I was not expecting that response, but thank you! I guess you guys want me to continue? Ha.

Well, here is the second chapter. Hope you like it :)

It was early in the morning on a Saturday and Booth and Brennan were lazing around in bed, a rare occasion now that they were the proud parents of a four year-old. He rolled onto his side and smiled at her. He reached up and swept some of her hair out of her eyes. He leaned over and brushed his lips across her bare shoulder, causing her to shiver slightly. He slid his hand down, his touches light as he caressed her, paying close attention to her breasts. Her moans energized him and after a while, he got a little daring, moving his hand passed her hips.

She parted her legs and arched her back in anticipation of his next move.

He massaged her left thigh and then her right, relaxing her muscles. As he slipped his hand between her legs, he couldn't help but smile, an edge of cockiness to it. He wanted desperately to take his time, stroke every part of her until she was practically jelly, but he didn't have that luxury; Christine would most likely be awake within thirty minutes and soon after that she would come barging into their room to wake them up once she discovered they weren't in the living room or the kitchen. If they wanted to finish this, they would have to work quickly. Forgoing their usual routine, he shifted until he was hovering above her. He lowered down on top of her, supporting most of his weight with his arms. He experimented, rubbing his body against hers, and dipped his head, capturing her lips with his. He dragged out the kiss, continuing to move back and forth; he was torturing her and he knew it.

She gripped the back of his neck, her nails digging into his skin. She forced his head back and looked directly into his eyes. Her lips brushed his as she spoke, slowly and articulately, "Booth, stop teasing me or neither of us will be satisfied," she exhaled, lowering her voice, "sexually speaking." She moved his pendant out of the way and slid her fingers up and down his back, adding a bit of pressure.

He moaned as he sank down into her and began to rock. He gradually picked up speed, at her insistence, and let out a small shriek when her nails dug a little too deeply into his skin. He gave her a quick peck before brushing his lips against her neck, just below her jaw. He sucked her skin lightly in spots and hard in others, careful not to leave any marks in areas that wouldn't be covered by a shirt or jacket collar.

She arched into him, cupping the back of his head with one hand and hooking the other arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. She gasped, a moan escaping her lips.

The vibrations sent strange yet extremely pleasuring sensations throughout his body, his lips tingling. He groaned and ground his pelvis into hers. He lifted his head and crashed his lips against hers once again.

Several minutes later, Booth lay on his back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He closed his eyes and rubbed his hand across his face. He swallowed and kicked off the sheet, which had been wrapped around his ankles. As he lay there, completely exposed, he smiled, his heart beginning to return to a normal rhythm. As soon as the cool air in their bedroom nearly dried all the sweat covering his body, he rolled onto his side and scooted closer to Brennan.

Brennan was also lying on her back, her breathing a bit ragged and her forehead beaded with perspiration. Her eyes were opened as she focused on the ceiling. She had a rosy tint to her cheeks, as well, and she seemed to be glowing, her lips curled into a smile.

He ran his finger down her arm and moved his hand to her stomach, resting it there. "There could be a little baby in there," he whispered.

She tilted her head and looked at him. "It's far too early to tell." She paused. "But it is possible."

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

She shook her head. "It hasn't been nearly long enough for there to be an embryo in my uterus, but it is possible that your sperm has already burrowed itself into my egg in my Fallopian tube. If that's the case," she paused, "the egg will begin moving through the tube towards my uterus within the next two or three days."

He groaned, covering his face with his hand. "Bones, that is far too much information."

She shrugged and turned onto her side. "You asked."

"When, uh, when can you take the test?"

"In twelve days, but I'll likely wait another week after that. It's likely I won't be experiencing any symptoms yet, other than a missed period. Not getting my period as scheduled will be a good indication of a possible pregnancy since I've always been very regular, meaning the time between my cycles has been exactly 28 days ever since I was thirteen." She paused. "I apologize if that was too graphic for you," she teased.

He rolled his eyes, but a second later, his expression softened and he began to delicately brush his hand across her belly. "There could be a little baby in there," he repeated, his voice softer this time.

Before she had a chance to comment, the door to the bedroom burst open and Christine came scampering in.

He quickly jumped away and scrambled to cover them up with the sheet, now crumpled at the foot of the bed. The last thing he wanted was to scar his little girl for life.

"Mommy? Daddy? Are you awake?" Christine walked over to the bed and climbed onto the mattress.

Booth yawned. "Yeah, Princess." He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his sweatpants and boxers. He discreetly redressed under the covers while Brennan kept Christine occupied by asking her how she slept and if she was hungry. "How about pancakes in the shape of Mickey Mouse?"

Christine shook her head. "I don't want pancakes."

He stood up and put on his robe. He lifted Christine up into the air and smiled up at her as he slowly lowered her to his hip, the little girl kicking and giggling the whole way.

Christine hooked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

He kissed her cheek and supported her with one arm under her bottom. "Well, what do you want for breakfast, then? It's up to you."

"Blueberry waffles."

"You got it." He looked over his shoulder at Brennan, who was watching them with a smile on her face. "Waffles good for you?"

Brennan nodded, wrapping the sheet tighter around her body. "I'll be right there."

He set Christine on the floor and kneeled on the bed, leaning over to meet Brennan halfway for a kiss. "Morning," he winked and grabbed Christine's hand. "Let's go. You think you can set the table?"

Christine puffed out her chest, her hands on her chest. "Course, Daddy. I'm a big girl." She let go of his hand and ran out of the room.

He laughed and followed her.

Brennan stayed in bed for another two minutes before she finally pulled on the pajamas she had worn to bed but had discarded for an impromptu love making session at 2:30 and made her way out to the kitchen. She knew it was far too early, but she found herself almost giddy at the chance that she could be in the very early stages of conception. She allowed herself to dream for a second before her rational side kicked in. Booth had put the thought in her head, but she had to let it go, at least for now; getting her hopes up too soon would certainly cause her great disappointment in the weeks to come. She was older and her body had been through a great deal between then and now, so getting pregnant wouldn't likely be as easy as it was the previous time.

She was pulled back into reality by the sound of Christine's laughter and she smiled. She let out a breath and continued towards the kitchen. She had plenty of time to worry about this later; right now, she was hungry and her husband and daughter were waiting for her to join them for breakfast.