And look, I busted out another! :)
4:47
Seeley Booth quietly opened the door to the apartment, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door. He slipped off his shoes and placed his overcoat on the hook. He sighed, running a hand over his face. He quietly made his way to the bedroom, almost too exhausted to make it there. He opened the door and smiled, seeing Brennan sleeping, curled into a half ball, clutching his pillow. Her hand was resting on the side of her large baby bump.
Booth closed the door behind him and stripped. Left in nothing but his boxers, he slid in the side of the bed, moving behind Brennan and molding his body to hers. He slipped an arm around her, resting his hand on hers at her belly. She stirred slightly, enough to know that he was back home.
She sighed quietly, "I'm glad you're back,"
"Me too, baby. Go back to sleep."
"Mmmh, goodnight Booth, I love you,"
His body froze, but his mind was gearing back up, whirring so loud he was sure that she could hear it. Did she really just say that? "I love you"? Booth moved his head slightly, looking down at her, making sure she was asleep. He remembered something his mother told him once, something about the subconscious of the brain when sleeping . . . ? He and Jared used to ask her permission for various plans when she was asleep, and took her murmured "Mmm-hmm"s as a yes.
Booth looked back at Brennan and his eyed softened. She loved him. Temperance Brennan loved him. Seeley Booth. And he loved her back. He grinned stupidly, basking in the love for a moment. But his exhaustion kicked back in and he shook his head, determined to have a goodnight's sleep after the undercover operation. He looked at the clock, its bright green numbers showing the time. 4:47. Great. There goes the goodnight's sleep.
