that, they turned around and watched their children play.