The Tear in the Latex
The day of the morning after, she went to the pharmacy and bought folic acid supplements. As she passed the desk, she saw a sign within the encased walls behind that counter that read "Ask me about Plan B Emergency Contraceptive." The weight of the bottle of pills in her hand suddenly became heavier, as if somehow the laws of physics changed and now gravity exerted more of a force than it did yesterday. Sighing to herself, she smirked thinking that maybe Booth was right, that the laws of physics could be broken. Maybe they were the ones who broke them.
That wasn't the only thing that broke last night though. And when she finally had the ability to think rationally again this morning, she simultaneously cursed and applauded her decision about a year ago to go off her birth control. A decision that inspired this trip to the pharmacy after Booth dropped her back at her apartment and before she went into the lab.
She smiled briefly, her worries ceasing for a moment as she thought back to this morning. From her own experience and hearing many recounts of Angela's experiences, she knew the so-called 'morning after' mostly consisted of awkward conversation and a mad rush to gather up clothes. But this morning, she lay in bed with Booth, curled into his body as they softly talked and kissed the morning away. In fact, the only awkward moment only occurred when Booth haltingly tried to apologize for the condom breaking, coloring slightly when he saw the expiration date on the ripped foil package he hastily grabbed from his wallet last night read a year and a half ago. She just nodded, trying not to think about the empty box of condoms in his bedside drawer, or more accurately, the reason why it was empty, and not informing him that because the tear, they had not used any form of birth control last night. He had enough on his mind and she couldn't let anything distract him from getting Broadsky. A distraction could mean a bullet through the head and her heart stopped for a moment at just the mere thought of that occurring.
But, of course, being an educated woman and a scientist, she logically knew there were other forms of birth control that could be taken after the fact, after the mistake, the accident. The thought made her surprisingly sad though. What happened last night was beautiful and special and every other cliché she thought she would never experience. To think that any result of that could be a mistake or an accident, to her, would be similar to thinking that results of the most precisely planned experiment could be considered an accident after publishing.
She never believed in fate but this morning, staring at the sign behind the counter, she decided that this would be something she would leave up to fate. Walking up to the counter though, with the folic acid supplements in hand, she figured that if fate should intervene, she wanted to give that intervention the best shot possible.