"There's my favorite person in the whole wide world," Jim said with a big smile as she walked into the house.

"Well, I know you love me, darlin'," Leonard chuckled.

"I'm not talking about you," she rolled her eyes at him and leaned over to kiss the little girl on his lap. "I'm talking about you. Hi, Jenny."

"Mama," their daughter smiled.

"See, Bones, I'm her favorite too," Jim giggled.

"Mama, play," Jennifer Maureen McCoy demanded. Their fourteen-month-old daughter, named after Jim and Leonard's mothers' middle names, respectfully, was the spitting image of her mother. If he thought it was hard to say no to Jim, Jenny made it damn near impossible, welding her bright blue eyes, McCoy scowl and Mini-Kirk smile like weapons.

"Give mama a minute, sweetie," she kissed the top of the little girl's head again before pressing a soft kiss against Leonard's lips. "Hi, my third favorite person."

"Third? Really, Sheriff?" Leonard gave her a look.

"Jo has you beat, not sorry about that at all," Jim pointed out with a bright smile. "I'm gonna go put my gun in the safe and grab a shower."

"We'll be here," he chuckled.

"Or you can ask her sister to keep an eye on her while you wash my back," she said with a smirk.

"Wash your back, huh?" Leonard asked, picking his daughter up as he did. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

"There are little ears, love," Jim chuckled as she made her way up the stairs.

"Uh huh," he smiled. "Wanna go see your sister, baby girl?"

"Jojojojo," Jenny smiled.

"Yep, Jojo and Peter. Can you say Peter?" Leonard asked. Jenny gave him a pout. "Didn't think so, kid. Come on, let's go find Jojo so that daddy can have a few minutes with mama."

As usual, his mother was right. He and Jim were together for five months when that moment his mother warned him about hit him like a ton of bricks. There wasn't anything special about April seventh. It was a Friday, he went to work like he usually did, came home to find Jim and Jo sitting on his couch painting their toenails and watching old Star Trek episodes, giggling about how the grumpy doctor reminded them of him. Leonard just looked at Jim and knew.

Of course, being the stubborn person he is, he didn't actually ask her until the Fourth of July. Jim was working, like most of the department, but she stopped by the Independence Day/Chris and Erin engagement cookout that her brother put together. Everyone was gushing about Nyota and Arlene's baby bumps when Winona made a comment about Jim having a baby. Naturally, that led to a conversation about if he and Jim would ever get married. The words came tumbling out his mouth before he could stop them.

Jim looked at him above her sunglasses before she burst into laughter. "Did you really just propose to me? That was horrible, Bones. Like, really bad."

"Tell me something I don't know. I've been trying to come up with something for months but nothing seems to fit just right," Leonard sighed.

"Months?" she asked.

"Yes, months. I've been in love with you since I met you. It's just… I was a mess and you were a mess but together, we kinda balance out each others' messes," he took a deep breath. "And I wanted it to be, I don't know, special but I guess this is as good a place as any. So, Jamison Tabitha Kirk, I'm asking you, in front of all these people who love us no matter how messy we are, would you do me the honor of being my wife?"

"Thought you swore off getting married again?" Jim asked.

"I do a lot of things these days that I swore I'd never do before you showed up. You have that effect on people," Leonard chuckled.

"Not apologizing for it," she smiled.

He shrugged, "Don't expect you to."

"Friends and family only at the wedding and I'm not wearing white," Jim declared.

"Done and done. Is that a yes?" Leonard asked.

"Of course that's a yes, Bonesy," she smiled as he pulled her into his arms to the cheers and whistles from their friends.

That was just over four years ago.

Their wedding took place on a beautiful snowy day in November, his mother and cousin coming up from Georgia for the occasion, bringing with them a whole slew of "I told you so"s between the pair of them. Jim just laughed at his discomfort and pointed out that he set himself up for it. She caught her own teasing from their friends when she caved on the color of her wedding dress. It was white but, as Jim reminded people, it was her mother's dress and Jim had no intention on ruining it just because she wasn't traditional. Jim did let her personality show by wearing converses instead of heels though.

The day after they got back from Georgia, Jim and Winona locked themselves in the older woman's house for ten hours. When Jim finally did come over to his house that night, there was this peace about her that she didn't have before. The only thing she would tell him was that he and his mother helped put some pieces of back together. After that, Jim and Winona made an actual effort to behave as mother and daughter instead of two people forced to interact.

As a matter of fact, the two woman got so close that Winona was almost a constant presence at the house, even after Leonard and Jo moved in. It was something that he was grateful for when Jim had to go on maternity and he was still working. His wife was not happy about forcing herself to endure desk duty when she no longer fit into her vest, which was the deal they made with regards to her working during her pregnancy. She was elected to stay on as Sheriff and swore in for her first full term when she was three months along.

Aside from not being able to go on regular patrols or special operations like she was used to, Jim did her job just as well as she always did. She delegated her more dangerous duties to the others, Scotty and Sulu splitting a lot of Spock's duties as he started taking over a lot of Jim's while she focused on training Chekov -the kid's quite the investigator- and running the jail. The day she had to -temporarily- hand over the department to Spock, Leonard could swear she would burst into tears. He even stayed home with her that first day because her emotions were, understandably, all over the place.

July tenth, three years into their marriage, Jim gave birth to their little girl. Jo couldn't contain her excitement because she always wanted a little sister and they -coincidentally- gave the baby a first name that starts with J. His older daughter never lets him hear the end of it, even picking out names for her hypothetical future siblings. Jim just encourages her even though she's not exactly sold on the idea of having another baby anytime soon. She likes to say that Jo and Jen are enough, more than she ever thought she'd have, biologically or not, but Leonard's not so sure she completely means that.

"Are you gonna just stand there?" Jim chuckled. He had passed Jen to Jo and now he was standing in his and Jim's bathroom -not- staring at his wife.

"I don't know, I might. It's a nice view," he smiled, leaning against the counter.

"Oh, please. The stretch marks really give my six pack definition," she laughed.

"I like it," Leonard told her honestly. "I mean, those marks are just evidence of where that cute little mix of your eyes and my scowl used to reside."

"She may look like me but she is very much a daddy's girl," Jim chuckled. "She's gonna have some competition in like seven months."

"Yea, well… wait. What?"

"You're gonna have your hands full with three of us."

"You're… we're…? How is it that I didn't notice that?" He's a damn good doctor. How the hell did miss pregnancy symptoms in his own wife?

"It's not just you. I didn't realize how late I was until yesterday and I haven't had morning sickness. I'm around eight or nine weeks if my math is right," she told him. Leonard didn't say anything, counting the weeks in his head even though he knew she was usually spot on about this stuff. "Earth to Bones."

"I'm… This is good," he smiled, stepping into the shower with her.

"Bones, you're still wearing your clothes," Jim chuckled.

"Don't care. You're having my baby," Leonard smiled, peppering kisses all her face and neck.

"Wouldn't be the first time," she laughed.

"True but that's not gonna stop me from being excited," he chuckled as she pushed his wet shirt over his head. "You think we'll get a boy this time?"

"I certainly hope so. I need someone to roll around in the dirt with me," Jim smiled.

"Not so sure Jenny would be opposed to that idea," Leonard reminded her.

"Well, I do have a habit of getting McCoys to do just about anything," she looked up at him.

"You say that like you ain't a McCoy yourself there, darlin'."

Leonard couldn't sleep. It wasn't that anything was bothering him and the house was downright peaceful, he was just too excited to shut off. Next to him, his wife was sound asleep, her hand protectively resting on her still flat stomach. Even though she told him about the baby weeks ago, he couldn't believe it. It's not that the subject of Jim having another child has never come up, it was just unexpected. Leonard let out a quiet chuckle as he realized that Jim was the embodiment of unexpected.

He remembers the day they met like it was yesterday, her arms shooting out to catch Joanna before his little girl fell. Since then, Jim's been busting through every wall he built to protect himself. Worming her way into his head and heart and refusing to give up on him, even when she was slowing starting to give up on herself. He remembers how she put it on their wedding day; "We're puzzles, Bones, each with a bunch of gaps until we were tossed together and found the missing pieces in each other."

Leonard gently pulled his wife closer, Jim snuggling against his chest as he did. "Sleep, Bones."

"Whatever you say, boss," he said quietly.

"Damn straight."

AN: It's the end. *tear* It was so hard to actually finish this one. The story ended up being a few chapters longer than it was supposed to be.