A That's Why I'm Here
Written October 2011
A/N: Some of the dialog from this chapter is lifted from the episode "A Change In The Game". This is not to plagiarize and you will probably recognize it, but I wanted to embellish some of the scenes.
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Brennan would let nothing ruin or sway the direction of that night - their first date night - or the weekend that followed. It was too important to him. It was important to her. They needed a little time. The news could wait a few days – the world was not going to come to an end if she kept her condition to herself. There would be plenty of time to talk and plan and discuss all that was to come. All that was a grand rationalization on Brennan's part - the reality was: she was scared to tell Booth. He had made it pretty clear that he wanted to work up into the big stuff. He was happy with the way things were going. They weren't hiding their relationship; they just weren't discussing it and enjoyed having time and privacy to themselves. Well it didn't get any bigger than a baby and they wouldn't be able to keep it to themselves for very long, privacy would be all but forgotten. They deserved the weekend.
The reality struck Booth square between the eyes as he helped Brennan into the SUV: he was happy. Not just happy for the moment, but happy for the future. He had everything he had wanted with Brennan and it was more than he had expected. He saw – rather he felt their future. They were going to make it. It was hard to pin point the date when he fell in love with her. In the beginning he was attracted to her - very attracted - and then he wasn't. When they started working together he was awed by her intelligence, drive, compassion and aloofness. She wasn't playing a game, she wasn't hard to get - she generally didn't want him. Booth didn't want to toot his own horn, but that was rare for him. Women usually wanted to sleep with him at least - not Brennan. For so many years there was no level ground for them. More often than not he felt stupid around her - really, really stupid. That was his own doing. Brennan didn't make it any easier, but she didn't hold it against him either. They disagreed on nearly every topic there was to have an opinion about and some that shouldn't even be discussed in polite company. They only thing they had in common was the desire to catch the bad guy. Consequently there was no logical expectation that they could work as a couple for any length of time. But after years of being partners and friends, learning and growing independently and racking up adventures it was clear that there was no way they could not work as a couple - long term.
The most profound part of this feeling was that he had arrived - he didn't need any more out of life. That was not to say that he felt that he could die a happy man, but that his expectations had been met and surpassed. The feeling would pass, but it was the first time in his life that he had ever experienced it. Booth must have gotten that from his years with Brennan. She was that she was who she was and he could either accept it or not. In the beginning he loved that about her; she was so different from any other woman he had ever known but they weren't dating so the stakes were considerably lower. Still, he didn't have to change for her; she didn't ask him to. She accepted him - she accepted him when she thought he was wrong, she accepted him when she knew he was wrong, she accepted him when it hurt her. He hadn't been quite that generous. In the past he was always trying to show her the error of her ways to get her to change. When that didn't work he distanced himself because they didn't see eye to eye - she had a hand in that part too. Both were useless exercises and he was making up for it now; it was a lesson well learned. Yes, he still felt there were impressions of the world that she got wrong. Yes, he would share his view with her if only to give her another perspective, but it was not important if she agreed with him or not. He didn't need to change her. She was amazing just as she was and he was lucky to have her in his life so completely. This was huge for Booth. More importantly he felt that in fifty years he would be thinking the same thing.
"Booth?" Brennan asked
Booth didn't realize but he had been lost in his thoughts and was staring at her. "Hey," he said gently as if surprised she was there in person.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm great ... I'm really great."
"Do you still want to go to dinner?"
"Absolutely." He kissed her and closed the door. He ran around to his side and jumped in with a spring in his step. Being in love is the best drug. "Decided on Italian - great little bistro, reminds me of home, OK?"
"Sure," she said confused by his sudden jovial change. "That sounds fine."
It was fine – the setting, the restaurant, the dinner were all fine. Better than fine, they were great. It was intimate, romantic and tasty. The conversation was easy and plentiful about everything and nothing - and not a word was said about work. They talked of places they had gone by themselves and would like to see again together. They talked of people they knew and would like to know better. They talked of the past and with an eye on the future. Booth didn't notice that she wasn't drinking her wine. He didn't think it was odd that she ordered tea after dinner with dessert instead of a brandy. He didn't think it was odd that her eyes shone a little brighter and she looked healthier than he had ever known her to be. Brennan stayed in the moment all night long. She had no fear, no trepidation, no apprehension. She was happy and allowed herself to be. Angela was right, dates were good.
After dinner they walked hand in hand by the reflecting pool in near silence. There were no words needed. Booth reflected on all that it had taken to get them there at that moment in time - like building blocks - each moment was needed to form a solid foundation. Brennan reflected on hers reasons that had prevented them from getting there. She let each one of them go off into the night freeing herself from her fears. It was cathartic - letting go. She was safe with Booth - now and in the future. They ended up on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial looking out over the city that was their home - the history, the reverence of the place was not lost on them. Their lives were so small compared to the giants that came before them – but they were just as important.
Brennan slid her hand down and linked her fingers through his. They were connected.
"Let's go home," Booth suggested "And break the laws of physics."
She leaned into him tucking her head under his chin and pressing herself against his chest. It wasn't a miracle that they were there together. It wasn't miraculous that they had more of a future than they did a past. The child she was carrying wasn't a miracle. All of it could be explained - reasonably, rationally and scientifically. But that was not how it felt. It felt like a miracle. "Let's go home and break the laws of physics," she repeated back to him.
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The rest of the weekend was equally un-miraculously miraculous. They slept late on Saturday morning motivating in time to get to Parker's soccer game. Rebecca let them take Parker that afternoon and evening. They swam in the pool, played Clue - Brennan won - three times, made pizza and watched DVDs. In the morning Booth took Parker home via church services, Brennan went food shopping to make the Sunday dinner that Booth had told her about from his youth. In the afternoon they went to the opening of an exhibit at the Jeffersonian. It was something that Booth would never have thought of going to, but with Brennan as his tour guide it was fascinating - or maybe he was just in love and so it seemed fascinating. Dinner was great. They cooked and cleaned together. They settled down on the couch after dinner and discussed Brennan's next book. He again asked if he could consult and she welcomed his input. They talked over plot, characters and key turning points in the story. They laughed about how Andy would help Kathy solve this crime and playfully fought over who was the better detective. Nothing much was resolved and next to nothing was written down. The brainstorming session ended early when Booth suggested a scene in which Andy was naked and Kathy discovered him in a compromising position. Of course the scene was not pivotal to solving the case, but that didn't stop them from acting it out all in the name of research.
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Brennan woke early Monday morning and remained in bed with Booth spooned up behind her sound asleep. She had noticed that he always had to be in physical contact with her as he slept. It was oddly comforting. She resolved that she would tell him that morning before they started their day. She considered all the ways she could tell him. She had always been direct, but somehow she felt that this piece of information needed more of a Booth touch. She wished she could ask him how to tell him that she was pregnant. She really had no idea how he would react. She didn't think that he would be happy about the fact that it was so unplanned. He had gone through that with Rebecca and it didn't work out well for him in the early years. She had to assure him that she would never keep him away from his child regardless of their relationship. She had to think that he would also want to be involved in the pregnancy and birthing. She didn't know how she felt about that. As much as she enjoyed her time with Booth in a non-work related setting, she was still rather independent. It would be a huge change to admit him into her life twenty-four/seven so intimately- not to mention all the changes that she would be experiencing physically. She knew all about hormonal changes but was convinced that it wouldn't affect her the way if affected other women. Still, there was no need to speculate or consider what Booth might want until he knew what was coming.
She rolled over to face him and he pulled her close as he came to wakefulness.
"Mom, I don't want to go to school," he whined.
"School? Do you have a training course today?"
He rolled over on his back and smiled. "Just a joke, Bones."
"Oh." She leaned up on her elbow. "I had a very nice weekend."
He opened one eye and looked at her. "Yeah? Me too."
"There is something I want to talk to you about," she said. It came out more seriously than she had wanted it to.
Booth heard the tone in her voice, but really didn't want anything serious to upset their morning. "Yeah, I've got something I want talk to you about too." He rolled over on top of her and nuzzled her neck. "Mine first."
Brennan chose to allow him his first say. She loved their morning sex - it was just better.
An hour later they were getting ready for work. Booth had already showered, Brennan was in there now. "Carson called me yesterday," he said raising his voice over the fall of water. "Left a message ... Rita is in town and he wants us to meet her."
"Who is Rita?"
"You had something you wanted to talk to me about?" Booth asked with a mouthful of toothpaste.
"It can wait," she said rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. There was something entirely too intimate in sharing a bathroom in the morning. She wasn't sure she liked it.
"No, no. Come on. You can tell me."
Brennan considered. It was not the right time or place to tell him - maybe over breakfast. To stop him from asking she picked the first thing that came to mind. "Angela is concerned about how Dr. Hodgins will hold up during the birth of their baby. She wants me there as back-up in case Dr. Hodgins can't perform his coaching duties."
"You don't have to worry about Hodgins, Bones. He'll rally when the time comes."
"How can you be sure?"
"I was there ... I lived through it. It is terrifying and crazy and bloody. Rebecca was screaming at me, at the doctor. She was in so much pain. I have never felt more helpless in my life, but it never occurred to me not to be there. Hodgins will rise to the occasion. You can bet on that. He would never miss the moment his baby takes his first breath. It's a miracle."
She would have debated the miracle description if she weren't feeling the miracle of life herself - in her head mostly. "I still want to be there."
"We'll be there, Bones." He stepped to the doorway. "I'm going to start breakfast ... you want fruit and cereal or something with a little more protein?"
The thought of food made Brennan a little queasy. "Just fruit, thanks."
"OK ... don't stay in there all day. You'll shrivel up."
He left the bathroom closing the door behind him. Brennan sat down on the bench and let the hot water beat down on her. He said it was terrifying and crazy. He said he felt helpless. Maybe he doesn't want to go through that again.
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Booth was checking his messages when Brennan entered the kitchen.
"Caroline was working all weekend," he said making a final note in his book.
"Nothing big, but you know Caroline; she can make a mountain out of a mole hill."
"I don't know what that means."
He smiled at her and took a bite of his toast. "You need to eat. You look a little pale. Didn't I feed you enough this weekend?" He leaned over and stole a kiss. "Or was there too much physical activity?"
She smiled at him and brushed some crumbs away from his face. "I had a very satisfying weekend."
"Satisfying, huh?" He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Was going for stupendous, fantastic, awesome – rocked your world kind of weekend."
She nodded. "Yes, all of those."
"He's still got it," Booth said proudly.
"Are you concerned about your age and your ability to perform sexually?"
"I wasn't," he was aghast. " What about my age? I thought I kept up pretty well this weekend for a man of my ... advanced years."
"Very well." On the other hand, Brennan thought, he was forty and that would mean he would be nearly sixty when their child graduated high school. Maybe he didn't want to be burdened with a teenage child in his fifties, or putting a child through college in his sixties - though money should not be an issue. Brennan was more than financially secure for both of them even with the fluctuations in the market and there was always another book she could write.
"So what is your point?"
It was time she told him. It really shouldn't be delayed. "Booth, I ... I ... um - I'm -."
Booth's cell rang and it startled both of them. "Let it go to voicemail," he said hitting the ignore button.
"It might be important."
"Not that important."
He read the caller ID. It was the bureau. He called them back. "Booth ... where? ... We'll be right there." He ended the call. "We're up. Human remains found at a bowling alley."
"Scared the kids pretty good. Little brats were having a birthday party - guess this is one that the kid'll remember."
She turned to go get her bag from the bedroom.
"Bones, you wanted to tell me something?"
"It can wait."
She nodded. "Sure." So kids were brats, huh? Yes, it could definitely wait.
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At the bowling alley, Brennan leaned over the remains and Booth was taking notes.
"Did you follow all that?" the cop asked.
"Dead first, then ground up."
"These are defensive wounds, Booth. The victim was fending off an attack."
"He definitely failed to defend."
"I agree. It appears this man was murdered."
Brennan called it in to the Jeffersonian as Booth called the FBI CSU. They met out on the lanes when they were each done with the calls.
"Were you talking to Angela?" he asked though not really paying attention. He was observing the people in the alley.
"What is she doing at work?"
"She says that she can't stay home waiting - she was going stir crazy - though I don't think that is a real illness."
"It can be." He saw the CSU unit arrive and pointed in the direction of the lane.
"She is more convinced than ever that the baby will be born today," Brennan said again.
"Don't worry Bones. We'll be there. I won't let you miss this birth. It's a miracle."
"Hardly a miracle, Booth. Babies are born all the time and I have witnessed more than one birth."
"Not your best friend's baby, Bones. Trust me - it is really something when you know the person. Parker's birth was the most important moment in my life. Can't imagine anything ever topping that."
"If you had another child ... ?" She let the question hang out there so he could fill in the answer.
Booth was reading his notes not really listening to the conversation. "Yeah, sure ... probably … haven't really thought about it. It's a long way off." He was waved over by CSU and stepped away without noticing the expression on Brennan's face.
"Not that long," she said softly to herself. Brennan met her crew and set to work leaving the baby issue on hold one more time.
Booth looked over at her with her crew. She was in her element at a crime scene. Just beyond her were the kids from the party being held until their parents could come and take them home. He noticed a man come rushing in frantic. He ran up to two of the children in the group and swept them both up in his arms. He crushed them to his chest. He sunk down to his knees and set the kids back on their feet. He asked each of them question after question trying to make sure they were alright. He listen to them tell their story and he hugged them hard again. He was a good father. Booth was a good father. He liked being a father. What had Brennan asked him? Something about another child.
He watched as Brennan stepped away to use her phone. A little boy came up to her to ask her a question. Brennan looked back down the alley at where the body was. She looked back at the boy and answered in a typical Brennan way. How did Booth know it was a typical Brennan way? Because he saw the kid say 'oh cool' the way Parker normally responded to Brennan. The boy's mother came running up, horrified and took her boy away. People didn't think Brennan would be a good mother. She didn't have that natural maternal instinct to coo and fuss and placate a child. But Booth knew better. Brennan would make a great mother someday. A huge smile crossed his face. He would be there when someday came - maybe it would be someday soon. The thought stuck with him as he went back to work.
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At the diner with Booth and Max the discussed the next steps in the case. Max suggested that they go undercover on the Thunderballs.
"I love undercover," Brennan said rubbing her hands together. "What'll I be?"
"You can be my ... girlfriend," Booth suggested thinking that the best way to lie would be to stick really close to the truth.
"Fine," she grinned. "But if Angela goes into labor we have to pick a fight so I can be there to catch the baby."
It was the third time she mentioned it that day; he got it. "I'll get you there ... hell or high water." He looked back at Max. "What?"
"I don't know. Something is weird here. You're almost polite to each other. What is it? You two having a fight?"
"No, I just really, really want to be there when Angela's baby is born."
"Right, so how soon can I become a Thunderball?" Booth changed the subject.
Plans were made to introduce Booth to the Thunderballs and set him up to take Max's place. Max left refusing help from either Brennan or Booth. Brennan was looking down at her tea that remained untouched.
"Bones?" Booth asked. "You OK? Worried about your dad?"
She looked over at him. "No, I'm fine. Dad's fine."
"You OK that I said you could be my girlfriend?"
"I thought I was."
He took her hand under the table. "You are."
"So who will you be?"
Booth grinned. "Think it's time for Buck and Wanda to come out of retirement."
Brennan liked that idea. "Buck and Wanda were fun."
"Agree ... but I am thinking they be more down to earth – less circus folk and more … regular folk."
"I don't know what that means."
"Follow by lead," he leaned in slightly about to kiss her cheek instead he whispered something in her ear that made her blush.
"Buck and Wanda were married," she reminded him.
"You said I could be your girlfriend."
"How about we split the difference, eh? You can be my fiancée."
She smiled brightly. "Why, Buck ... this is all so sudden."
"You need time to think about it there, Wanda?"
"No," she shook her head slowly. "Not at all."
"Good." He didn't think them being overseen. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Sweets saw the entire exchange from across the street. He nodded and smiled.
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Booth and Brennan had been at the lanes for a while. She was actually having fun. Booth just threw a gutterball.
"Why are you bowling so badly?" she asked a Booth came limping up the lane.
"My feet are killing me."
Brennan's phone rang noticing the caller ID she walked away from the group. "This is Wanda talk to me."
"Bren," Angela said panting. "It's time."
"It is? Now? You're in labor?" Brennan checked her watch and looked back over at Booth. She had to get out of there.
"Yes, but we have some time."
"I'm on my way." She stopped. "Where are you?"
"We're at the hospital," she said calmly. "Jack is here, sweetie."
"Will he make it?"
"Yes, he's being great."
Brennan didn't care. She wanted to be there. "I'll be right there."
"Take your time, honey."
"We are getting close to catching the murderer."
"I know Sweetie, we are talking to Wendell."
"From the hospital?"
"Yes. You have some time. Looks like the murder weapon is a bowling ball."
"Ok … Ok … are you OK?"
Angela felt another contraction coming. "I gotta go." She handed the phone to Jack and cried out. Brennan listened and waited.
After a moment or two she ended the call and called Wendell.
Brennan was working on Amber's laptop.
Max looked over at her. "What are you doing?"
"Looking through Amber's laptop."
"Don't you need a warrant for that?"
"If Buck and I ever have a child she will not turn out like Amber," she blurted out without thinking.
"Temperance, it's just us monkey's you don't need to keep up your cover story."
"I find it helpful to remain in character." Brennan went off on what she suspected about Amber and lane twelve. "I need to tell Booth."
"Honey, what is going on with you and Booth?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you two, OK?"
"It just seems like you are running hot and cold."
"We are not accustomed to the changes in our relationship so we do not know how to act in public when we are working."
"Is that going to be a problem?" Max asked.
"It can't be." Brennan got up and walked away leaving Max to wonder why it couldn't be a problem.
Brennan shared with Booth her suspicions about the resetting of the pins on lane twelve and told him that Wendell believed that the ball could not have been more than five pounds.
"What's he saying ... that it was a kid's ball?"
"It appears so."
"What if it wasn't Fowler who rigged the lane, what if it was Amber?"
"Fowler figures it out." They look over see Amber beating up on an arcade machine.
"She kills him."
"If we ever had a child like that, Buck …"
"That is never ever gonna happen, Wanda."
Brennan wasn't so sure Booth or Buck could make such a promise but it wasn't the time or place to really discuss it. "Angela is in labor," Brennan said.
Booth snapped his attention back to her. "Do you need to go?"
"She doesn't think we need to hurry."
"But you want to go."
Brennan nodded slightly.
"OK." He took her hand. "Ten more minutes, OK? We are close on this one – I can feel it."
She squeezed his hand back. "OK." She was still watching Amber unable to keep the look of disgust off her face.
"Bones," he called to get her attention. "Don't worry."
"I'm not worried about Angela -."
"Don't worry about our kid … OK?"
"What?" She hadn't told him about their baby yet.
"I see the way you are looking at Amber. There is no way we are going to produce a kid like that." He closed the distance between them and kissed her – not in character, a real kiss. "Not a chance in hell. Our kid will be awesome." He smiled at her. "But I hope she doesn't wear blue eye shadow like her mom." Booth got up and walked away after kissing her again quickly. He caught Max looking at him out of the corner of his eye, but didn't respond.
Brennan was left wondering how he knew what to say to her to make her feel better when he didn't know what was bothering her.
Discovering that the the motorcycle helmet was the murder weapon did the trick. With the murder solved, Booth and Brennan raced to the hospital – lights and sirens all the way. Brennan was quiet and looking out the window.
"We'll make it, Bones."
He wanted to reach over and take her hand but needed both for the wheel. "We'll make it," he repeated.
"Do we have the rabbit?" she asked.
"The present for Angela and the baby."
"Um ... yeah, yeah … it's in the back." She was being unusually quiet even for her. "Bones?"
"I'm fine, Booth." Everything was flooding Brennan at once. Angela's baby could be born blind or there could be some other terrible event that happened during the birth. Their child could grow up to be an obnoxious brat or a murderer. There was so much uncertainty. Her own uncertainty was washing over her about what her future would bring. She was on a path that she had to see it through. She knew in her head the Booth would be there with her, but for the moment it was her secret, his reaction, how everything was about to change and how out of control she felt that was weighing on her.
Booth sat in waiting room caddy corner from Brennan. It had been a hell of a day and the waiting was wearing on him. He thought about what he felt when Parker was born. He was younger then, less prepared for what life was throwing at him. Thirty is so much younger than forty, but no thirty year old would admit that. He watched Brennan out of the corner of his eye. She was the woman he loved and would love for the rest of his life – he knew it. How long before she did? How long before they could be where Angela and Hodgins were? It had been some time since Booth seriously thought about having another child. When Brennan asked years ago it scared the hell out of him – scared him more to think that he might not be allowed to be in his kid's life. When she asked a few weeks ago it floored him because he wasn't ready. What a difference a few weeks make. Things were different now - Booth was. They were together. They could have a family. There was more he wanted from his relationship with Brennan, but it didn't need to take place immediately. He would be ready when she was. No more wasting time being angry or scared or just plain cautious.
"Bones?" he sat up and putting his elbows on his knees so he could stay low and keep his voice down.
"I just want the baby to get here," she said.
"Yeah, I know."
Just then Hodgins came out and introduced them to Michael Staccato Vincent Hodgins.
Booth looked over at Brennan and smiled. She was looking at the baby and never looked more beautiful. He watched her slip away into Angela's room. He wished she looked happier.
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They stayed for a while talking with their friends. Cam, Sweets, Wendell, Booth and Brennan went for a drink to celebrate the new little Hodgins, but Booth and Brennan decided to bow out early. There were tired from the long day. As they walked home Booth allowed Brennan to steer the conversation.
"They looked so happy," she said after a block or two.
"Yeah, well they had a baby," Booth said.
"Their whole lives are changing; you'd think they would be a little more apprehensive."
"Well, you know … having a baby … that's a good thing."
"You … You really think that?"
"Yeah, it's a great thing." He turned and looked at her. "What? What? Oh come on, Bones. Look the baby is healthy … they had a healthy baby. All right? They love each other. This is the happiest day of their lives. OK? What?" He watched her for a moment realizing that he had no idea what she was about to say.
"I'm … I'm pregnant." She paused to try to read his reaction. "You're the father."
A slow smiled came to Booth's face that lit up his eyes as her words registered. She smiled back tentatively.
"You're pregnant?" he asked. "You're pregnant!" He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her up and spun her around. "You're pregnant," he laughed.
"Yes," she was still a little confused by his reaction. "You're the father," she repeated at a loss for what to say.
"You bet your ass, I'm the father." He spun her around again. "We're going to have a baby!" he cheered.
"Yes." He put her back down. "Are you happy about this?" she asked for clarification.
"Of course I am." He put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her. "I can't believe it. It's fantastic." He looked across the street at two guys who were walking home from the bar. "We're going to have a baby," he shouted.
"Hey buddy … congratulations," they echoed back.
He looked back at Brennan; she wasn't quite as enthusiastic as he was. "What? Aren't you happy?"
"I don't know … I mean yes … but … I don't know." She shrugged. "I didn't plan this."
"No, no … this was not planned … but you don't always get to plan these kinds of things."
"I won't keep you away from your baby, Booth. You know that?"
"What?" He had no idea where that came from until he realized she was talking about Rebecca and the trouble they had over Parker when Booth first met Brennan. "I know that, Bones. I know. You and me … we aren't me and Rebecca. OK?"
"How long have you known?" He had so many questions that was just the first one that came to mind. The answers really didn't matter - they were having a baby!
"A few days … since I got out of the hospital."
"You've known for week and you didn't tell me?" He almost laughed.
"I wasn't sure how you would react."
"Is that why you have been pumping me for baby information? Why you were so worried about us having a kid like Amber?"
She shrugged a nod.
"Bones, Bones, Bones … you can't do that to a man. You need to come right out and ask the questions. If you ask around subjects a guy will give the quickest answer to get out of the conversation – which isn't always the truth."
"That's just how it is."
"I don't understand."
He didn't want to explain relationship dynamics and the little white lies coupled told each other. "Bones … Bones, I love you … I have loved you forever ... a baby … our baby … how could you think that I wouldn't be happy about our baby?"
"Well, because -."
"Rhetorical, Bones. Strictly rhetorical." He put his hands on her shoulders and ducked down enough to be eye level with her. "Bones? Are you happy about this?"
It was dawning on her that her biggest fear was that Booth would not react well; in light of his apparent joy over the news, there was no reason to have that fear. "Yes. I'm a little scare ... nervous ... concerned."
"We've got nothing to be scared of," he told her. "A little baby … a little Baby Bones."
"Could be a Baby Booth."
"Are you OK? … Everything is ok, right?" he put his hand on her abdomen then moved it away quickly.
She shrugged. "I don't know … I haven't been to the doctor yet."
"Then how do you know?"
"They did a blood test at the hospital."
"I can't believe you didn't tell me for over a week." He wasn't really upset he was just talking. "Have you told anyone else?"
"I nearly told Angela just now, but I thought you should be the first to know."
"Damn right I should be the first to know." He grinned and kissed her again. "Wow ... a baby."
"You have no concerns?" she asked. "You had said that the next time you had a child you wanted to do it the right way."
"Yeah, I did ... but there is no wrong way to have a baby, Bones ... not for us." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and directed her down the street toward his apartment. "We have a lot to talk about ... but first things first ... we are going to a doctor, then there is prenatal vitamins, and regular check ups ... we have a lot to think about."
"There is time, Booth."
"You have any idea how far along you are?"
"Four weeks," she said definitively.
"Four weeks?" he asked. "How do you know?"
"I believe that to be true."
"So you think it was the night -." He let the sentence drop. To say it was their first night together would be the same as saying it was the night Vincent was killed. If it wasn't for that - Vincent's death - they might not be discussing a baby or be in a relationship enough to think that a baby was possible. He needed to get off that subject quickly. "After this weekend - I just bought a family pack of condoms, guess I should take those back for a refund, huh?"
"A family pack? Why would they sell prophylactics in a family pack?
"Joke Bones ... a little levity."
"Oh." She stopped walking and Booth took a step or two before he noticed. "Booth?"
He turned back toward her still grinning from ear to ear. He was going to be a father - again.
"Booth, are you really OK with this?"
"Yes ... yes of course ... I mean sometime tonight it will sink in and will wake up in a cold sweat but that is just being a father."
"I don't understand."
"Worrying about what kind of parent you will be or if the kid is going to be healthy or smart or successful ... that just comes with the territory."
"The parental unit territory. It is normal to worry - if you didn't that would be a bigger deal. But come on Bones ... we are going to have a fantastic kid. She'll be brilliant and beautiful just like her mother."
"How do you know the child will be female?"
"I don't ... fifty fifty chance."
"The percentage of male to female -."
"Doesn't matter, Bones." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close and started walking again. "Look, we will have the next eight months to stress and worry about our baby - our baby? Doesn't that sound great?" He squeezed her lightly. "Let's just enjoy tonight, OK? One step at a time and we will take everything as it comes."
He stopped and turned her to face him. "You know I love you, right?"
"Yes, Booth. You have often told me that you do."
"And this baby may be earlier than we talked about ... but this is where we were headed - you know that too, right?"
"I also believe that to be true."
"We can do this, Bones. You and me ... together ... there is nothing we can't do." He shook his head grinning. "We made a baby. There is nothing we can't do," he repeated.
She nodded slowly. "I am beginning to see that as a very real possibility."
"Good." He started them walked again. He really wanted to get her home.
"I love you too."
"I know." He started walking slightly faster. "Wow ... we are going to have a baby. A little baby."
"They don't stay little for very long," she reminded him.
"I'm aware of that," he almost laughed.
"Booth?" she called to him again. "I'm pregnant," she said with much more glee than she had shown before.
"Yes, you are."
He slipped his hand into her and led her up the stairs to his apartment. They disappeared into the building for the first night of the rest of their lives. Times change and they keep on changing. They chose to take the stairs.
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A/N: There you go. I set out to take us on a little adventure showing the missing scenes between HOLE IN THE HEART and THE CHANGE IN THE GAME that the powers that be chose not to share with us. I have accomplished my goal. I never expected this story to go twenty-nine chapters or run over 120k words or take all summer and into the fall. Thanks for sticking with it for so long and I hope there were some shipper smiles along the way. BONES will be back in a couple weeks and it looks to be a very sweet - albeit shortened season. Honestly until I saw the first promo I was unconvinced that I would hang with BONES for the last season, but I get the feeling that there might be many moments worth watching. I am a hopeless shipper and it looks like our reward is in sight. I need to thank the writers, cast and crew of BONES for being so inspirational. I want to thank you - my loyal readers - all for your kind comments, your alerts and your favoriting this story. It is truly gratifying to know that you are out there reading and enjoying. I again apologize for the lack of Beta. I am sure it was distracting. Thank you for staying with this to the end - though I would like to see what the reactions to the news of B&B together and pregnant would be, and we will never see the first six months of the couplehood. I am sure someone else has written that bit. Now that I am done with this maybe I can read someone else's offering. Thank you all.
Here's to you and to season seven of BONES. On with the show.