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Chapter 2...
Brennan had been back at the Jeffersonian for a good hour. Slowly the day passed by, minute upon minute, tibula by fibula. But bones weren't the central focus on the timid anthropologist's mind. Brennan was in wallowing in her own thought. The questionable situations she'd let herself fall victim to. She had dipped her toe too deep into the water of irrationality. Her mind swirled with the events surrounding the last month with Booth.
All of these events began after the death of Vincent. Everything always has to go back to that hell of a day.
She didn't know what she was doing. She really had lost her train of thought. The train ran right off the tracks that night. It ran right into Booth's warmth and intrigue. My, what an interesting man he was. To be blunt, they slept together. We were one that night. One united mentally and physically. Their slurred thoughts of the previous events were clouded by sheer thoughts and glimpses of each other. They were like two teenagers who had just met. They had such electrifying energy as they explored each other. Before this happened, they were just friends. An occasional kiss under the mistletoe and a bout of sexual tension, but never this. Until now. Now she was expecting his child.
Brennan snapped back into her conscious thought. Hmm..Booth should've called to check on her by now. Since he dropped her off and hour ago. Normally, he'd have already asked several times now how she's doing.
Today was different. No call. No texting. No email. Nothing. Definitely out of Booth's normal behavior. She usually found it annoying, but the silence of her phone was unsettling. Something had happened. Fear entered Brennan's high resolution senses.
It was shortly after seven o'clock in the evening, Bones turned the laptop in the lab off and started on her way home.
With amazement, she found that Booth was already at home. Joyfully, she went upstairs to her apartment.
When she had opened the door quietly, voices flooded to her ear.
She attributed Booth's voice, but unfortunately the second voice failed to click in her mind. Bones could only hear the pitch of a woman. Unphased, she hung her jacket on the rack and put the key on the sideboard. Then, she went to the living room, Booth still wasn't in sight. Who was the woman with him? She could now hear faint laughing, she followed that familiar sound, it seemed to come out of her bedroom. Bones opened the door. What she saw broke her heart...
Booth was with another woman, in her bed. Carefully, she grabbed at her tiny bump. Tears ran down her cheeks. A shiver drove down her spine. Booth was the driver.
How could he do that?
Booth didn't notice that Bones had seen him.
Bones quickly left her bedroom. Enraged, she slammed the door behind him and ran out of the apartment.
Only then, did Booth notice that he was caught, he also knew exactly who had just slammed the door. What a huge mistake he had made. How could he hurt the woman he loved more than anything? How could he do that to the woman carrying his child? He couldn't...but he did.
He dressed quickly to chasing after his future.
Once he got to the parking garage, he noticed Bone's taillights. S***. Too bad he had forgotten his keys up, so he could not even go after her.
Wallowing in her own in tears, Brennan drove through Washington, D.C.
What should she do now?
The man she loved more than anything had cheated her with another woman. It may have been okay a month ago, but she was pregnant now. How in the world he could do that?
Angela. Her first clear thought was Angela. Angela always knew exactly what to do. Brennan drove straight to Angela's house. Countless tears ran down her cheeks. She didn't bother to wipe them. She got out and walked to the door, then rang the bell. A little later, her best friend opened the door. What Angela saw made her gasp. Without words, she took Bones in her open arms and led her into the living room, to the sofa.
"Sweetie, what's going on? You look terrible. What happened?" Curiosity and concern traced Angela's voice.
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