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Italics thoughts, usually.
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: Primigravida :
She was having Seely Booth's baby. His child.
Temperance found herself saying the word out loud to herself. "Child. Child. Child." A test drive of sorts. Regardless of the tsunami of nerves gathering in the pit of her stomach, she couldn't help but smile. This was finally something that she wanted. After moving in with Booth, she had started to see more and more of Parker, and the 7 year old had stolen her heart. On days when she and Booth spent hours with him, taking him to the movies or bowling, or just playing Frisbee in the park, she would crawl into bed that night wishing for a tiny person of their very own to share more of her time with. Coming home from work after a long case, she would spend too long gazing into Parker's room from the doorway, (irrationally) imagining that the boy all these magnificent toys belonged to was her own.
It wasn't as if they were actively trying to have a baby, that wasn't what either of them had wanted. They were, as Angela had so elegantly put it, "not not trying to have a baby", simply letting nature happen.
From her usual anthropological standpoint, she saw the benefits of procreation. But the words she was usually so keen on just sounded cold now that she felt the urge herself. It wasn't simply a matter of furthering the species or seeing someone with your nose, it was about having your entire world shift, about giving new life and making the world just a little bit better with the beginning of that new life. No longer would her universe be Brennan-centric, bones-centric, or even Booth-centric. Her world was now going to be baby centric.
When Booth wandered into her office looking to take her to lunch some 45 minutes later, she was sitting at her computer. But the laptop had long ago been left alone on favor of gazing at the envelope on her desk, and it took her a few seconds to notice he was even there.
"Hey Bones, lunch?" His tone was soft but he looked more than a little worn out. Their most recent case was trying and she didn't blame him for being tired. When she spotted her partner leaning on the doorframe she bounded towards him, grappling the envelope in her left hand. Booth met her halfway, trying to pick up on whether or not his forensic anthropologist had good news or bad new in her palm. One thing was for sure, she was anxious. When she got close enough he could see the spark of joy in her eyes that only meant one thing. Definitely something good, then. When she handed him the envelope he eyed it curiously, turning it over in his hands for some sort of clue. Realizing the envelope wasn't going to reveal its own secrets, he reached inside, fumbling to retrieve the letter.
As he read through the paper in his hand, he had no idea what any of the words were trying to say, (Blastocyst. Corpus luteum. Primigravida.) but as he kept reading he had a nagging feeling of déjà vu. As he continued to sort out his thoughts and dissect the letter further, Temperance interrupted his thoughts.
"If you propose to me as a result of this, I will hit you."
: Fin :
Authors Note: I have plans for the rest of her pregnancy, but I'm not sure if I should stop here or continue.