Isabelle woke up to her phone blasting from the floor. She groaned and pushed her head into the pillow.

"Are you going to answer it?" A muffled voice came from beside her and she made a noise that almost sounded like a no. An arm wrapped around her waist and she made another noise that wasn't so nice.

The phone continued to ring and then it stopped. Isabelle physically relaxed and rolled into the body beside her, allowing the arm to pull her close as she lifted her head from her pillow.

"Morning." Wendell grinned sleepily as he looked at Isabelle's dishevelled head. She had pillow face as well and she knew it but at that point in time, she didn't care.

"Morning." She rested her head on Wendell's chest and sighed, her eyes still heavy.

Evidently, last night had gone very well. Isabelle was in bed with a very, very sweet man (which doesn't usually happen until date twelve at least) and he hadn't questioned her on her morning appearance.

"Are you sure you don't want to make sure it isn't Sweets calling?"
"Today is the day he needs to trial being alone. So it's my day off." She said sleepily. "Plus it's... Only six thirty. He doesn't get up till seven thirty at least." She curled into Wendell's warmth and allowed herself to begin to drift back off to sleep. She could feel Wendell's breathing slowing as he too went back to sleep.

After dinner last night, they had both gone back to the hospital with food for Clarke. It had been two hours before the doctors (not Munroe, thank goodness) had discharged Sweets. From there, Isabelle had driven him home with Clarke and Wendell in the back seat and settled him into bed, pumped with his sleeping tablets and painkillers.

Clarke had immediately offered to get a taxi home (with some hint of disgust in his voice) when Isabelle had come back into the room. Wendell had frowned and tried to argue but Clarke was already calling a taxi. He had winked at her and so, and made a small head motion to the outside and then made a crude gesture with his hand that made her want to slap him and laugh all at the same time. But she got his message loud and clear. There was definitely something between Isabelle and Wendell. Something new and... Safe. She felt safe.

She invited Wendell to her place, the temptation of apple pie ("Frozen but I'll heat it up. unless Mel had eaten it. Then we might just have to eat apples." "I don't see why not." He had answered, a shy smile matching her own). They had walked into the hospital hand in hand, something Isabelle had been quite proud of. Wendell was discreetly forward and she appreciated that because he made her increasingly nervous but in a good way. Before they had gotten in the car to bring Sweets home, he had kissesd her on the cheek, causing her face to flare up and cause Wendell to laugh.

He had followed her home in the Jeffersonian car and followed her inside. Mel had indeed, eaten the apple pie (greedy pig as Isabelle had so teased) but had saved some chocolate mousse from the take aways she'd ordered.

And it all fell into place from there. Isabelles heart and mind were extremely full of happiness and Wendell when her phone suddenly rang again, causing her to jump and Wendell to groan.

"I guess you need to take it." More of a statement than a suggestion. Isabelle pushed herself up, taking some of the sheet with her to.kep her covered as she groped the floor for her pants that had her phone in them. She found them and pulled her phone out and stared at the caller ID.
Hannah's name shine back at her and she pressed accept.

"This better be worth waking me up, Hannah. If Sweets is dying, tell him he's already done that." Behind her, Wendell snorted and started tracing lazy circles on her bare back.

"What a way to great your employer." Booths voice came through the phone, his tone joking but serious. Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"What's up, Booth?"
"Hannah just demanded I call you to tell you that she's in labour but, and I quote, "not so far as she's ready to push the babies out of her.." I'm not saying that."
"Oh dear... But oh wow, really?" That woke Isabelle up a little. Wendell lay patiently for her to tell him what was happening, still tracing circles on her back. Isabelle had a small tattoo at the nape of her neck in the shape of a stethoscope twirling into a sinus rhythm. That made him smile.

"Can you pass the phone to Hannah?"
"Yeah, here she is... Han, its Isabelle." There was a pause. "Hey Isabelle."
"You sound like crap."
"I'm never having children again, that's why."
"Oh, Hannah. Are you at the hospital?"
"Oh yes. They want to do a C-section but I told them know. These babies are coming out the way God intended."
"Is that why you got Booth to call me?"
"No, I actually just wanted to be talk to my friend who is a nurse."  Her tone was sarcastic. "I actually called because I just wanted to ask if Sweets was okay. I got your message last night but- ow owow ow ow." Hannah groaned on the other side of the phone. There was a noise and then Booth was back.

"Sorry about that."
"It's fine. I've heard worse. But uh, tell Hannah that Sweets is fine. He's back home and it was apparently just an intense pain that knocked him out."
"Thank goodness for that.... Okay, I have to go because Hannah wants to shoot the doctor. I'll call you later with baby updates.... And Hannah says come see her after the babies are born.... Don't be so demanding." Booth hung up after Isabelle started laughing.

"Everything okay?"
"Oh man... Hannah's gone into labour and wants to shoot the doctors." Isabelle dropped her phone on the bedside table and then lay back, allowing Wendell to pull her in. She sighed and looked up at him, her eyes bright.

"She's a real firecracker sometimes."
"I'm getting that image now. When I first met her I was real worried, y'know? She looked like she might pop right in front of me and she blamed herself for Sweets."
"That was real hard. I went to go see her a couple of times and she wouldn't let it rest." Isabelle sighed.

"I'm glad she's better now. And I'm glad I have her as a friend. Well, I think we're friends."
"Oh trust me. If you think you're friends, then you're definitely friends and you'll probably have her as a friend for life. And I don't think she would have called you to tell you she's in labour if you weren't friends." That happy feeling in Isabelle's chest ballooned again.

"Good. Because I like friends who help their friend meet other people." He poked her in the ribs, causing Isabelle to giggle.

"You're a nut."
"You like me." She looked up and he kissed her gently, feeling her smile into the kiss.

"I like you very much. Now go back to sleep." Isabelle sighed and curled into a comfortable ball, her arm across Wendell's chest and his arm around her as they both went back to sleep.

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Mel was in the kitchen when Isabelle and Wendell emerged. Mel was pouring herself a cup of coffee and grinned slyly when she saw the two.

"Morning."
"Morn." Isabelle, for the first time in a long time, was still not quite awake. Wendell had to semi-direct her to sit down at the table without crashing into anything. And it had been close. Isabelle's shin came within three millimeters of being bruised. Wendell smiled sheepishly at Mel. "When did y'all even go to sleep?" Mel joked as she pulled out two more mugs and poured coffee, adding sugar and milk to both in the way Isabelle liked it. She needed to sit down and, even though it was impolite and her mother would kill her, wasn't in the mood to ask how Wendell liked his coffee.

"At a time. We did watch Doctor Who till..."
"Three." Wendell supplied as he took the mugs for Mel and placed them on the table. He took a seat beside Isabelle but saw the strange look Mel was giving him and then stood up. "I'll go to the loo?" He phrased it as a question and Mel nodded. As he left, she sat down sharply and shook her friends wrists.

"You slept with him?"
"What, like it's hard?" Isabelle retorted as she took a sip of her coffee. Mel snorted as some life seemed to come back to Isabelle's face. She gave a small smile there. "It's crazy, isn't it?"
"Crazy good. You usually wait till date twelve. And you've known that man one day!" Mel nudged Isabelle who was smiling.

"He makes me feel safe."
"In under twenty four hours?"
"We ruled our axe murderer over dinner." Isabelle shrugged as she drank more coffee, almost draining her coffee. Mel laughed.

"Look girl, I don't care. You clearly like him."
"I do."
"Clearly. You did the you know what."
"Oh hush." There was a pause. "I'm glad though. And he's seen my bed fair and face on the first date."
"And he hasn't run away!"
"Yet." Isabelle put down her empty coffee cup and then slid Wendell's in front of her.

"He's not Munroe, Izzy. You waited till date twelve with Munroe and that turned into a couple of years of hell. It's only been a day but I think pretty boy likes you."
"Really?"
"Really." The two friends smiled at each other from across the table.

"Can I come out of the bathroom now?" Wendell's voice came through the house, causing both woman to laugh.

"Yeah, I don't see why not." Mel yelled back. There was a shuffling of feet and a door opening and closing. He reappeared and sat down beside Isabelle.

"We met last night, however briefly. I'm Mel."
"Wendell. Nice to meet you, Mel." He shook Mel's outstretched hand. He went to move it but she didn't let it go. Isabelle eyed what was happening and took a sip from the full mug of coffee.

"I just wanted to let you know that if you hurt my best friend in anyway, I will kill you."
"I'll help you." That made Mel smile and she let go of his hand. "I've only known her a day but... She's special." Isabelle blushed and murmered a response. Wendell put an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. Then he frowned.

"Is that my cup of coffee?"
"I'll go make you a cup of coffee." Isabelle was up in an instant, pouring more coffee from the pot.

"Sometimes she needs a bit more to get going. Maybe give her a special wake up next time." Wendell went right red just as Isabelle yelled, "MEL!" from the kitchen.

*************

Sweets got through till two in the afternoon before Isabelle turned up at his door, a wide grin on her face and a spring in her step.

"We're going to the hospital!" She declared as she gave him a once over. Sweets grinned.

"To see Hannah?"
"To see the babies!" Booth had called Isabelle and Sweets, causing Isabelle to race over like a mad man to get Sweets because the two newest additions to the Booth family had finally been born.

"I can't believe they're here." Sweets said as he got into Isabelles car. Isabelle got in, still smiling. She was in a good mood, Sweets thoughts.

"I remember thinking she was going to pop like a balloon."
"I'm pretty sure that's what most people thought. Why are you so happy?" Sweets asked as Isabelle turned onto the main road, still smiling.

"I had a good night."
"Despite me being in hospital." She rolled her eyes.

"Despite that. I might still kill you for that."
"Oh no, I'm going to have to come back and help my friends solve my own murder. And profile you." He said in a ghosty voice. Isabelle laughed.

"Good luck with that. I'm pretty sure Dr Brennan would figure out it was me without your ghostly help." Sweet shrugged.

"Probably." They drove in silence for a while as they headed to the hospital.

"So.... Thank you for introducing me to your friends yesterday."
"No problem. I wish you had stayed because then Daisy wouldn't have gotten under my skin. I called myself a 'salty bitch'." Isabelle laughed as she stopped at a red light.

"That's classic."
"I had a good master."
"You're a good Padawan." She retorted. "But I actually meant thank you for introducing Wendell and I."
"Oh.. You're welcome?" He felt his heart sink a little.

Clarke and Sweets had argued back and forward last night about Isabelle and eventually, Sweets had mistakenly affirmed Clarke's beliefs. Then had come a long chat that had made Sweets head spin (and not just from the pain meds) because when Clarke had told Wendell had a crush on Isabelle, Sweets knew there was very little he could do to try and win Isabelle's 'affections' (as Clarke had put it).

"... So yeah, Wendell and I are going to try it out for a while." Sweets zoned back in but he was practiced at knowing how to pretend he had been listening.

"I'm happy for you. You deserve a life outside of looking after all this." He feigned humor as he gestured to himself. Isabelle laughed as she pulled into the hospital.

"You're hilarious. And I've enjoyed looking after you. You've shown me a new way to be a nurse. I hope we can be friends after I'm done babysitting your body." Her eyes widened and Sweets couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh we are definitely staying friends after that comment."
"Damn it. I'm never going to live that down." Isabelle groaned. Sweets grinned as they got out the car. Friends. He could live with that. At least he'd still see her.

They entered the hospital and went to the maternity ward, Isabelle almost hiding behind Sweets as the walked through the entrance and into the elevator.

"I'm avoiding some people." She muttered but she stopped hiding when on the maternity ward.

Hannah was asleep when they found her and Booth. Booth was dutifully watching his wife as they entered and Isabelle almost cried with happiness when she saw the two bundles of baby in-between Hannah and Booth, fast asleep in their little hospital bed.

"Hey man." Booth hugged Sweets tightly and Isabelle could see how happy he was to see him there. "Hey Isabelle." He hugged her too.
"You guys just missed everyone else by about an hour."
"Good. That means I can see the babies." Sweets grinned. He looked tired again and Isabelle watched as he went over with Booth to sit down and look at the babies. She followed but didn't sit down.

"They're adorable." She murmered. Booth grinned. "What are their names?" Booth picked up the first bundle and handed him to Sweets.

"This is Hank Booth Jr. Named after my grandfather." He whispered, his eyes alight as he looked at his son. He then gently lifted the other bundle and passed her to Isabelle, who cradled the little baby with a grin.

"And this is Heather Rose Anna. After Hannah's grandmother, mother and late sister. We kinda decided the kids should be named after the mist influential people in our lives." Booth said sheepishly.

"We? You mean I did and you agreed because I was the pregnant one." Hannah said from the bed.

Isabelle turned to look at the tired mother, who smiled at her from the bed.

"Good job, mamma." Hannah closed her eyes and sighed.

"It's nice to not be pregnant."
"Just wait till you do a post-partum poo." Hannah heard Isabelle whisper and she snorted. Isabelle looked at Sweets, who was cradling baby Hank when he looked up at her.

"Wanna swap?"
"Yesssss." He whispered. Isabelle laughed and with Booths help, made the trade.

"I love babies." Isabelle said to Sweets, looking at the faintly Booth like face in Hank. Sweets bumped her shoulder.

"You have to give them back, remember?"
"That's the best part."
"You're not wrong. I love babies too." Hannah smiled from the bed as she watched her friends hold her babies.

"We're going to wish we could give them back."
"Maybe when they turn 18." Hannah kissed her husband softly on the cheek.

"Yeah, probably."