A/N: This is my sequel to my story, Long Nights. For those of you waiting for an epilogue to that, I apologize but there isn't going to be one. I decided the ending it has was better as it was and I couldn't get the epilogue I was working on to fit in how I wanted it to.

This fic picks up the September after Booth was found. To eliminate all confusion, Angela and Jack have moved out of Brennan and Booth's house and Jared and Hank have gone back to Philadelphia.

The characters from Bones do not belong to me. But I can wish.


"Bren, wake up!"

"No. Go back to sleep," she mumbled into her pillow.

"What do you wanna do today?"

"Sleep."

"Bren, it's our first anniversary! We have to do something! Let's take Drew to the park or take him out to lunch with us!"

"Why are you so upbeat? Oh, I remember," she said, answering her own question without giving him a chance to say anything, "I was the one who got up with him all last night while you snored."

"Hey, if I could feed him, I would. You're just, uh, a tad more equipped for that duty."

"I'm tired, Booth. Can I just sleep a little longer?"

"Of course, babe. I love you."

"I love you, too. Happy anniversary, Booth."

"Happy anniversary," Booth whispered. He leaned over from his side of the bed and planted a kiss on her temple. He walked out of their room on his tiptoes. After quietly closing the door to their bedroom, he slowly made his way down the narrow hall to his son's room. Booth slowly moved in, careful not to wake him. But peeking in the crib, Booth saw the big brown eyes staring back at him.

"Hey, big guy, how long have you been up?" Booth said, picking up the baby out of the crib, "You kept mommy up all night. You really should let her sleep, bub. We can hang out this morning, just us boys."

He sat down in the rocking chair, holding Drew close to his chest. Without any hesitation, Booth blasted into a one sided conversation with his son about all the things they could do when Drew got bigger.

"And then Pops can teach you how to throw that fastball he taught me. He's still better than I am at it. And I can already tell you, mom's gonna teach you all about bones. Let's go down stairs and make some breakfast."

"He might want to eat first. I know both of you are hungry," Brennan said from the doorway.

"What are you doing up? I thought you were going to sleep longer?"

She nodded toward the baby monitor by the crib. "You are very loud. Did you wake him up?"

"No!"

She laughed lightly. "I know. I heard everything. I'm not surprised he's awake."

"What do you want for breakfast?"

She shrugged. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Pancakes!"

"Only if you put bananas in mine."

"Deal…if you change his diaper. He just unloaded a big one."

"Nice try, Booth. You're not the only one in this house who can make pancakes."


Jared knocked on the front door of his mother's house. He took a look around the neighborhood and instantly compared his childhood to those of his two younger sisters, Sasha and Sadie. He hadn't seen them for a few months due to the new semester at the local community college starting and the arrival of his nephew. Jared knew his older brother hadn't visited their mom and half-sisters in the four years since he found them. Booth had made it clear to Jared that he didn't want Lizzie to know about Drew. Yet, as much as Jared respected and loved his brother, he doubted Booth's decision to hide his son from their mother would work out in the end.

"Jared! I've missed you!" Sadie cried as she opened the door. The nine year old pulled her brother into the house and to the kitchen.

"See, mommy! I told you it was Jared!"

"Oh! You were right! Hi, Jared. How've you been?" Lizzie greeted him.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry I haven't come around lately. Classes have started and before that, that there was…" he trailed off, stopping before he ignored his brother's wish.

"Honey, you don't have to apologize to me. I don't expect you to come visit if you don't want to."

"No, Mom, that's not it at all. I just got busy. I was visiting Seel, Bren and-ˮ

"And who?"

"Eh. No one else."

"Jared!" Sasha yelled, running into the kitchen. The last time Booth had seen their younger sister, she had been an infant, not much older than Drew.

"Hey! Wow, you've grown!"

The four year old beamed at the compliment and asked her mom for a snack. After acquiring two packets of fruit snacks to share with her older sister, Sasha ran off, leaving Jared and Lizzie alone again.

"So…" Lizzie prompted, waiting for her son to finish what he was saying, "who else were you visiting?"

Jared didn't say anything and just watched his mother clean the dishes.

"Are you going to tell me about Andrew?"

Jared was confused. "You know about him?"

Lizzie nodded.

"How? Did Bren call you?"

She dried off her hands and walked away from Jared, to the fridge. She pulled off a postcard and a picture. It was Drew's birth announcement.

Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan
Introduce their son
Andrew Parker Booth
Born July 4
th at 7:42 PM
6 pounds 7 ounces, 19 inches

It was beautifully handwritten and Jared knew right away it was Angela's work. He smiled, thinking of the gorgeous, but taken, friend of his sister-in-law.

"I'm guessing Seeley and Bren didn't send this to you."

Lizzie shook her head. "I'm assuming it was their return address on the envelope but her friend sent me a note with it. She said not to say anything to your brother. She said he didn't want to tell me about Andrew-ˮ

"Drew," Jared interrupted, "They call him Drew."

"Bren's friend said Seeley doesn't want me to know about Drew. She said Bren wants to come visit but she doesn't want to make Seeley mad. I think she's afraid of him."

"No! Seel's not like dad! Bren's just…loyal. She loves him and he hasn't forgotten about you leaving."

"So he's punishing me?"

"In his own way, yeah, probably. Bren's going to take his side unless it's the two of them in an argument. She wants a family. She wants something for Drew that she never had. But she's not going to force it on Seeley."

"I would like to meet my grandson," she said, not with anger or spite, but with hope.

"Mom, I love ya but I'm sorry. I don't think that's going to happen any time soon."