Pairing: Bones/Reader, Leonard McCoy/Reader
Summary: Anxious Bones and a large amount of Fluff
“Bones,” you said with a hint of warning in your voice. He seemingly didn’t hear you as he brought the tricorder up to your stomach for what seemed to be the thirtieth time that day. His brows were furrowed as the small machine began to beep and chime.
“Bones,” you said again, a little louder. Again he ignored you, the crease between his eyes deepened as the readings began to show on his PADD.
“Bones.” You said loudly grabbing a hold of hand holding the tricorder. A pair of startled light brown eyes met yours.
“Look darlin’ I know you are nervous about this baby.”
“You work with some of the most dangerous toxins known to man kind. Damn straight I am nervous. What if the kid grows an extra arm or is missing internal organs or …” Bones started on a rant that you had heard several times in the past six months.
“Leonard.” You said, letting go of the tricorder to hold his face. He fell silent, his eyes searching your face. You offered him a sweet smile.
“She is going to be the most perfect little girl and you are going to be a wonderful father.” You ran a finger up the crease in his brow, feeling the muscles in his face relax beneath your touch. “But if you don’t stop scanning my belly, I am going to break your hand.”
Bones chuckled as he bent down to place a light kiss on your lips, “Sweetheart, I’d like to see you try.”