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Booth looked down with a smile as he kissed his boy's forehead. "Goodnight bud" He said endearingly and he left the room. Parker was fast asleep and Booth knew that it was now time to speak to Bones.

Brennan waited anxiously by the front door. She didn't bother to sit down or even try to relax. It was time to talk. She would get a final answer tonight. They would discuss it, anyhow. She would be reasonable and accept any answer she was given; this was a sensitive subject, she reminded herself. You're asking Booth for a child, Temperance, be reasonable. This is a big deal.

She wanted to let herself believe what her logical façade would suggest. She is merely asking for a sperm donor. She wasn't asking for him to conceive with her or to take care of this child. It would be the same as going to a sperm bank or asking Fisher for a sample. She knew that wasn't true, though. It wouldn't be the same, because she had specified why Booth would be the best donor: she wanted his attributes in her child.

Dr. Lance Sweets said she is expressing her "hidden desire" for Booth sexually. Did she mention how much she hated psychology? It's absolutely absurd. She'd never "expressed" a sexual desire for Booth. Although, she did find him pleasing to the eye. She didn't love Booth, hell, she didn't love anyone. Romantically, that is.

Or was she just lying to herself? For being someone who seeks out the truth so aggressively, she was quite the liar. She only lied to herself though and as a result others may have been led astray. She'd done it all her life, how could she just face the truth now? That is, if there was any truth to face.

As she swayed in her indecision, Booth sat down on the couch to her left. In his many years with the FBI, he could read a face, especially Bone's. She was nervous, anxious, and indecisive. She was uneasy and uncomfortable, but she was trying to be brave. This was something big, something important to Brennan.

Booth smiled warmly, trying to soothe her. "Sit down, Bones." He pleaded.

"Alright" She acquiesced and awkwardly sat down next to the man she was about to ask for child.

"Relax," He put his arm around her shoulder and quickly retracted it. It was too easy to touch Brennan. It was too easy to want her. It was too easy to admit that he wanted her. It was too easy to wish that she would want this baby under different circumstances. It was too hard to let her raise his child without him.

"I'm fine."

Booth, however, knew she wasn't. He got up and grabbed a bottle of scotch. He poured two glasses. She shot him a questioning look. "Nothing cuts tension like scotch."

"You suggest we should be drinking?" She laughed. It was ironic, because if her request was granted, there would be no more drinking for at least a year.

"Yes, I do." He smiled his best crooked grin and handed her the glass. He sat down as he took a sip.

"This is hard liquor, if I drink this entire glass, I will become intoxicated." She informed him.

"Really? I'm curious…what kind of drunk is Dr. Temperance Brennan?" He teased.

"I've been known to become very sexual when inebriated."

"Ha, a slutty drunk? I would've thought you to be a violent drunk with your track record and all." It worked. The alcohol wasn't even needed to break the tension.

"I resent that Booth. I am not a harlot."

"Hey now, no one said anything about harlots…" He winked.

"What about you? What inebriated persona are you?"

"Uhh…I'm not sure." He dismissed it, knowing that he was the most idiotic drunk there ever was. He would ramble on and prattle about the most ridiculous things and spill his true feelings. Drunken words are sober thoughts, and for that reason, he thought it best not to let Bones ever see him drunk.

"We need to discuss something, Temperance." He said looking down at his glass.

"You…you used my first name." She spoke softly

"Well, this is an intimate topic." At the instant she knew that they were thinking the same thing. She seemed weaker now that she was in this private setting with Booth. It was different from the earlier requests in the car or the lab; those were comfort places, places that didn't intimidate her so much.

"So you've thought about it." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah, Bones, I want to say yes"

"Good! Thank you Booth!" she hugged him and for once, he didn't hug back.

"No, Temperance, I want to say yes, but I don't know if I can. I want to do this for you, but I can't just walk away. I can't just leave my kid Bones! You of all people should understand that!" He was now getting emotional. He thought about Parker who was sleeping blissfully in the other room, he thought about how this night could change everything. Parker could have a little brother or little sister, and depending on Brennan he might never know it.

"Booth, I told you, I would love this child. I could never leave it. I will never be my parents. Never." Tears welled up in her icy blue eyes and she knew that this was pivotal, that everything depended on this. "I know I'm asking for a lot, Booth. Please."

"I have to be involved. It's my child."

"Booth, I'm not going to marry you or anything."

"I'm not asking you to marry me." He choked. "I'm simply requesting that you let me father that child. Let me wake up and feed it. Let me change its diapers and hold it. Let me tell him or her that I love them. Let them know that their daddy would never leave them. We don't have to be romantically involved, I just- if you're going to have this baby, I'm gonna step up. It's who I am"

"I know. Okay. You can be as involved as you want, but this is my child Booth. I'm making decisions for them."

"I understand. Thanks Bones. Thank you. I'll do it." He wiped his eyes. He had wanted her to have this child all along; he just wanted to be included. He wanted her to have this, but only deep down to himself would he admit that he wanted her to have this baby with him.

"No, thank you Seeley."

"He said yes?" Angela asked a smile spread across her face.

"Yes, he wants to help parent, though." Brennan said no longer bothered by that. She was getting what she wanted after all. All that irked her was that this man cared and was adamant to not cower down. Everyone she'd ever been around had cowered and left with their tail between their legs. Her parents, Russ, ex lovers, they'd all given up on her and had never fought for anything. Booth did, though. He would not give up, he would fight to the death for his cause and it scared her.

"Sweetie, this is a good thing. This is a big deal, it's a human life. You're not going to want to do this alone." Brennan opened her mouth to protest, but Angela was quicker. "Besides, you'll be spending a lot of time together and this baby might just bring you guys together."

"What do you mean?" She asked, lost again.

"Well, Bren, it's obvious you asked for his sperm for a reason beyond his dashing features" Angela swooned momentarily, but then was serious again. "When are you two going to stop kidding yourselves and admit that you are completely in love with each other?"

"What! I don't love Booth." She said defensively

"Please! Thou doth protest too much"

"Is that Shakespeare? Which play is that from? Or is it a sonnet?" Brennan asked hoping to distract Angela.

"Yeah, I think so… and I don't know…I saw it on TV; Anyway, what I'm trying to say is no matter how much you say you don't love him, you do."

"This child is going to change everything, isn't it?"

"You have no idea." Angela said

"Booth and I are going to change?" Brennan sat down now fearfully aware of how life altering this decision is.

"You're having a child together, Bren, think about this…are you sure you want to do this?" Angela asked worried about her friend.

"Yes, I want to do this. It'll all work out and whatever happens, happens." She said with clarity. She was surprised by her statement. She'd never been one to let the chips fall as they may. She liked to control things and have a plan. This was different. This is a whole new ball game. This is something she'd never experienced before, something she didn't know she'd be good at despite her boasting. Angela was right; this would change her and Booth's relationship. For better or for worse, she did not know. It will all work out. She told herself as she spotted Booth coming towards her office. It will all work out.