Booth's POV
She was insane! I mean, asking me to be the father of her baby in therapy? Sometimes I wonder what is going on inside that giant brain of hers. If I was Sweets, I would tell myself the reason I was so angry with her was because she already knew what I was going to say. How could I possibly say no to that woman? Besides, I would never be able to handle her raising the spawn of satan.
My nervous pacing around my living room came to a gradual stop and I sat down defeated. Who was I kidding? My reasons behind agreeing to this are absolutely and completely selfish. If this was as close as I was going to get to a relationship with her, then I would take it.
A knock at the door startled me, and I looked at the clock confusedly. It was almost midnight, who was there? I looked through the peephole in my door to see Bones, looking more vulnerable than I had ever seen her. I opened the door and she blew past me into the house, all previous vulnerability seemingly wiped away.
When she was comfortably seated on my couch I asked, "So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"
She looked confused and opened her mouth probably to spew out some squint speak about how this area was not a particularly deciduous area and therefore could never meet the classifications of a forest and I silenced her with an explanation, "It's just an expression Bones. It means I'm wondering what your doing at my house at midnight."
"I apologize for my inconvenient timing," she told me not looking the least bit sorry, "But I was not able to sleep without knowing your answer to my question. I need to be able to find a suitable donor if your sperm isn't available to me."
"Jeez Bones," I replied sarcastically, "You sure do know how to make a guy feel special."
"I didn't realize I needed to compliment you in exchange for sperm," she replied, oblivious to my obvious sarcasm; a quality I had once found annoying but had recently become endearing.
"Of course I'll give it to you Bones," I told her, "Your my best friend and I want you to be happy. Besides, do you really want to raise Fisher's kid?"
"Fisher and my child would certainly be intelligent," she replied objectively, before her face shifted into a teasing smile, "Although I really don't want to raise a depressed little forensic anthropologist who in all honesty looks like a deformed animal."
I laughed aloud at her unscientific statement, in shock that she had uttered the words that I had been thinking, "Wow Bones, that's got to be a blow to his self esteem. Having a beautiful woman turn down his intelligent sperm in favor of not as intelligent sexy sperm."
She raised an eyebrow and said, "Feeling cocky today, are we?"
I smiled and pointed at my belt buckle in reply. She shook her head in exasperation, but I could see the smile she was trying to hide. We sat staring at each other, our faces gradually sliding back into their original positions. I looked at her and tried to picture her carrying my child.
Bones would be a great mom, I was sure of it. She may come off cold and distant, but underneath the facade is the wealth of emotion she is too afraid to show. I tried to imagine her belly swollen with my child, and I felt the pain even just imagining that I would have no part in this child's life. I wouldn't get to see all of it's firsts and only get to observe it growing up from afar.
Bones seemed to sense my discomfort and asked, "Is everything all right Booth?"
Our eyes met and I shook my head no saying, "Bones, I would like to add one condition to my sperm."
"Okay..." she replied, waiting for me to state what the condition was.
"I will give you my sperm if you take care of Parker for one entire day," I told her, "All by yourself. No babysitter, no dad, not even me. If you even want a baby after that I will take that as a sign that you are most definitely ready for a child."
"But Parker is 10 years old Booth," she argued, "He is nothing like a baby would be."
"Honestly Bones," I sighed, "I thought you were supposed to be the smart one. You do realize that babies grow up, right? You know, into children? If you're going to do this on your own, I need to be absolutely certain that you are 100 percent ready for our baby."
"I understand Booth," she replied, hurt evident in her voice, "You don't believe I would be a good mother."
"Bones I think you're going to be a great mom," I replied mentally scolding myself for not phrasing my words better, "I just think you've used too much logic in this. Kids don't use logic. They do things on a whim, and I just don't think you realize the responsibility you're taking on here."
"That is an extremely reasonable argument Booth," she said surprised, "I guess you've been spending a lot more time with the squints than you originally planned. I have to say, it has only helped you."
"See Bones?" I said quickly reverting into playful teasing, "That's exactly what you should have done when asking me for my guys but better late than never, right?"
"My thoughts exactly," she replied. I stuck my hand out for her to shake.
"So," I said, "Do we have a deal?"
"We have a deal," she confirmed, and we shook on it.
"I have Parker this weekend," I told her, "So I'll drop him off at your house at 6:30 in the morning on Saturday. That's what time he's usually up so we can watch cartoons."
"I don't have a television," she replied with a patronizing tone. I smiled insipidly at her.
"Well that's one thing that is most definitely going to change before you have a baby," I told her, "So either get one in the next week or improvise. Whatever you choose to do you get him at 6:30. His bed time is 9 o clock on the weekends so bring him over to my place and you can put him to bed. Then you can reevaluate whether you want a child or not."
She got a defiant look on her face and said to me, "I can't wait."
Getting up, she thanked me for not kicking her out even though it was past midnight now and left quickly. Having settled the battle raging inside of me, I was finally able to gall into a peaceful sleep.
A/N: So I've lately been writing stories completely on a whim. This one is going to be either a twoshot or threeshot. I haven't decided yet. If it's a twoshot, the next chapter will at least be double this one. Review mes amis! :)
