So I managed to find the time to write a chapter today, so enjoy :)


Brennan's lying on her side in bed, half asleep. She hears Booth whispering something in her ear, but can't quite make out what he's saying, and she feels his fingertips brush against her neck as he pulls away her hair. She shivers when his lips make contact with her skin and his hand skims across her abdomen under his Flyers' T-shirt that she's wearing. "Huhmm," she mumbles into her pillow, not yet ready to open her eyes.

"Good morning, Bones," he hums.

She lets out a contented sigh and blinks her eyes open finally, flicking them upwards to meet his warm gaze. She gives him a closed-mouth smile and her eyelids fall shut again. "What time is it?"

He lifts his head and cranes his neck towards the clock on her nightstand. "A quarter to nine."

"Booth!" She pushes him away and sits up. She lets out a breath and holds her head steady for a second, to counteract the sudden dizzy spell. She picks up her clock and checks the alarm. "Damn. I set my alarm for 6:30 PM instead of AM."

He bites his bottom lip, trying to hold back his snickering.

"It's not funny."

"It kinda is."

She narrows her eyes and playfully swats at his chest.

"This was a much better way to wake up than a string of annoying, high-pitched beeps, huh?"

"Yes if you don't include the fact that I'm late for work now."

"That wasn't my fault," he points out.

"How long have we been sleeping in the same bed, Booth? You know what time I get up for work. You should have woken me up sooner."

"Sorry. I just thought you could use a couple extra hours of sleep."

She pulls off the sheets and stands up.

"I like this view," he hums with a smirk.

She looks at him over her shoulder and arches her eyebrow. She disappears into the bathroom and returns to the bedroom a couple minutes later. She stands at the side of the bed with her knees touching the mattress. She tugs on the T-shirt and turns around to face him. She pulls the gray shirt over her head and clears her throat.

"I like this view even better." He scoots over to the edge of the bed and kneels, leaning into her and pushing his lips hard against hers. He loops his arms around her and crawls on his knees closer to her, pulling her into him at the same time. He runs his tongue across her bottom lip as he slips it into her slightly open mouth. He fists her messy, wavy hair in one hand and delicately caresses her bare back with the other, his nails grazing her skin,

She shifts, to even out her weight equally between her hips, and snakes her hand around his neck.

He breaks the kiss and opens his eyes.

Even with her eyes closed, she can feel him looking at her and she knows exactly how he's looking at her. She slides her hand up, cupping the back of his head. She lowers her chin and nibbles on his bottom lip.

He lets out a breath through his nose and closes his eyes again.

She slides her tongue along the shallow indentations before drawing his lip into her mouth and sucking on it. She presses her chest against his and rakes her fingers through his hair.

He smiles against her lips when they resume kissing and mumbles, "You're gonna be late."

She shrugs. "I'm already late." She steps back and pushes at his shoulders. She gets onto the bed and lies down, scooting upwards towards the pillows.

He repositions himself, so he's hovering above her, his weight supported by his arms. "You're okay? Baby's okay?"

She nods. "Yes."

He lowers his head and presses his lips against the side of her neck, just below her ear. He licks her earlobe and kisses downward towards her collarbone.

She moans, tilting her head back and to the side, giving him more access.

He sucks along her jaw and kisses her neck. He's interrupted by the house phone ringing, but he ignores it.

She wraps her arms around his back and tugs on his T-shirt. "Off," she manages, slightly out of breath.

He wiggles out of his shirt as she pulls it over his head, and then he goes back to devouring her neck. He's interrupted once again, but this time, it's by her cell phone ringing. He grunts.

She reaches over and grabs her phone. She answers it, "I'm fine, Ange. I'm busy. I can't talk right now." She pulls the phone away and moans. She tries to keep her moaning to a minimum when he continues to kiss her through her whole conversation with Angela. "Bye." She hangs up and tosses her phone beside her. "Now, where were we?"

"Right about," he kisses her and then slides his lips down her body, pressing delicate kisses to her neck, collarbone, and her right breast, while he cups her left with his hand, "here."

"Feels about right," she mutters, shifting beneath him.


Three hours later than she normally arrives to work, Brennan strolls into the lab with a skip in her step, despite being twenty seven weeks pregnant, and a satisfied grin plastered on her face. When she gets to her office, Angela is waiting for her, leaning back against the wall to the right of the door. She unlocks her door and opens it, walking inside. She hangs her coat up on the rack and sets her bag down on the couch.

Angela follows her and shuts the door. "Good morning, Sweetie."

Brennan sits down at her desk and powers on her computer. She lifts her head and bites back a smile, nodding. "It's a very good morning, indeed, Angela." She lets out a chuckle and types in her username and password.

Angela sinks down onto her best friends couch and props her feet up on the coffee table. "Details, I want details, Bren."

"You have your own sex life, Ange."

"Not lately." Angela pauses. "Come on, Sweetie. I need a vicarious thrill."

"What do you mean 'not lately'? I thought you and Hodgins go at it like hares every night."

"Rabbits, Bren, it's rabbits, and I mean, we've hit kind of a dry patch. Ever since I told him about your scare a couple weeks ago, Jack's gone all 'protective daddy' on me and will hardly touch me."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Did Booth freak out the first time you did it after that?"

"Per Dr. Jones' recommendation, we didn't even attempt sexual intercourse until four days ago, but Booth was still nervous. Not to the point where he wouldn't touch or kiss me, though. We were intimate, very intimate, we just didn't have sex. I still had to convince him everything was alright, but he loosened up eventually."

"That gives me hope. If Booth can get over it, Jack surely can. I guess I just have to be patient." Angela pauses. "But it's so hard. I've never been so horny in my life and that's saying something. I'm as big as a whale, but—gah." She balls her hand into a fist and punches the pillow. "So please, give me details, Bren. I need details. All of the details," she clarifies.

Brennan lets out another chuckle. "All of the details?" She pauses. "Are you a visual learner? Should I draw diagrams?"

"Very funny, Sweetie."

"That wasn't meant to be humorous, Ange. I was serious."

Angela shakes her head. "No, diagrams won't be necessary."

Brennan opens her mouth to speak, but she's interrupted by her cell phone ringing. She glances at the screen and raises an eyebrow. She picks it up off the desk and answers it. "Brennan."

"Bones, it's me."

"I know. Caller-ID. Is there a case?"

"No, I just got a call from Mrs. Marshall. Christine's sick. I have to go pick her up at Jenna's house."

"Is she alright?"

"Mrs. Marshall said she threw up and has a slight fever. She was fine last night when I dropped her off for the sleepover."

"Are you on your way there now?"

"I just have to drop something off upstairs and then I'm heading over."

"I'll be home at four."

"Bones, I know I can't keep you away from her and I can't keep her away from you, but—."

"I'll take all the proper precautions, Booth."

"You're not gonna fight me on this?"

"No. You're right. You can't keep me away from her and you especially can't keep her away from me, not when she's sick, at least."

"Love you."

"I love you too. Can you give her a kiss for me? Tell her I'll be home by four."

"I can and I will."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Brennan hangs up the phone and looks at Angela, who's staring at her.

"What's wrong, Sweetie?"

"Apparently Christine's sick. Booth has to go pick her up at Jenna's house."

Angela stands up. "Since Booth isn't free this afternoon, let's do lunch."

"We haven't done that in a while."

"I know." Angela pauses. "I'll meet you in your office at noon." She walks towards the door, but stops and turns around at the sound of her best friend's voice.

"I thought you wanted to hear about my morning. You wanted to know 'all the details', you said."

"I was kidding."

"No, you weren't."

Angela smiles. "Okay, I wasn't, but I have a very active imagination." She laughs and leaves the office, heading down the hallway towards her own.

Brennan just shrugs and turns back to her computer, though she's nowhere near focused on anything work related.


Just a little heads up: I'm thinking five or so more chapters for this story, possibly ten. The epilogue will be the wedding and the chapter right before that will be the birth.

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