As the end grows near, her belly grows bigger. She begins to invest in cocoa butter by the pound and spends a lot of time staring dubiously at the fact she can now balance her dinner plate on her stomach when she is eating...

"Booth, look, I can my fork there too."

"Good for you Bones."

"How come you haven't gained weight?"

He frowns at her in confusion. "What are you talking about Bones? I'm not pregnant, you are."

"But some men have sympathy pregnancy symptoms and gain weight too. Are you not sympathetic enough?"

He pauses warily. "I work out at the gym a lot Bones, you know that."

She purses her lips.

"You look amazing Bones."

"I have gained thirty pounds so far Booth, I am five pounds over the recommended weight gain and I've got another month to go!"

"Water weight Bones, the doctor told you that, remember? It's all in your ankles."

"My ankles? You think I have fat ankles?"

"Sheesh," he mutters under his breath. "Bones, you have gorgeous ankles, they are just a bit swollen right now that's all."

"Like the rest of me?" Her voice wavers suddenly from annoyance to tears.

"No Bones, the only part of you that looks pregnant is your belly, people can't even tell from behind you know."

She pats her belly softly. "My belly and my ankles."

"Yup," he turns back to the tv. "And your boobs."

She hits him with a pillow before pulling out her shirt to look down it. "They are rather prodigious aren't they?" She smiles. "So much more sensitive too."

His eyes shift towards her and he mutes the tv. "Really?"

"Yup," She nods. "I think so."

"You think so... Well, maybe we should go test that out."

"Right now?"


She places her hand on her stomach for a few seconds. "Well, the baby does seem to be sleeping..."