OK, I PROMISE that this is nearly the last one.
There, in Booth's arms, was when she realized. She burrowed her head deeper into Booth's chest. She liked it there; it was safe. She was pregnant. And she was having a child, and it would be theirs. They would be a family, they would be happy.
There would be pain and there would be joy, was how Angela put it once Brennan had told her:
"You're pregnant? I... had no idea!"
"What a strange thing to say..."
"Sweetie... this is great! Oh my god! A baby! It's going to be gorgeous and I'm just going to cry my heart out!"
"For joy, right?"
"Of course for joy! What, do you think I'll become depressed? Oh my god, this is wonderful!" Angela was jumping up and down and she kept on listening to Brennan's stomach.
"You can't hear anything, Ange."
"I know, but when I do... It's going to be so awesome! He... or she will have super powers... super smart squint brain but with kick-ass FBI hotness."
"Ange, you're talking about a fetus as if it were an adult."
"I know. When it is an adult... so, are you going to ask boy or girl or do you want a surprise? You see, if it's a boy, I'll buy blue baby stuff. Girl, pink or purple. Surprise, yellow. You can't go wrong with yellow. And there are so many nice yellows..."
"I'll bear that in mind."
She hadn't been able to stop herself from laughing.
Hodgins reaction had been confusing:
"Really? That's great! Wow! A baby, huh? ... do I have to lie about this too?"
Cam's reaction had been more normal:
"Congratulations, to the both of you."
They had both been there to tell Cam. Brennan had dealt with Angela and Hodgins on her own. Sweets had been the strangest:
"This is a joke, right?"
"Sweets, we just told you that we're pregnant and you assume it's a joke?"
"Well, yeah. It isn't? Wow. Now I'm confused."
"That makes two of us."
"Three."
"Um... congratulations!"
She still didn't understand the joke, but she was very sure that it must have something to do with Angela. Who else?
It was a month later. She and Booth were together. She enjoyed having moments with him, and she liked having him there, not speaking. She had never been one for non-verbal communication but it was so much easier with him there. She didn't want to feel like this baby was hers, and she was alone in this. It was theirs.
Booth had been spending the last few months in a perfect bubble. There had even seemed to be less murders, though that probably wasn't true. But he didn't really care. He had spent all of his career caring about the victim; he still did, but less. The same had happened with Parker. Parker... he was as happy as Booth was about the possibility of a new sibling. Booth had made it very clear that there would be no preferences. The idea of it made him sick; no, he wasn't going to do that to Parker, or to the new kid. New kid... their kid. His and Bones. Wow. When did life become so perfect? Except, once again, he wasn't able to do much except stand by and watch the lump that would become their child grow slightly bigger. Gagh. Every chance he got he would hold Brennan in his arms, as his own way of saying that he wouldn't let her go. He might as well do something productive, and he wanted to be there every minute of the way.
Brennan didn't want him to go, and she didn't want to drive him away. She realized that she wanted a family, a real one. Why hadn't she seen it before? All she had wanted before was his sperm. Angela's words sounded through her head. Did you ever think, what if Booth is the perfect father for your child? ... What if you're throwing away the chance to have a family? A real family, because you're scared? Maybe she had been scared. But now she didn't see how anyone could be scared of something so wonderful. Yeah, it sounded cheesy, but Booth was the one that had explained to her what cheesy as an expression meant. Conclusion... she forgot.
"Booth?" she finally managed to say. Partly because her feet were getting sore from standing up for so long, even though she was leaning on Booth.
"Hm?" Even his hm?'s were refreshing to hear.
"I know." she said simply, as if he could understand the meaning.
Booth laughed lightly. "You know what?"
"Um... how do I say this..." she burrowed her way out of her chest.
"Whoa. Temperance Brennan, lost for words. Someone, take a picture."
Brennan laughed nervously.
"Wait... what is it?" He suddenly realized that this might be serious.
"Ok. I've always said that love, along with many other emotions, is, well, they are, ephemeral, but..."
"Hey hey hey! You love me!" he teased.
"What? No, that's not..."
"Yes it is! I could feel it! Ah-hah! Finally admitted! I swear, where is my camera?" he joked. Brennan couldn't help but smile at his reaction. It felt wonderful to get that off her chest, to let Booth know how she felt, and to have it mean that much to him. "Wow, what a night. Where's the champagne...?"
"I can't drink, Booth."
"Yeah, I know. Wow. You admitted it."
"You admitted ages ago, I don't see why this is such a big deal-"
"Are you kidding me? Dr. Temperance Brennan... love? All the people I want to be are here... you, me, duh, our child... We're having a baby!" he cheered.
"Are you drunk?" Brennan frowned.
"No, Bones, I'm happy. I'm not drunk. Whoa, you know how to down a guy."
"Oh... sorry."
"Yeah... Ok, downer's gone." he was smiling once again.
Brennan laughed. But she hadn't finished yet.
"I also wanted to tell you... that I would like to marry you." she waited to see Booth's expression, needlessly nervous for the outcome.
His mouth hung open. Obviously he hadn't been expecting that. "Wh- um..."
"What? Don't you want to marry me?" she said loudly.
"Yeah, sure." He lent in to whisper in her ear. "Bones. Do you see where we are?"
Brennan realized that she had forgotten. She looked up slowly... dammit. Founding Fathers, with the squint squad, plus Daisy and Sweets all staring at them. Along with half the people in the bar. They all seemed to be waiting for something. The bar tender had stopped working. Brennan wasn't sure what for though. Booth sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You sure?" he asked. "Because now I'm going to have to do it properly and it's all your fault."
"I'm - sure..." as she'd ever be. She just realized that that was what she wanted. She had thought about it, just really quickly. "...properly how?"
"I am going to kill you after this." he whispered. He got down on one knee. Brennan heard Angela and Daisy gasp (Daisy perhaps a bit louder) but she tried to ignore it. She wasn't one for getting embarrassed, but this was that kind of situation. She wondered how Booth was feeling, he was the one knelt on the floor... she looked down at him as a last resort; his face said it all. Maybe he would kill her after this.
"Temperance, Temp, Bren, Brennan, Bones. Will you marry me?" he said straightly.
Brennan knew her answer, but she stopped to observe a few things. Why had she looked at Angela? Maybe because they both recognized the ring Booth had pulled from his pocket. Maybe because she needed her support, though she knew that she would get it. And sure enough, Angela was nodding, hard. Daisy was covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide. Cam was smiling and shaking her head. Hodgins and Sweets both had their mouths open, along with many other people that Brennan didn't know.
Booth coughed to regain her attention. "Don't leave me hanging..." he hissed.
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Sigh. I'm such a tease :D
There, in Booth's arms, was when she realized. She burrowed her head deeper into Booth's chest. She liked it there; it was safe. She was pregnant. And she was having a child, and it would be theirs. They would be a family, they would be happy.
There would be pain and there would be joy, was how Angela put it once Brennan had told her:
"You're pregnant? I... had no idea!"
"What a strange thing to say..."
"Sweetie... this is great! Oh my god! A baby! It's going to be gorgeous and I'm just going to cry my heart out!"
"For joy, right?"
"Of course for joy! What, do you think I'll become depressed? Oh my god, this is wonderful!" Angela was jumping up and down and she kept on listening to Brennan's stomach.
"You can't hear anything, Ange."
"I know, but when I do... It's going to be so awesome! He... or she will have super powers... super smart squint brain but with kick-ass FBI hotness."
"Ange, you're talking about a fetus as if it were an adult."
"I know. When it is an adult... so, are you going to ask boy or girl or do you want a surprise? You see, if it's a boy, I'll buy blue baby stuff. Girl, pink or purple. Surprise, yellow. You can't go wrong with yellow. And there are so many nice yellows..."
"I'll bear that in mind."
She hadn't been able to stop herself from laughing.
Hodgins reaction had been confusing:
"Really? That's great! Wow! A baby, huh? ... do I have to lie about this too?"
Cam's reaction had been more normal:
"Congratulations, to the both of you."
They had both been there to tell Cam. Brennan had dealt with Angela and Hodgins on her own. Sweets had been the strangest:
"This is a joke, right?"
"Sweets, we just told you that we're pregnant and you assume it's a joke?"
"Well, yeah. It isn't? Wow. Now I'm confused."
"That makes two of us."
"Three."
"Um... congratulations!"
She still didn't understand the joke, but she was very sure that it must have something to do with Angela. Who else?
It was a month later. She and Booth were together. She enjoyed having moments with him, and she liked having him there, not speaking. She had never been one for non-verbal communication but it was so much easier with him there. She didn't want to feel like this baby was hers, and she was alone in this. It was theirs.
Booth had been spending the last few months in a perfect bubble. There had even seemed to be less murders, though that probably wasn't true. But he didn't really care. He had spent all of his career caring about the victim; he still did, but less. The same had happened with Parker. Parker... he was as happy as Booth was about the possibility of a new sibling. Booth had made it very clear that there would be no preferences. The idea of it made him sick; no, he wasn't going to do that to Parker, or to the new kid. New kid... their kid. His and Bones. Wow. When did life become so perfect? Except, once again, he wasn't able to do much except stand by and watch the lump that would become their child grow slightly bigger. Gagh. Every chance he got he would hold Brennan in his arms, as his own way of saying that he wouldn't let her go. He might as well do something productive, and he wanted to be there every minute of the way.
Brennan didn't want him to go, and she didn't want to drive him away. She realized that she wanted a family, a real one. Why hadn't she seen it before? All she had wanted before was his sperm. Angela's words sounded through her head. Did you ever think, what if Booth is the perfect father for your child? ... What if you're throwing away the chance to have a family? A real family, because you're scared? Maybe she had been scared. But now she didn't see how anyone could be scared of something so wonderful. Yeah, it sounded cheesy, but Booth was the one that had explained to her what cheesy as an expression meant. Conclusion... she forgot.
"Booth?" she finally managed to say. Partly because her feet were getting sore from standing up for so long, even though she was leaning on Booth.
"Hm?" Even his hm?'s were refreshing to hear.
"I know." she said simply, as if he could understand the meaning.
Booth laughed lightly. "You know what?"
"Um... how do I say this..." she burrowed her way out of her chest.
"Whoa. Temperance Brennan, lost for words. Someone, take a picture."
Brennan laughed nervously.
"Wait... what is it?" He suddenly realized that this might be serious.
"Ok. I've always said that love, along with many other emotions, is, well, they are, ephemeral, but..."
"Hey hey hey! You love me!" he teased.
"What? No, that's not..."
"Yes it is! I could feel it! Ah-hah! Finally admitted! I swear, where is my camera?" he joked. Brennan couldn't help but smile at his reaction. It felt wonderful to get that off her chest, to let Booth know how she felt, and to have it mean that much to him. "Wow, what a night. Where's the champagne...?"
"I can't drink, Booth."
"Yeah, I know. Wow. You admitted it."
"You admitted ages ago, I don't see why this is such a big deal-"
"Are you kidding me? Dr. Temperance Brennan... love? All the people I want to be are here... you, me, duh, our child... We're having a baby!" he cheered.
"Are you drunk?" Brennan frowned.
"No, Bones, I'm happy. I'm not drunk. Whoa, you know how to down a guy."
"Oh... sorry."
"Yeah... Ok, downer's gone." he was smiling once again.
Brennan laughed. But she hadn't finished yet.
"I also wanted to tell you... that I would like to marry you." she waited to see Booth's expression, needlessly nervous for the outcome.
His mouth hung open. Obviously he hadn't been expecting that. "Wh- um..."
"What? Don't you want to marry me?" she said loudly.
"Yeah, sure." He lent in to whisper in her ear. "Bones. Do you see where we are?"
Brennan realized that she had forgotten. She looked up slowly... dammit. Founding Fathers, with the squint squad, plus Daisy and Sweets all staring at them. Along with half the people in the bar. They all seemed to be waiting for something. The bar tender had stopped working. Brennan wasn't sure what for though. Booth sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You sure?" he asked. "Because now I'm going to have to do it properly and it's all your fault."
"I'm - sure..." as she'd ever be. She just realized that that was what she wanted. She had thought about it, just really quickly. "...properly how?"
"I am going to kill you after this." he whispered. He got down on one knee. Brennan heard Angela and Daisy gasp (Daisy perhaps a bit louder) but she tried to ignore it. She wasn't one for getting embarrassed, but this was that kind of situation. She wondered how Booth was feeling, he was the one knelt on the floor... she looked down at him as a last resort; his face said it all. Maybe he would kill her after this.
"Temperance, Temp, Bren, Brennan, Bones. Will you marry me?" he said straightly.
Brennan knew her answer, but she stopped to observe a few things. Why had she looked at Angela? Maybe because they both recognized the ring Booth had pulled from his pocket. Maybe because she needed her support, though she knew that she would get it. And sure enough, Angela was nodding, hard. Daisy was covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide. Cam was smiling and shaking her head. Hodgins and Sweets both had their mouths open, along with many other people that Brennan didn't know.
Booth coughed to regain her attention. "Don't leave me hanging..." he hissed.
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Sigh. I'm such a tease :D