Booth stared at the blank ceiling, his hands cupping the back of his head as the events of the night replayed in his mind for the millionth time. I'm pregnant…you're the father. The words echoed in his skull even as he struggled to listen to Bones' words.

"And let's not tell Sweets. He's probably going to psychoanalyze us before writing this stuff into his book," Brennan chattered away, now that the ball of stress lodged deep in her stomach was finally unwinding. "Booth! Booth!" She grabbed her second container of the green curry before stabbing her chopsticks to pick up the remaining sticky rice. She was ravenous; it was quite possible that she would soon turn into the water buffalo that Angela was always referring to. The thought did little to deter her from shoving the food into her mouth although she did file the fact to the back of her mind. Starting tomorrow, she would pay more attention to her nutritional needs. For now, she was just hungry.

She slumped next to her partner on the couch jarring him awake from his daze. "Booth! Booth! Are you even listening?"

"What?" He looked at her tenderly; the goofy smile now a permanent part of his features.

"Why do you have that stupid smile on your face?"

"What smile?" Booth tried, unsuccessfully to hide a self satisfied smirk.

"That smile!" Brennan announced before slurping the last bit of rice and curry. She burped, and then giggled. "That was very rude of me, sorry."

"It's okay, Bones. You need all the food you can get. You want to take care of my baby girl right in there."

Brennan pulled back amused, "Pregnancy does have its perks. And a girl? And how do you know that?"

"I don't know. Just a feeling."

"That's irrational. Not to mention completely inaccurate. I would refrain from making such deductions," Brennan frowned before putting her feet up on the center table. Wanda's impossibly high heels had been a strain on her back as well her calves. Booth noticing her discomfit pulled one of Brennan's legs on his lap.

He massaged her calf slowly, his large hands gentle against her soft skin. "You're going to be a mama, Bones!" He announced once more as though waiting for it to sink in.

"I see you're happy about it."

"Happy? Over joyed, Bones. Over joyed. That's the word you should be looking for," Booth smiled again.

Brennan shook her head, laughing, "the smile. It's back again."

"What smile?"

"The one that says I've managed to impregnate the female of the species. Anthropologically speaking, males tend to feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that they've managed to fertilize an egg. In some cultures, they even celebrate manhood for the off spring that it brings. Obviously people have forgotten that it's the female who does all of the work. In fact..ouch!"

Booth smiled apologetically even if he didn't' feel one bit sorry. He hated it when Bones ripped him apart in the name of Science. He smiled cheekily instead, his words turning into a sexy drawl, "well it's not every day a guy gets to know that he knocked up Dr. Bones."

"Dr. Temperance Brenan," she corrected him.

"Fine, Dr. Temperance Brennan," Booth repeated picking on the fact that she didn't seem too troubled about him knocking her up.

"Lower still. My ankles too," she commanded, and Booth chuckled. He couldn't wait to see what the rest of the pregnancy would bring.

"So Bones, were you, ah, nervous about telling me? Like when did you find out?" His hands wandered past her calves, and up her thighs, but she didn't seem to notice, or want to stop him.

"Yes," she confessed, her eyes glued to the opposite side of the room, suddenly very interested in the lone vase that stood holding its tulips.

"Yes, what?"

"I found out this morning, before I got to the diner. The corpse at the bowling alley seemed to nauseate me, and I've never had any trouble with the smell of decaying flesh before."

"Of course," Booth murmured, rolling his eyes away from her.

" I've had an inkling, yes, particularly when I didn't menstruate on time. It seemed a plausible scenario that was just confirmed by the home pregnancy test."

"And you're sure?"

"I took it ten times, and visited my doctor this morning. She confirmed my doubts, and here we are. Pregnant. I wasn't sure about how to tell you, but the waiting room had an interesting documentary playing about unmarried mothers, and their children; the men almost always seemed furious at the conception, and it was troubling me."

"Wait. What documentary?" Booth had an idea, but it seemed a little too far fetched at the moment.

"The one with young mothers, and fathers; a documentary very similar to the guidos."

"Teen moms? On MTV? Aww Bones," Booth couldn't help but laugh out loud at the absurdity of her mindset.

"Look Bones, you'll be a great mom, alright. Besides those were kids with no financial options."

"And I am very rich. You make a valid point Booth."

"Yes. And I'm going to love this baby to death. Just like I do Parker. I'm very happy to have this baby. It's like an early present." Booth rubbed his hands in glee, and Bones narrowed her eyes at him once. She wiggled her toes tellingly, and he smirked once more. "I see you're getting used to the idea of having me around."

"I've been thinking that you would make a wonderful father to the little baby, and I'm quite open to the idea of you being in his or her life."

Booth willed her to stop there. He had this feeling that she was going to bring up the futility of marriage or a monogamous relationship. He winced in advance waiting for the crushing blow to come.

And when it fell he wasn't quite sure whether it was merely a figment of his imagination. He must have looked a sight as he stared open mouthed, his eyes dazed.

"Booth? Are you alright? So what do you think?" Her forehead wrinkled as she leaned forward to touch his arm.

"About?"

"Moving in together?"

"Us? As in you and I?"

"Yes."

Never in his entire lifetime had Seeley Booth ever expected the rational Temperance Brennan to proposition him. And so he did what every man in that position would have. He pinched himself; just to make sure it wasn't all dream

A/n: Corny? Yes. But I was dying to write a fluffy BnB. Will of course include their lovely jobs digging up dead corpses – it's the least I can do. Hopefully you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing. Please leave a comment or two, just so I know what you're thinking.