She shouldn't have been there in the first place. But he'd wanted to be the cop after hearing about it on his police scanner, and she had wanted to be on scene when they caught him.
The Gravedigger.
He had thought he owed her that.
But now... now he wished he had never turned on his scanner. He wished he had chucked the thing out the window when he had had the chance.
They had been on their way home from lunch. He was dropping her off, making sure she would be comfortable and would stay in bed and write, just like the doctor ordered. She had been banned from the lab by her prenatal, her gynecologist, Booth, Angela, Cam, and Dr. Goodman. Even Hodgins had suggested she take it easy until the baby was born.
So she had, for a whole week now. Booth had been proud of her, knowing how much it was killing her to just sit and not think about work. Fortunately she was still able to write, and her newest novel was coming together even better than the last. He had read the dedication one night while she was sleeping. Dedicated to my loving husband, Seeley, and our little "peanut."
A tear slipped down his face. Their peanut.
No. He wouldn't do this. Wouldn't make it harder for her. He had to be strong. But now she was crying, too, big, salty tears leaking down her face, sobs that wracked her weakened form. She moaned as she cried, with a grief so overwhelming words stopped having any meaning.
He tried to hold her hand, to pull her into a hug, but she resisted, batting her fists against his chest and sobbing.
"Temperance, it's not your fault." He tried to reassure her, tried to keep his voice steady. She ignored him, hugging her empty belly and wincing at the stitches keeping the bullet wound together.
Then suddenly she was calm, collected Temperance Brennan, wiping away her tears, mask of complete unfeeling washing over her features. It made his chest ache to see it.
"Bones, come on. It's gonna be alright."
"No, it's not. It will never be alright again. I killed her. I'm a failure of a mother. You never should have married me." She stated, her voice cool and calculated, listing facts.
"You didn't kill her! Bones, you did everything right! I put you – put her – in danger! I killed her!" His resolve was breaking. It was just too much. He had already lost his daughter. He couldn't lose his other girl, too. His tears came swiftly and silently, a soldier's tears. "Bones, don't push me away. I need you." He begged, burying his face in her lap and letting his grief take over.
"Peanut..." She allowed one more tear to leak down her face as she held her sobbing husband. "We loved you..."