Fingers and Toes
Just something that's come to me, while I'm a little stuck on Page 6. Hope this makes up for the writers block and all my loyal readers, and newcomers, I hope you enjoy this.
Disclaimer; I do not own or associate with Fox, Bones or Hart Hanson. Any copyright infringements I do make are not on purpose and I do apologise in advance.
"I'm pregnant," When she spoke those ten letters, two words, one phrase, one sentence, the joy and love that filled his heart was extreme and he never felt happier. This was the day his life felt complete. The smile that spread across his face explained well and truly how he felt, yet he could feel their was an underlying motive to her words, the pressure around his heart that seemed to overcome the joy. They joy that they should be celebrating together, but the distinct look on his face told him she wasn't as thrilled as he was. Yes, she did ask for his sperm. Yes, she did want to be a mother. And yes, she could be the best mother, a mother who wouldn't abandon her child, like her own. But there was something beneath the surface, something behind the crystal blue orbs, something wrong in the smile that crooked against her face.
"Bones," As Booth spoke his words were stuttered with a large lump forming in the back of his throat. Booth paused before speaking again as the tears starting to form in her eyes, wanting to cascade down her face and she felt as if she could collapse into his arms. "What's wrong?" When he finally spoke again it was the trigger he never wanted to pull, the tears seemed to slide down her cheeks, landing in a soggy puddle at the bottom of her chin, a few salty droplets edging into the corner of her mouth as he nose started to slightly run.
"I don't want the baby," His breath hitched to match hers, with her words ringing alarm bells in his mind. His body became limp and his mouth became dry with the revelation of her words. He knew something wasn't right the moment she told him just moments ago, but nothing like this.
Opening his mouth, no words came from Booth's vocal cords, so he shut it again. Swallowing hard, Booth parted his lips again to speak, "Why?"
That one word, why, was all it took for Brennan to stopped the tears from shedding as the first time she met her eyes with his, the devastation clearly showing in his own rich brown orbs.
There was a long pause before she spoke and when she did, even she didn't believe the words she was speaking, "I'm not ready."
"No one's ever ready for parenthood Bones. I'd just recovered from my gambling addiction and started at the FBI when Rebecca fell pregnant with Parker," Brennan knew the first half of Booth's sentence was correct. Ever since finding out she was pregnant, she'd googled pregnancy and everything related to being pregnant on the internet, yet she still couldn't come to terms with the fact she'd be bringing a life into the world. A part of her, with Booth. A part of them.
"It doesn't matter Booth, I'm booked in to have an abortion the day after tomorrow. You've got up to twelve weeks to terminate a pregnancy and I'm already eight and a half weeks," Her words seemed to flow from her mouth as if she was giving an Anthropological speech to a group of students or interns sitting before her in an auditorium.
Booth's eyes dropped to his feet, a tear managing to escape the corner of his eye as he quickly wiped it away, before titling his head upwards to face her, "No."
Brennan stood confused, but pressed, "Booth, I've already booked the appointment, I don't want this child."
"I do though, I'll raised our child - our child Bones," The words cut his heart as he spoke them and he could see they were cutting her as well. It wasn't a light decision, he just made, maybe a rash one at that, but he knew he may never get the chance to become a father again, and if there was a chance the baby could be a girl, a daughter for him, he was going to take it.
~*~
The sound of his alarm woke Booth from his sleep as he encountered the same dream he'd been having for the past fourteen or so months. Pulling himself up and against the backboard of his bed, Booth rubbed his eyes and slammed his palm against alarm clock as it started to echo through the bedroom once more. Throwing the doona and sheets off his body, Booth climbed from the bed and padded softly towards the door and down the short hallway until he came to a door, painted a sheer white with the letters of his daughter's name spread across the door in a pink that Angela had sent up for her first birthday after Booth moved apartments. He smiled at the letters and the waft of vanilla that swept through his nostrils as he slowly opened the door, peaking through the crack towards the cot situated in the corner next to the window where a nice stream of sunlight bounced off various pieces of furniture in the pink room.
Smiling once more, Booth swept a finger over the cheek of his daughter, her chocolate brown curls coiling around her delicate round face as her blue eyes stayed pursed together. His hair, her curls, his smile, her eyes. Tracking his eyes around the room, he walked gently towards her oak dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt and jumper along with a pair of socks and grabbed her favourite pair of pink sandals from the bottom of her shoe rack. For a little girl, she possessed more clothes than he'd had in a lifetime. But she was his princess. A sister for his son, a daughter for the love of his life. A niece for aunt Angela, aunt Cam, aunt Padmae and aunt Amy, a nephew for uncle Hodgins, uncle Jared and uncle Russ. A granddaughter for Grandpa Max, a great-granddaughter for Pops.
Giving a brief chuckle, Booth collected the items of clothing and placed them on the change table set up in the opposite corner with a fresh nappy and baby wipes handing off one edge. Casting an eye back over to the sleeping child, he noticed her stir and an arm outstretched as she seized the same pinchy face her mother carried when she was waking with a stream of sunlight behind her eyes. Watching as she rubbed her eyes as pulled herself up into a sitting motion, Booth sprinted over to the cot before she let a lungful of screams and to tell her father and the occupant on both sides of their apartment know she was awake.
"Hey their sleeping beauty, daddy's here," Booth cooed as he scooped her up into his arms, gently rocking her back and forth in a hug like grip her asserted onto her small body.
"Daddy," She rubbed her eyes which led Booth to chuckle a little as he padded over towards the door once more as he settled her onto his hip with her head snuggling deeply into the crook of his neck, the same position her mother used to do when they'd snuggle down in bed or on the couch together.
"Let's wash your face and get some breakfast into you missy," Booth smiled as she lifted her head slightly and giggled as he pulled a face when they entered the small, yet sufficient bathroom.
After washing both their faces and splashing a little more than needed water around, Booth positioned the little girl into her highchair at the table and went about in the kitchen as she sipped at the water in the sippy cup Booth had placed in front of her with a piece of banana he snapped off, while he ate the left over half.
"Banana pancakes or oatmeal," Booth debated as he opened one of the cupboards and sighed. Whipping his head around to his daughter, a smile spread across his facial features, as like most mornings, he'd let her decide what both of them would be having for breakfast, "Banana pancakes or oatmeal, Amelia?"
"Cakes," Amelia giggled from her highchair as Booth grabbed the shake and mix plastic carton of pancake powder from the cupboard and another banana from the dwindling fruit bowl.
"You're going to make us both fat Amelia Christine," A chorus of laughter and giggles escaped both their mouths as Booth grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured a splash into the plastic bottle, screwing the lid back on and shaking it violently to mix together the contents.
Amelia watched her father cooked their breakfast as she continued to sip on her water and play with the banana more than she was actually eating the piece of fruit. The little girl knew nothing of her mother, but she seemed content with her father and brother, when he's around. The giggles that escape her vocal cords when Parker's around, is music to Booth's ears as he see's the happiness that they bring to each other. If only Bones knew how much her daughter was like her.
As Booth served up the pancakes on two plates, a plastic one for Amelia, a glass one for himself, his phone began to chime and vibrate its way across the dining table. Quickly picking it up, Booth answered like he always did. "Booth... Angela slow down... I can be there in a couple of hours... I'll meet you there, bye Ange."
"Come on little one, lets eat," Booth smiled as he placed the single banana pancake in front of his daughter. Watching as she quickly scooped a piece up in her fingers and chewed. Booth just sat and watched her, knowing that it wouldn't be long until both their lives changed. As he'd said to Angela, he'd be there in a couple of hours. And in those couple of hours, that's when both their lives would change. That's when Brennan would finally have to confront the both of them. Together. The daughter she abandoned. She'd promised herself she would never do what her mother did, but she did. And now fourteen months later, it was time she came back into the little girl's life. Booth knew form the various conversations with Angela that Brennan longed for Booth to return to DC, but was too stubborn to admit she needed him just as much as he needed her. So now it's their chance. A chance to reunite and became the family they should have been when Brennan told Booth she was pregnant. Now is the time.
I though I'd do something different, and at the start of each chapter I'm going to do a flashback to a part of Brennan's pregnancy that correlates to the chapter I'm writing. Please give your opinions on whether you think it's a good idea or not. I'd love to hear all feedback. Hit that green button and review. Emily xo.