[Author's Note: This is going to be my hiatus fic, I hope I'm going to be able to stretch it until we can finally stress out over promo's and little teases again. Is it September yet?

So, this will be M from chapter 2 on, just because I can't resist their cuteness. Let me know what you think! Post-6x23 (and I'm one of those people who completely freaked out and cried and laughed for at least 3 days after the finale, actually, I haven't stopped. So be prepared.)]

"For once, losing so much control over personal happiness was bearable. Because she wasn't losing control alone. They were doing it together."

Uncharted Lands.

1. Revelations

'I'm… I'm pregnant,' she finally said.

He looked at her. She stared back, worried, because his face wasn't showing much of anything. Shock, maybe. But not reassurance, love, happiness or anything else.

'You're the father,' she added, her heart racing with insecurity, anxiety and fear, her brain trying to think what else she could say to make him believe her.

Then, his ears connected to his brain again and a smile appeared on his face. A tiny one at first, slowly but surely evolving into the smile that was hers and hers alone. The smile he gave her when she'd done something ridiculously emotional, when her heart popped in overdrive once more. Just like now. Suddenly, her own face broke into a smile as well. She was scared, and she didn't know what to think of the news herself, but still, she felt happy. Happy and grateful.

Booth tried to control his mind. Pregnant? Bones? How, when? He knew how and when. Why? He knew why. Because God was watching. Because he was granted a life with this amazing woman in front of him. Tears welled up in his eyes. 'Pregnant?' he asked, his voice heavy with emotion, and he reached for her.

She nodded, still smiling up at him, witnessing how he registered everything and his mind made a decision. Acceptance. 'A baby,' he muttered. His arms reached for her and she moved towards him, being enveloped by him like she had been that one night, after Vincent had been killed. That one night that had decided the course of their lives together. And for once, losing so much control over personal happiness was bearable. Because she wasn't losing control alone. They were doing it together.

As she he felt her melting into his embrace, the questions started coming. How did she feel? Did she want this? Was she going to accept his part in it? And then, he realized this wasn't the time. At all. Were they ready? He didn't know. He knew he was ready, he wanted this, hell, it was all he wanted of the future. But did she want it? Was she ready? His hands caressed her back, and when he leaned back to look into her eyes, he found her looking at him, trying to find answers of her own.

'Are you ok with this?' he asked softly. She looked at the ground before meeting his eyes again.

'I'm not sure whether 'ok' is the right term, but I accept the consequences of our actions,' she said. 'What about you?'

He smiled at her. 'I want this. Bones, I want it. If you want it. It's gonna be amazing, Bones. Our little baby, can you imagine it?'

'It's.. Pretty amazing, right?' she said, her eyes glistering.

'Yeah, it is,' he nodded, taking her back in his arms again.

'We should talk about it,' she said, her voice slightly muffled by his coat.

'Yeah, we probably should. Come home with me,' he said, she nodded and he started walking towards his car, cradling her to him like a knight protecting his princess. And in a way, that's what he was.

They had first spent the night together after Vincent had been killed. She had needed his comfort and he had needed hers, and later, comfort alone hadn't been enough. They needed each other's love. And at one point, they had simultaneously sought it in each other, and found it in soft, warm lips and searching, learning, soothing hands. Even though it hadn't been planned, it hadn't been a mistake and it had opened up a door to a new universe for them.

After that night, Brennan had spent a few nights alone, but in the end, the drug that was his love had a stronger hold on her than she thought. She couldn't sleep without him. So she had sought him out once more, and once more he had been there for her. Willing her to stay forever, he had held her close to him all night long, and ever since that night, that was where she had been every time the sun went down. Right there, in his arms.

However, the only night they had made love unprotected, was their first night. And it had been enough to conceive a child.

Now, she was sitting in his car, looking at him, wanting him to say something. But he didn't. He was so scared that what he wanted to say would be the wrong thing, that she wouldn't want to hear it. And he couldn't lose her. Not again. So he settled for letting her talk.

'How did you find out?' he asked softly, while driving to his home.

She looked at him, her eyes uncertain, was right now the best time to discuss this?

'Eh.. Just before this case, why?'

He looked at her, his eyes soft and comforting. 'It was.. That one night, wasn't it?'

She nodded. 'Yes, Booth. It was the only time when..'

'Yeah, when we didn't use anything. I'm sorry, Bones..'

She frowned. 'But.. I thought you wanted this?'

'I do,' he corrected himself hastily, 'But it should have been our choice, Bones. But I'm very happy that it happened.'

'It's just overwhelming,' Brennan added.

'Yeah,' he nodded. 'And really unexpected. But still, it's amazing and I want it.'

'I want it too, Booth,' she admitted. 'I don't have much time left if I ever wanted a child. And now I can have that.'

He hesitated a moment. 'Bones.. You know.. You know I have to be involved, right? You can't raise our child alone. I won't let you.'

She nodded. 'Yeah, I know. I don't want you to.'

'What?' he misunderstood her completely. 'Bones, we talked about this.. Before my brain tumour, remember?'

'No, no! I meant, I don't want you to let me raise it alone. I want you to be involved.'

'Oh,' he sighed, relief washing over him. She looked at him, and found reassurance in his response.

Then they reached his apartment and he let her in first, his hand finding its place on her lower back. As soon as he had closed the door she turned to face him, standing about two metres away.

'Are you sure we can do this, Booth?' she asked, her face betraying every ounce of insecurity she felt. His face softened, his eyes showing her everything he felt and wanted. 'Yeah, Bones. Come here,' he gestured for her to find her place in his arms.

She did, the need for his warmth overwhelming her once more.

'Yeah, we can do this,' he repeated. 'We're gonna do this, Bones.'

He felt her tears dampen his shirt and he leaned back to look at her face.

'What's wrong? Oh Bones, you're not happy about this, are you.'

'No,' she said a little louder than she meant. 'No, I am happy. It's just.. Our whole lives are about to change, Booth.'

'And you're scared it won't work out.'

'Yeah,' she admitted, and his hand came to brush through her hair and hold her to him.

'Look, I know it's hard, but just.. Trust me, ok? We'll be ok, we're going to take this one day at a time and before you know it you'll be used to it.'

'To what? What are we going to do, Booth? How are we going to deal with this?'

And he didn't know. He didn't know where they were going to live. If they were even going to live together. How often they'd sleep in the same bed, cook for each other and drive home together. If he would do the groceries, or her, he didn't know.

'I.. We'll figure it out. Let's just.. Enjoy it, for now, ok Bones?' he asked her, and she nodded into his chest. 'Ok.'

After a few moments of unguarded peace she disentangled herself from his arms and headed for his bathroom, without saying a word. He knew he had to let her go, so he did, assuming she would come back to him when she was ready. He made two cups of tea and got ready for bed, tired from working undercover and everything that had happened. He heard the water run in the bathroom, and he smiled at himself. Leave it to Bones to take a shower without letting him know. But he was grateful, because it meant she knew his shower was hers. And his life was hers. He was ready to share everything with her and she seemed to understand and accept it. At least the first part of it, where his home was hers.

Fifteen minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, wearing one of his oversized shirts and sweatpants. He was sitting up in bed, the covers over his legs. She hesitated a second before getting in next to him, taking the still steaming cup from the nightstand on her side.

'Thanks,' she smiled at him and he nodded. 'Sure.'

Sipping their tea in silence, they thought about their new life together. After a while, Brennan broke the silence.

'Are you still angry?'

He looked at her, and his eyes already told her his answer. 'No,' he answered truthfully. 'I feel good. You?'

She sighed. 'I'm a little angry at what you call fate, but other than that, I feel strong. Strong enough to handle this. Although I'm also scared.'

He nodded. 'That's understandable, Bones. Neither one of us saw this coming.'

'It was inconsiderate of us not to use protection,' she muttered, not meeting his eyes.

He smiled. 'Well, I think the fact that we were consumed by sadness, grief, passion and heat kind of made us inconsiderate.'

She looked at him, her eyes serious. 'Still, it shouldn't have happened. I should have known better.'

'Look, Bones, we did it together, remember. So it's as much my fault as it is yours. But you know how small the chances of you immediately getting pregnant are, right?'

'Yes,' she simply stated. 'You would call it a miracle.'

'I would. And it's our miracle. And I'm grateful for our miracle.'

The more he repeated the word, the more it sounded right. Their miracle. She put a hand on her belly, and he noticed it, moving closer to her to cover her hand with one of his. 'You are carrying my child, Bones. That's the most beautiful thing in this world.'

She looked at him and saw the softness and adoration in his eyes. And she believed him. But there was one thing that she was really scared about. The girl that had been abandoned for the first time at fifteen, and so many times after that, still didn't completely trust him to stick around. Even though she knew he would do it for the child, she still didn't believe his level of commitment to her. And it scared the hell out of her that she could end up alone again, especially now.

After a while, he pulled her closer to his chest, his arm coming around her shoulders, the other still on her stomach. 'I want to tell you something,' he said softly. She nodded, settling into his broad chest. 'Ok.'

'I.. I know you don't believe in marriage. And I'm not going to ask you because I leaned my lesson last time around..' She cast a glance at his face and saw a flicker of sadness cross his face at the memory of another rejection. Her heart soared with sadness and the need to comfort him, and she snuggled a little closer. He tightened his hold on her and continued.

'But if you ever.. You know, if you ever change your mind, tell me. Because I don't want to pressure you into anything, but I'm yours. I knew, Bones. Right from the beginning.'

His words from that cursed night found their way to her ears and tears welled up in her eyes. He didn't see it, her head settled under his chin, but he felt her tremble and his hand softly stroked her arm, letting him know he was there.

'Thanks, Booth,' she said. 'I still don't know if you can say with certainty how you feel about me in forty or fifty years, but.. I'll try to make this work.'

'Just be truthful to me and to yourself, Bones. Tell me how you feel, even if you think I don't want to hear it. Then this will work out fine, trust me.'

'I know that I will always have strong feelings for you,' she continued. 'But I cannot be more precise as to the nature of those feelings.'

He smiled. 'That's ok. As long as you know now, and you let me know if they change, then that's ok.'

She finished her tea and put the cup on the nightstand, getting under the blankets, preparing to sleep.

'A baby, Bones,' Booth whispered before putting his own cup down and joining her. She turned to face him. 'Crazy, right?'

'Our baby,' he repeated, putting his arms around her back. She moved closer, her own hands on his chest, and she sighed. 'I'm so glad you're not mad.'

He chuckled into her hair and she felt the movement vibrate through his body. 'Of course I'm not mad. I love it.' And he kissed the top of her head, and it was the last thing she felt before sleep overtook her.