“You’re what?” He repeats again after seemingly the twentieth time. Booth him, and his dog are looking at you, heads tilted. Save for the fact that Haley’s tongue is out and Dick’s mouth is opened.

“I’m sorry, really am baby, but repeat that one more time?” He said again, shaking his head and running a hand through his hand. His dog, in a way, mimics him; just scratching her head on the couch.

“I’m pregnant.” You repeated again, and Dick nodded. It took around several minutes for him to finally jump back up, a large smile on his face when he walked up to you.

“We’re pregnant?!” He shouted, picking you up for a moment, kissing you all over your face; spinning you around in a small circle. Haley, of course, starts barking, moving in those quick little circles she does when happy.

“Oh my gosh- {{user}} we’re gonna be parents!” He shouted again, his face in the crook of your neck as he held you.