Moment in the Memory Part 2
The hot water felt good against Booth’s face and shoulders
as he pushed against the tile of the shower. Things had changed direction
quickly last night on the walk back from the hospital. Hodgins and Angela had
welcomed their son into the world and shared their joy with all their friends.
Brennan had been given a chance to sneak off and visit Angela, while Booth
congratulated Jack, and then they had left the hospital together.
The walk was not a long one before Bones had begun to
question how Angela and Hodgins could be so happy with their world being turned
upside down. She had never understood how people could find joy in chaos and he
had tried to ease her fears by explaining that having a baby was the result of
Angela and Hodgins love and that everything would turn out fine. He thought
that Bones was about to defend her stance how this type of event would disrupt
their daily lives and work, but that was not what had happened. Instead Bones
had surprised him with news of her own; she was pregnant and he was the father.
Standing there in the shower Booth felt as if he had been run
over by a bus. He realized he was drained emotionally and his body felt tired
for the first time since coming home from Afghanistan. Booth pondered on this
as he shut off the tap and reached for a towel to dry off with. It wasn’t a bad
tired, but more like the feeling he would get after a long day of training and
carrying around a 70 pound pack in the desert heat. The type of feeling that
makes you glad for Saturday mornings and sleeping in.
With the hunt for Broadsky
over and cases that were more solvable, life had begun to settle back into a
normal pattern with one exception – Bones. This made Booth pause in front of
the mirror and wipe the steam off of the reflective surface. He quickly wrapped
the towel around his waist and went through the routine motions of shaving.
With each stroke of the razor he thought of how their partnership had begun and
evolved. As he rinsed the razor and
wiped the remaining foam from the sides of his face, he asked himself silently,
Are you ready for this?
Turning towards the door, Booth stopped just inside the door
frame looking out into the bedroom. He caught a glimpse of movement from the
bed and a muffled moan. It had been a long night of talking and of love making
for the two of them. He folded his arms and watched, taking mental note of each
curve and hint of skin that lay exposed from the sheet. She was so
knowledgeable and confident at her job of solving gruesome murders and field of
science, but when it came to relationships and life outside the lab, Bones was
a mess – a beautiful, wonderful mess!
Booth walked quietly over to the dresser and dug out a pair
of boxers and then a navy blue t-shirt. He grabbed a pair of jeans from the
closet and finished dressing. As he was putting on his shoes, he watched the
morning light and how it highlighted the chestnut hair that protected Brennan’s
eyes from its beams. He could have sat there for hours reveling in this
delightful sight, but he knew that it would not last forever and all too soon
Brennan would begin to wake.
Brennan awoke to the sound of humming and could tell Booth was
in the kitchen. He was apparently busy making breakfast and something sweet was
wafting through the air and tickling at her sense of smell. Brennan felt
slightly nauseated and her head pounded as if she had a hangover. She slowly
sat up, cautiously putting her feet on the floor; trying not to make much
noise. It had been a long and dizzying night of emotional release and physical
stimulation. She of course was right their intercourse was extremely physical
and they did have great stamina; in essence they were very sexually compatible.
So why was she feeling this sense of displacement and a bit
disoriented. She knew the nausea was probably the beginnings of morning
sickness as her body adjusted to the hormones, but these other feelings had
nothing to do with the pregnancy. She surmised it was her apprehensions about
pursuing a life with Booth. How could she love him and yet at the same time be
so scared; it was not logical to her. She had to repress her fears regarding
relationships and vulnerability and move forward. So, she grabbed a shirt from
Booth’s dresser and pair of boxers and made her way to the kitchen.
Booth heard Brennan as she approached the kitchen, the
squeaky floor board just to the left the prized bleacher seats had given away
her position. He continued on with making his famous French toast. Brennan
looked tired; as she hadn’t gotten much sleep either until the wee hours of the
morning. He couldn’t help smiling as she looked adorable in his clothes though.
Booth: “Hey there, good morning.”
Brennan: “Hi! How did you sleep?”
Booth: “Not bad, but a hot shower felt really good this
morning.”
Brennan winced a bit looking at the food and turned towards
the sink.
Booth: “Morning sickness?”
Brennan: “Slightly. It is to be expected I guess,
considering I am in my first trimester and it may take my body some adjusting.”
Booth: “Here let me get something that may help.”
Booth rummaged in the cabinet over the fridge and pulled out
a box of saltines. He then grabbed a mug and fished a tea bag out of a box that
was lying next to the coffee canister.
Booth: “Rebecca got really bad morning sickness when she was
pregnant with Parker and swore by saltines and peppermint tea. This should help
some…hopefully. I had them around as a hangover remedy.”
Brennan took a bite of one of the saltines: “Thanks!
Sometimes I forget you have been through this before.”
Booth watched Brennan as she sat at the café table on one of
the high chairs and nibbled away at her cracker and silently sipped her tea. He
finished turning the French toast and nodded in thought about what Brennan had
just said. It was true he was a dad already, but Rebecca had denied him what he
really wanted – a family. He had not been there for the moments he had wanted
to be and felt like he had missed out on so much with Parker. It was a moment
before he started to say what he felt needed to be said.
Booth: “Temperance, I need to say this and I don’t want you
to say anything until I have finished… okay?”
Brennan: “Okay…what is it?”
Booth: “Your right, I have been through this before with
Rebecca and Parker, but it wasn’t how I wanted it. Rebecca didn’t want to be
married to me, she said ‘No’ remember. As a result she kept me at a distance
through the whole pregnancy and with being in the Army, I missed so much. Hell,
I almost missed Parker’s birth -had I not gone AWOL. I want to marry you and you
know how I feel about this. I also know how you feel about marriage… but I
would give up the idea of marriage…”
Booth paused for a moment: “if it meant that I could have
all those moments I missed out on with Parker, if I could have them with you. I
want to be there when you go to the doctor and they do the ultrasound, I want
to be there every month and step of the way. I want to be there for my child’s
birth and to hold him or her. I want to be able to take my child home from the
hospital and celebrate with friends the way Angela and Jack did. More than
anything, I want to be there in the middle of the night when you roll over and
say ‘it’s your turn’ and rock with my child until morning. I want all of that
and I’m asking for that opportunity Temperance. Please don’t sideline me
because you think I have been through this before.”
Brennan felt the dryness of her mouth and as if the saltine
she had been eating was stuck in her throat. She took a quick sip of tea and looked
at the floor.
Booth: “Say…”
Brennan quickly interceded: “…Okay Booth!”
Booth paused mid thought. She had agreed and he didn’t need
to prepare a defense.
Brennan slid down off
the chair and walked up to him, looking Booth straight in the eyes: “I won’t
sideline you for this. I need all the help I can get! I have one concern and
that is how will the FBI handle this development? I think this will be a little
hard to hide from everyone in a couple of months.”
Booth sighed: “Yeah, this one is going to be a tough one to
explain isn’t it!”
Brennan slid her arms around his waist and laid her head on
his chest: “Sweets is going to have a ball day with this!”
Booth chuckled hard: “You mean field day!”
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