The Love In Me

Brennan looked at Booth, worry filling her veins. "I'm," she said and let out a soft nervous laugh. "I'm pregnant," she got out. His face dropped. "You're the father. His face transformed from a scared pain, to an overly happy wide grin. She couldn't help but smile back.

"Your… Your pregnant?" He asked with a foolish grin.

"Yes."

"With my baby?"

"Yes." He stood there starring at her. "Are you going to say anything else?"

"Oh my god!" He exclaimed with absolute glee. "You're having my baby! We're having a baby!"

"Booth, I think we covered-" Not allowing her to finish her sentence he scooped her into his arms. His lips crashed lovingly to hers. She'd never been swept off her feet before figuratively or literally. Thought she felt it was foolish, she let the love and emotion soak in. An emotion she'd never felt consumed her. A rage unconditional love. She finally realized how it fully felt to love someone. She knew she loved Booth but now it enlarged ten fold. She thought that she'd fully felt it when they made love… When she understood the words make love, because it was so much more than sex. As the kiss held both of them in she reflected on that night.

Brennan's head rested on Booth's chest, sobbing heavily. It seemed for an hour he let her cry. She pulled away though, and looked up to him. His sad hand pushed her hair out of her face, and lingered on her jawline. He wiped her cheek, though she was still crying softly. He moved it from her jaw to her chin, then to her lips. Both her lips, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"Thank you," she barely got out.

"For what?" he asked.

"Being here. Letting me cry," she explained. His hand moved over her cheek once more.

"You will always have me to cry on," he promised her. She nodded, and let another tear fall. He wanted badly to remind her that he loved her, but he didn't know what her reaction would be. But she started moving closer to him, and he was surprised when he felt himself leaning in as well. When their lips touched, it was gentle. It was a kiss of need, but not lust. A kiss of longing for someone to love, and hold on to. A kiss of meaning she wasn't alone. He needed that right now too, and couldn't ask to receive it from anyone else.

Brennan pulled back lightly. Her fragile exterior showing out of every pore. "Booth, I... I need you," she whispered. Her voice cracked from crying.

"I know," he replied. Their lips caressed once more. He could taste her tears, and it made him want her more. To prove to her she had him forever. With soft hands he reached under his sweater she was wearing, tenderly touching her stomach. Slowly he pulled her up, and took off the sweater she had on. He took a small breath in as her bra slipped off. His gaze moved from her chest, back to her eyes which still filled with sadness. With her shaking hands she reached out for his shirt, lifting it off him. With shaking hands she ran her warm skin, against his. Her hands trailed down to his pant, and slipped them off with ease. Then hers. Their lips touched again, and he carefully leaned them down on the bed. Her legs moved to his side. With love he moved his lips to her neck. Gently he pushed himself inside of her. A half cry, half gasp escaped her lungs. He looked up to her. "Are you okay?" He asked. She nodded, her cheeks still moist and shimmering in the small amount of light entering the room. "Are you sure? We don't have to continue." He said though he didn't want to know that he was in her.

"I'm fine. Please, don't stop," she pleaded. Her hands moved around his neck. He sweetly began moving with her. Their bodies moved as one. Taking breath at the same time. Their movements weren't harsh or for desire, but filled with longing and care. When she gripped his skin it wasn't for the need of the motion, but the need of the action of their love. Even when it grew faster and harder it still was somehow tender. They both felt the other reaching out for the want of them. Even as they ended they called out each other's names. He collapsed beside her, and held her in his arms. Her head rested on his chest, his heart beat pounded rapidly against her ear.

"Thank you," she repeated. He kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you too," he said to her. She looked up to him.

"I don't want to pretend anymore," she admitted. "I don't want to dance around each other... I don't want to live my life like that anymore. I love you, and though it's hard for me to say that, I have to now. I can't hide it anymore."

"I love you too, and I don't want to conceal it anymore either." She pushed up slightly, and kissed him lightly. Her head rested back on his chest, and they drifted off to sleep.

The morning sun blossomed in the room, and Brennan's eyes fluttered open. Booth's face laid close to hers, his breath hit her face. Her hands ran to his chest, which was bare. His hand rested on her bare hip. Her soft fingers traced his muscles.

She'd never acted like this. Never felt like this. What happened last night was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. The softness, and carefulness of his love. Careful not to dent her already shattering demeanor. He actually put pieces back. It was odd how she'd always thought it would hurt her, but now she saw it healed her. Though she didn't understand the logic of it, she let it run freely through her veins.

The overwhelming happiness of his touch gave her some life she didn't know she had. She'd never had actually made love, it had always just been sex for her. Not this time though.

Booth's eyes opened, and he smiled lightly. But a tear fell from her eye.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm happy. I'm so happy right now... More than I've ever been," she said holding back a sob.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because Vincent died yesterday, and I'm happy?"

His hand touched her cheek gently. "It's okay to be happy."

"It is?"

"Yes. Vincent would want you to be happy. Don't beat yourself up about it. Got it?"

She nodded. "We should probably get to work."

He lifted his head, looking at his alarm clock. "Yea," he said agree because of the time. "Got a bastard to catch."

She smiled lightly, and they climbed out his bed.

Booth pulled away, and his hand touched her cheek. He was smiling still as was she. Her hand traveled down his arm. Her heart was beating fast.

"I'm so happy right now," he told her.

"Me too." She heard her phone go off in her pocket, and she lifted it out. "It's my Dad." She said and hung up.

"You not going to answer it."

She looked back up to him. "Not right now… I just want to be with you," she said without really thinking about her words.

"When are you going to tell him?"

"I don't know… We have to tell everyone we are together, and soon. Then I think we should tell them we are expecting."

"So we are waiting, letting them absorb us being together first?"

"Yes…" She took a deep breath. "What's going to happen between us?" She asked.

"What do you mean? We are going to have this baby, and love it unconditionally."

"I don't mean that, Booth."

"Then what do you mean?"

"You can't be with me and be partners with me," she reminded him.

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