A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews and alerts for the first chapter of this story! It might end up being a *bit* longer than I initially thought. I promise it won't be as epic like some of my fics! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the last!

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Chapter Two: To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

"I was thinking how good this feels, being in your arms."

"I like having you there," Booth said with a smile.

Bones snuggled closer to him.

"You can stay in my arms for as long as you want," Booth whispered.

He mentally amended his statement to include 30, 40, 50 years.

Booth held Bones for a while. It could have been a minute or an hour. Neither party could say. When Bones released her hold on Booth, he let his own arms slacken at his side. No longer embracing, Booth looked into Bones' luminous eyes and was transported back to the night the baby was conceived.

One minute, she was lying silently against his chest, the next she was kissing him. This kiss had a quality that their other kisses had lacked, and it was unrelated to the tragedy that has brought Bones into his bed. There was trust in this kiss, a willingness to share a new level of intimacy. Surely, the Temperance Brennan he'd met seven years ago would never have considered coming into his bedroom, teary eyed, for comfort. Even the Bones he'd known five years ago had been reluctant to accept comfort in the form of a 'guy hug'.

Yet, he was still leery. Among the worst possible outcomes Booth could imagine for he and Bones was that they'd share a night of love making, she'd regret it, and they'd never get a real chance to be together. Then, Bones looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes and said, "I want this."

"Booth?" Bones asked, waving her hand in front of his face.

"Oh, sorry, I just kind of zoned out for a minute."

Bones nodded, "I should be getting home."

"No, stay. Stay tonight. Please."

"I don't know, Booth."

"Just to sleep, Bones," Booth clarified.

Bones considered before replying, "Okay."

Booth smiled and leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips.

"It's been a long day. You must be tired. Let's get to bed," Booth said, taking Bones by the hand.

They walked hand in hand into the bedroom. Booth released Bones' hand and reached into his top drawer.

"Here's a tee shirt and some sweats to sleep in," he said handing the aforementioned items to her.

"Thank you," she replied, "I am going to wash up before bed."

"Okay," Booth replied as he watched her go.

When she returned, Booth had changed into pajamas and turned down the sheets.

"My turn," Booth said merrily striding towards the bathroom.

Bones sat down on the bed then flopped her head down on the pillow. She turned over and buried her face in the pillow, inhaling Booth's scent. Suddenly her senses were overwhelmed with memories of that night.

The feel of his muscular chest beneath her fingertips.

The sweet taste of his mouth melding with hers.

The sight of Booth's body over hers.

The sound of his voice, breathy, when he said her name. The name he'd given her years ago.

"God, Bones, you're so beautiful," he'd said as he'd seen her naked for the first time.

"Are you okay?" asked Booth alarmed to find Bones' head buried in his pillow.

Startled, Bones whipped her head up, bumping it on Booth's headboard.

Booth rush to her, "Oh! I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you."

Booth pulled her into his and gently rubbed her head, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it's fine," Bones said, wiggling from his embrace, "Sorry, I'm just kind of warm."

"I might have a sleeveless undershirt for you to wear," Booth offered.

Bones shook her head, "That's okay."

"You could…umm…leave some clothes here. Only if you're comfortable with that, of course," Booth suggested shyly.

Bones smiled, "Maybe."

"You do look pretty sexy in my tee shirt, though," Booth said of the blue FBI shirt Bones wore.

"Thank you," Bones said with a yawn.

Booth ran his palm along her cheek, "Let's get some sleep."

Bones nodded and laid back on the pillow. Booth did the same. Bones turned away from Booth then scooted over so her back was spooned against Booth's.

Booth brought his arms around her and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Bones replied.

Booth let his hands rest on her abdomen, and his thoughts drifted to the life that grew beneath, the life they'd created.

"I hope it's a girl," Booth said dreamily.

"A girl would be nice," Bones agreed, "But, as long as he or she is healthy. A boy might be a better playmate for Michael."

Booth had to think for a moment about who Michael was. In the startling revelation of less than an hour later, he'd forgotten about the momentous event that occurred earlier.

"At that age, kids play with anyone. Some of Parker's best friends early on were girls, because most of the neighborhood kids were little girls."

Bones nodded and yawned.

"Sorry, I'll let you get to sleep."

Bones sighed contentedly and rested her head against Booth's shoulder, "Good night, Booth."

"Good night, Bones. Sleep tight."

Booth listened to the sound of her breathing as it became shallower and more even. He was in awe of Bones' willingness to spend the night in his bed. In some ways, the act of her accepting his invitation to sleep at his place seemed more intimate than the night their baby was conceived. Tonight, Bones wasn't fraught with grief and questioning her humanity. They were just Booth and Bones doing something that couples do. As his hand gently caressed her stomach, Booth considered that he might just have everything he'd ever wanted: a future and family with the love of his life.

Booth thought back to Bones' words to him in front of the Hoover building last year.

"I can't change."

Yet, she already had changed in so many ways, like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly. After their day trapped in an elevator, Bones had told him that when they'd met, she was 'impervious'. She was wrong. Bones might not have let many people in during the early years of her partnership, but he'd witnessed the plight of many victims, and a few perpetrators, touch her deeply.

Booth leaned forward slightly to drop a kiss in her hair. He'd thought Bones was asleep, but after kissing her, Booth saw a smile grace Bones' face.

If Bones hadn't lost her imperviousness the night they'd made love, he was certain that she had now.

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