"Are you sure you packed those glasses properly?" Brennan asked, as she waddled between packing cases.

Booth rolled his eyes and stood up straight, pressing his hands into the small of his back, leaning backwards trying to unkink his spine. "Yes Bones. For the five hundred and thirty seventh time, I wrapped them in newspaper and then in bubble wrap, just as you instructed me to. OK?" he looked up at the ceiling of his apartment. He stared at the faint crack that ran between the door and the light fitting. He has looked at that crack every day for the last three years and thought, I'm gonna patch that next weekend. But next weekend never seemed to come. Between having Parker come and stay, and work, and then Bones moving in. It didn't matter any more. He had given up his lease and would be gone by the end of the week.

"Did you put a ball of" Booth cut her off, "Yes Bones. I put a little ball of bubble wrap inside each glass to stop them getting crushed" he said, his eyes almost bugging out of his face staring at her back as she bent over to try to shift a box. He jumped over the carton in front of him, and grabbed at her hips to stop her.

"Bones, can you just sit down somewhere and stop fussing. Look, you can give me directions from the sofa. Just sit down!" Booth begged her. She was nothing if not stubborn. Their baby was due in the next four weeks or so, although he worried that if she didn't start taking it easy, their daughter would arrive early.

"I'm not fussing " she said, the irritation in her voice, quite apparent. " I just want to make sure that we get everything to the new place intact. Honestly Booth, I sometimes get the feeling you don't even care!" she said. Booth smirked at her. "Bones, half of my stuff is, frankly, rubbish. You on the other hand, have heaps of amazing, beautiful things that will be better suited to our new home. It's much nicer than what I have." He said looking at a jelly jar that he had been using as a glass. "I mean, look at this!" he held out the glass for her to see.

Her mouth twitched at the corners. Booth saw it, and felt his own mouth curl up, and then laughed "Why am I even bothering with stuff like this?" he asked her, not really requiring an answer as he threw the jar in the trash can. He then turned to the kitchen bench and started grabbing all the mismatched glasses, dumping the lot in an empty cardboard box. "I'm not even going to take them with us. It's stupid." he said, brushing off his hands.

Brennan, unable to just sit down, began wrapping Booth's trophies. He had won them as a youth, but she knew that he was proud of them. They were a reminder of happy times at school. She knew how that felt. She had three or four boxes of awards that she had won whilst at school. Brennan glanced over to the corner of the room. She took a deep breath and broached the question that was on her mind "Booth, do you really want those blue seats?"

Booth turned and stared at her, his mouth open, forming an "O"

He walked over to her, standing in front of her, "You're kidding right? Bones, you know how much trouble we went to getting those up here?" he said, remembering them being stuck in the old elevator with the seats on end. He smiled remembering how he hurt his back and how they had to climb out the top of the elevator. "Of course they're coming with us." He held up his hands, palms facing her, as she opened her mouth. "Granted, I don't know exactly where they will go, but Bones. You know what they mean to me."

She did know. She had just hoped he would think it was too much bother moving them again. Brennan frowned at the hurt look on his face, feeling bad that she had even suggested he leave them behind. She nodded, reaching up and placing her hand on his chest, "I'm sorry. Of course they are coming with us." she said, meaning every word. She remembered him telling her about his father and how they had sat on those seats. Booth didn't have too many good memories about his dad, but this was definitely one of them. She felt guilty that she had forgotten that for a while.

Booth looked down into her beautiful face. She looked tired. But of course she'd never admit to it. When he called her out on overdoing things, she would start reciting stories about native women who would still be working in the fields right up to the day they gave birth, stopping only to cling to a tree, while squatting as their child slipped from their bodies. How they would bite through the umbilical cord, wrap the baby in a rag and strap it to their back and continue working. He shuddered, leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Just try to take it easy for the rest of the day, please? For me?" he asked.

Brennan made a little moue with her mouth and shrugged. "I'm hardly exerting myself, Booth. That's why I have hired professional movers to come in and pack up my apartment. But. OK. After I've wrapped these, I will go and take a nap." she said. She actually was feeling tired today, but her pride wouldn't let her admit that to Booth outright. He smiled at her, his eyes so soft and full of love, "That's my girl" he said. He looked around the living room, littered with cardboard boxes of various sizes and shapes "It's going to take me a few more days to sort through all of this stuff." he said. He hadn't realised how much junk he had accumulated over the years he had been living there. Tucking things into the back of cupboards, under the bed, in the corners of rooms. He grimaced. It was taking a lot longer than he thought. He had things that meant stuff. That brought back memories. How do you decide which of your memories are worth keeping and which are expendable. he thought, frowning at the mess around him.

If it's busted, it's going he decided picking up a baseball bat that had a cracked handle. He had played high school baseball with that bat, hit a few home runs too. he smiled to himself. It was useless now, but it was something his father had given him, it wasn't easy to let things like that go. But. He looked at Bones, carefully packing his college sporting trophies in a carton. Times had changed. He was going to live with the woman he loved, he was going to have a new baby, in a new home. Their home. There was no place for broken things. And he still had his memories. He dragged a large empty carton towards himself and dropped the bat in it and nodded.

Brennan placed the last trophy in to the box with the others she had meticulously wrapped and smiled. "There. And now, as promised, I'm going to go and lie down. Just for a half an hour. My back is aching today." said, pressing her hands into the sofa, pushing herself up. She stood up slowly, grimacing as she straightened her back. She blew out a long breath, rubbing her hands over her swollen belly, flexing her shoulders back. The weight of the child growing in her and her now swollen breasts were definitely putting a strain on her spine, she acknowledged silently.

"You sure you're OK? I read that back pain could be a sign of labour" he said. Brennan smirked, and shook her head "Well I'm impressed you have been reading up on things Booth, but I assure you, I'm not going into labour. I simply have a sore back." She looked at her watch. "Can you wake me up in about forty five minutes?" she asked as she picked her way through the cardboard minefield.

"Sure Bones. Hey, how about Chinese food for dinner?" he asked. He didn't want to cook. He'd packed up half the kitchen anyway.

"Sounds good Booth. Don't forget. Forty five minutes" she said nodding at him and pointing at the clock which read five thirty five.

"Yeah, yeah." he replied waving his hand at her to go. He had no intention of waking her before a good hour and a half had gone by. She needed a decent rest, he decided. They could just have a late dinner.

"Do you need me to tuck you in?" he asked jokingly before she closed the bedroom door.

"No thank you." she said looking back at him. "Oh. That was a joke, wasn't it?" she realised. She smiled and closed the door as he laughed and winked at her. "Have a good nap" he said, looking around the room again before flopping down onto the couch. He couldn't be bothered packing any more today. His knees and feet were aching and his right shoulder was stiffening up. He picked up the remote and pressed the power button. The TV flicked to life and he hit the channel up button four or five times before settling on an old Cary Grant movie. Man that guy had class he thought to himself as he leaned back into the couch. He wasn't sure how long he had been watching before his eyes began feeling heavy. He reminded himself that he had to get Bones up soon, just before he dropped off to sleep himself.

Old Spice! Made a man of my son. Now he's kissing all the women and his chores ain't done

Booth's eyes flew open as the jingle invaded his consciousness. "What?" he said, his voice croaky. He focused on the TV, as he coughed the frog from his throat, watching a woman sliding along the floor on her back and up onto a couch. He blinked a few times, and wiped at the corner of his mouth, feeling the drool on his chin. He looked around, noticing the room was dark apart from the flickering glow from the television. He squinted at his watch.

2:08

AM? he thought groggily, suddenly realising he had been asleep for around seven and a half hours!

Bones! Guilt washed over him. He promised her he'd wake her up for dinner. She can't afford to miss meals in her condition! he stood up, his back and knees screaming their objection at him. God I hate it when I fall asleep on the couch he thought, groaning inwardly as he took a few steps, his hands pressed into his back just above his hips. He looked around for the remote, unable to see it in the dim light. "Where the hell?" he asked nobody in particular. He ended up getting onto the floor on his hands and knees and finally found it pushed down between two cushions on the couch.

He sat back on his heels, pointed it at the TV and breathed a sigh of relief as the irritating laugh of a late, late night talk show host disappeared. But now, of course, the room was pitch black. God dammit to hell he muttered as he knocked his shin on the coffee table. He lifted his phone up, shining the dim light from the screen at the floor in front of him, helping him pick his way through the minefield of cardboard.

Booth stood in the bedroom doorway and blew out a deep puff of air. Brennan was fast asleep, lying on her side, her hands folded delicately beneath her face. He stared at her, his head tilted to the side, a smile on his face. He shook his head, as he walked towards the bed, then noticed a plate on the bedside table with a quarter of a sandwich on it. Why you little he thought as he looked at the plate. Clearly Brennan had gotten up at some point and made herself something to eat, leaving him asleep on the sofa. He stood next to her, hands on hips So she got up and ate, and left me asleep? Dammit Bones, you are infuriating! he thought, picking up the bit of sandwich and shoving it into his mouth whole and chewed it as he stripped off his clothing. He turned off the bedside light.

He crept around the other side of the bed and slipped in under the covers, trying not to disturb her.

"Finally woke up?" she murmured.

Booth rolled his eyes at the ceiling, waiting for her to say something about dinner. But, within a few minutes she was breathing evenly.

Booth stared at the dim silhouette of her head for a moment, swallowing the remnants of the sandwich, then shook his head and rolled over, his back to her. He closed his eyes, hoping he could fall asleep, considering how long he'd already been sleeping for.

"You owe me a Chinese dinner" she muttered.

Goddammit