As the result of a request I was informed of by Nyre The Black Rose, I have written this story to take a look at what could happen in the aftermath of Bones' stunning revelation. Having read some of the excellent stories that have been written about the now famous scene, I only hope that this offering of mine meets with equally positive approbation. Gregg.

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

A Few Weeks Before

Bones woke up, Booth's arms around her as they had been when she fell asleep, crying over the cruel injustice of Vincent's death. For the first time in a long time she felt indescribably safe, and loved. After all of the heart crushing let downs of the past year, the worst of which was being told by Booth, in the aftermath of her breakdown in his SUV, that Hannah was not a consolation prize, she was finally able to hold onto him and know that she was ready. Maybe not the total lack of imperviousness that she had told him she needed, but close enough. She felt just the right combination of imperviousness in order to do her job and watch as Booth rushed into dangerous situations, yet have the strength to admit, and act on her feelings and emotions. Feeling a pleasing prodding against her abdomen she smiled. This was an extremely pleasing way to wake up. She let her free hand wander down Booth's abdomen, teasingly covered by his dark blue t-shirt, and let her fingers skirt along the edge of the waist of his sweat pants.

"Not that I'm complaining, Bones, but, uh, is this the right time?" she heard Booth ask a little groggily, though she knew that with his sniper senses he had known exactly what she was doing the instant her hand began moving.

She looked up at him, her face a bit red from all the crying she'd done in his arms, and the tears having left drying tracks on her cheeks. He was looking down at her, a worried expression on his face. Not disapproval, she knew, but concern that if they did this it could fracture and destroy the fragile foundation they'd been building since the incredibly important discussion they'd had in the aftermath of their time in the elevator.

"I don't know," she told him honestly. "I don't know if I'm overly emotional because of what happened to Vincent, or I'm terrified that I won't see you again when you go after Broadsky. All I know is, I want this, and I know I'm strong enough now to be able to take this step."

Booth was torn. There was no question that he wanted this. His anger had left him some time before, and he was confident that she had left enough of her imperviousness to make this work, but it still nagged at him that if this was for the wrong reasons, then it could ruin any hope of them making a real go of a relationship.

"Please, Booth," she said with a serious look in her eyes.

Booth didn't say anything. Instead he leaned his head down and kissed her. Softly, intimately, but enough behind it to give her his answer. He groaned when he felt her hand slip underneath the waist band of his sweats and grasp his morning erection. They were definitely going to be late for work.

The Present

"I'm pregnant. And you're the father."

Booth stood there not knowing how to react. The very happy events of the evening had created a contended sense of genuine family, and he was reminded of when he held his son Parker for the first time. He was happy for Angela and Hodgins, but he hadn't been able to keep some of the sad emotions surrounding his own situation vis-a-vis Parker from bringing him down slightly. Now he had just been told by the woman he had been in love with for years that he was going to be a father once more. Then it slammed into him. He was going to be a father! The slow, widening smile he used when he was at his happiest, and reserved for Bones alone, appeared, and he saw the relief on her face. She'd obviously been quite nervous about his possible reactions.

"Seriously? Us? We're going to have a baby?" he blurted out, the excitement clear in his tone, and shining in his eyes.

"Uh, huh," she said nervously, talking in the reaction of Booth. She was sure he was happy, but this was so sudden, and his bad experience with Rebecca regarding Parker had to be on his mind. Before she could even try and reassure him she was swept up in his arms.

"You're the best, Bones!" he shouted, laughing, and crying mixed together.

When she was back on her feet, but still pulled close to him, she looked up at his face and got a serious look on her face.

"You know I won't ever do to you what Rebecca did, don't you?" she asked. "If this doesn't work between us, you will have equal rights to our child. You know that, don't you?"

"Hey," he said, a smile on his face. "I know. You're nothing like Rebecca, Bones. Now let's go and have something to eat and just savor the moment."

Bones smiled. "Yeah," she said, an almost dreamy quality to her voice. Then she got a stern look on her face. "And no treating my like an invalid. Hodgins drove Ange crazy with his over protectiveness, and I won't stand for it."

Booth laughed as he put his arm over her shoulders and they walked on. "No promises, Bones," he said calmly. "Besides, that's the best part."

"For whom?" she muttered, but let herself lean into his body and enjoy the warmth it created, and the comfort.

A/N: There's the first chapter. This story will be a few chapters long and have a reasonable amount of humor, seriousness, and smut. I hope you all enjoy it. I will be posting the next chapter of The Stash tomorrow. Gregg.