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Little Slice of Heaven

Chapter 2

Nine months earlier…

Seeley Booth stared in amazed wonder at the empty space on the bed that had just a few seconds ago been occupied by his girlfriend, Temperance Brennan. In the two short months they had been living together Booth had found that Brennan was one of those people who liked lingering in bed in the morning. And since finding out that little tidbit of information he had sought to give her plenty of reason to linger in his bed, which is how this morning had started, with him running his hands invitingly along the long lines of her torso. For a few brief moments she has receptive and even did some playful groping of her own, but soon the tones of her face turned sickly and she made mad dash to the bathroom.

In the six years he had known her she had never suffered more than a head cold, so this development was somewhat worrisome. Following behind her some moments later, he found Brennan seated on the floor, with her forehead resting on the rim of the toilet.

"Are you ok?" he asked gently, almost afraid that too much noise would set her off again.

The sound of his voice didn't, but apparently the motion of nodding her head did, and she was once again spilling her dinner last night. Not really knowing how to help Booth reached down and pulled strands of hair out of her face, and gently rubbed between her shoulder blades, waiting for this vomiting to ebb.

Some moments later, Brennan sat back and heaved sighing breaths.

"Can I get you anything?" Booth asked again using the same voice he used whenever Parker wasn't feeling well.

"Water." She replied rather curtly, but Booth wasn't offended, he figured he wouldn't be pleasant either if he had spilled his guts everywhere.

He returned moments later with a small glass of water, "Should I call Cam and tell her you aren't coming in?"

"No, I'm much better now. Besides my remains from Ethiopia are arriving today and I wanted to supervise the unloading."

"Right, because the trained professionals wouldn't know what to do without you." Booth said, a little sarcastically.

Brennan stood up from her crouching position and turned to face Booth, "Of course they know what to do. I wouldn't allow them to work near my remains otherwise. But my presence will ensure they work as close to perfection as possible." After making that statement Brennan cleared the bathroom and went into the closet to dress for the day.

Booth rolled his eyes after she was out of sight, he was definitely going to have to work with her on understanding sarcasm; if he couldn't get her riled up how would they ever get to the make-up sex?

*****

Several hours later Booth strode into the Jeffersonian's forensic lab scanning quickly to find Brennan. Up on the platform was her team busy making measurements and logging data, but nowhere to be seen was Brennan. Walking around the platform he made his way to Angela's office and found the artist sitting at her desk, fiddling with the computer.

"Hey Ang, have you seen Bones this morning?"

Angela looked up, "Yeah Booth, she's in her office."

"Is she ok?" Booth asked, not believing she would really allow the interns to handle her remains so easily.

"I don't know. She tossed her cookies all over the equipment this morning, and she's been locked in that office ever since."

"Ok thanks." Booth said as he walked away.

Brennan's door was shut and her 'do not disturb' sign hung on the door. He knocked on the door lightly. It took a few seconds before there was a reply, and then it was muffled by the solid door.

"Go away."

"Bones, honey, it's me. Can I come it?"

There some shuffling in the room, then he heard the metal clack of the bolt being unlocked.

Cautiously he pushed the door open, not really sure what he was going to see when he got in the room. Poking his head around the door, he saw the Brennan had already sat on the small couch. Stepping all the way into the room, Booth decided to break the silence, "Are you ok Bones?"

She heaved a heavy sigh but didn't turn to look at him, just gestured to the small white item sitting on the coffee table in front of her.

Booth walked over and picked up the item she indicated. He stared at the two stark lines glaring back at him and felt the ground fall out from under him. He dropped down on the couch next to Brennan, still staring at those lines.

"Bones, are you sure?"

Her eyes misting over slightly she indicated the trashcan that held no less than four other pregnancy tests, all with their varying positive signals showing.

Those tests signaled the death tolls to the small hope he was holding on to; hanging his head down to stare at his shoes. Breathing a ragged breath he wondered aloud, "How did this happen?"

Brennan couldn't help but smile at that question, "You were there for the conception; I would have thought you had at least a rudimentary knowledge of the act."

Booth smiled in spite of himself, "I can't believe you choose now to get a sense of humor."

Brennan sobered somewhat and stared down at her hands, noticing for the first time a slight tremor in them.

"How do you feel?" Booth asked, leaning down farther trying to catch her eye.

She leaned back on the couch and laid a hand on her still flat abdomen, "Lots of things, uncertain, nervous" as she spoke she looked over at Booth, "and scared."

Booth reached over and laid his hand on top of hers, "Me too."

Brennan closed her eyes and let a single tear roll down her cheek, "This changes everything doesn't it?"

Booth nodded, even though she wasn't looking at him, "Yeah it does."

Those words wrenched Brennan heart and caused more tears to flow, "I'm so sorry Booth."

Booth slide across the space between them, his heart breaking at the tiny squeak of a voice her's had become, "Hey, "he said whispering softly, "don't be sorry. This is going to be a good thing." He patted her belly and reiterated, "This is you and me baby, and that can't be a bad thing."

When she didn't respond he pulled her onto his lap, and leaning down to brush her lips with his he murmured, "Hey, I love you."

"I love you back," she whispered.

Encouraged by her answer he leaned down to her stomach and placed a small kiss on the band of skin above her waist band, "and I love you."

"Booth, the baby can't hear at this point in gestation."

He couldn't help but smile…leave it to his Bones to be logical at a time like this.

So how was it? Too sappy? Let me know what you think.