Title: Of Pregnancies and Questions
Characters/Pairings: Booth/Brennan
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Warnings: none
Rating: K
Chapters: 1/1
Status: Complete

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones nor the characters. Just playing with them.

Summary: Brennan is pregnant again and has a question for Booth. Pure fluff, a short ficlet.

AN: A little scene that didn't want to leave me until it's written down. Hope you'll enjoy it!

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Of Pregnancies and Questions

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Christine was finally asleep in her room, exhausted over her excitement at becoming an older sister, and the two of them could finally lay down together in their bed. Brennan folded herself into Booth's side, putting her head on his shoulder, loving the feeling of peacefulness and content that surrounded her whenever Booth was near her. She sighed sleepily, enjoying the slight movements of his hand as he stroked her round abdomen, where their second child grew.

These were the moments she cherished the best. The peace, fulfillment, happiness. But one thought was still nagging her at the back of her mind. And she knew she won't be able to fully relax until she finally talks to Booth.

She sighed again, conflicted.

"What's up, Bones?" Booth asked her, a tiny sign of worry entering his voice, as his hand spread over her abdomen, stopping its ministrations.

"It's nothing." Brennan denied, wishing he'll resume his massaging.

"Come on, I know you, I can tell something's bothering you." He insisted, and she could feel his eyys boring into her head.

"Nothing's really bothering me…" she looked up at him briefly to smile, but he just raised his eyebrows.

She flustered unwillingly, and looked away from him.

"Bones-" Booth started, but she interrupted him. Might do it right now.

"I was thinking about the birth." She admitted.

"What about it?" he asked her, and she heard a bit of wariness entering his voice now.

"I want to have a home birth, Booth." She told him, then looked up to his face. He stared at her for a moment, then a wide smile appeared on his face, as he snuggled her closer.

"Good" he said. "I worried you might want to have another one at the manger." His voice was full of amusement mixed with a fair amount of relief.

"Children who grow up on farms develop far fewer allergies and respiratory issues, Booth." She replied indignantly.

"You told me that when Christine was born." He said with a smile.

"And she's a healthy child." She looked at him, her eyes shining.

"She sure is." He said proudly.

She couldn't help but smile at his pride; then her smile faded again.

"Ok, Bones, what's really bothering you?" Booth said, this time propping his head on his hand as he stared down at her closely.

She looked up at him, into his warm brown eyes, and felt foolish suddenly for being unable to ask him what she really wanted. This was Booth after all, her Booth. And he loved her and she loved him.

"I want you to deliver our child again." She said strongly, her eyes never leaving his.

"What?" he asked surprised.

"You did a marvelous job with Christine when she was being born, and I want you to help bring our next child into this world as well." She repeated.

"You do?"

"Yes. I trust you. There is no one else I'd want to help my child being born than you." She said to him simply.

His eyes were locked with hers for a moment as he absorbed what she just told him, then she squeaked surprised as he attacked her with his lips. She laughed over his kiss, then moaned into his mouth, her arms sneaking around his neck.

Finally, he looked into her face again, his eyes teary and shinning.

"I'd be honored to help you deliver our child to this world again, Bones." He told her solemnly, his voice thick.

And she smiled.

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Fin

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