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Boobs

Nearing the end of her first trimester, not only were her pants beginning to feel snug as her hips widened, but none of her bras seemed to fit anymore. The underwire felt like a torture device and the straps dug in leaving red marks by the end of the day. No matter what she did, what style she wore, bras were now officially the enemy.

So, in her efforts to adapt as her body adapted, she had discovered what many large-chested women had known for years: There was no greater relief than unhooking one's bra as one walked through the door at the end of a long day.

Brennan tried to look professional and put together at the lab, but once her apartment door was closed behind her, off came the bra and on came the pajamas.

Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on one's perspective, now that Booth followed her home, or she followed him home a couple nights a week, her stripping routine on the way through the door was becoming rare.

Tonight Booth was busy with Parker, and after putting in a few extra hours at the lab, Brennan came home to an empty apartment.

Putting on her favorite pajamas and grabbing a journal that had come in the mail today, she went to the kitchen. Not having the energy to make dinner, she grabbed a bag of corn chips and a container of hummus and brought it with her to the couch. She had found that eating bland things had helped ease the nausea and the salty treat was exactly what she wanted.

Getting comfortable Brennan was reading an interesting article on a new bone defleshing technique when she heard the turn of a key in her front door.

Realizing that the hefty journal she was holding would only slightly stun an attacker, she grabbed her phone, just in case and stood up to see who was trying to get into her apartment.

"Hey, Bones," Seeley Booth casually said as he walked through the door. Giving her a kiss on the cheek he continued into the bedroom with his bag. Brennan didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed and stood in shock for a few seconds before following him to the bedroom.

Booth saw her enter the room behind him and started rattling on about Parker's baseball game. The young boy was much like his father, a natural athlete and had gone 2 for 3 with "2 ribi's!" Brennan didn't hear much of it, she was still confused that he was even standing in front of her, let alone what baseball had to do with ribs. Maybe they had gone out to dinner afterwards.

"Booth?"

Stretching a shirt over his head he must have missed what she said. He began giving her a play by play of the ninth inning, where apparently Parker's team did something well and then just all walked off the field. She didn't know how that promoted sportsmanship. It seemed rude.

"Booth?"

Again, not hearing her, Booth continued to talk about how the team had decided, after their playoff win to have a team sleepover at Jake's house leaving Booth Parker-less for the night.

"Booth?"

He went on to tell her about Rebecca allowing him to pick up Parker from the sleepover tomorrow and since it was summer break, keeping him over night then. Booth turned to ask her if she wanted to do something together with Parker; get him used to them as a couple before the baby news was broken. "So, what do you think Bones?"

"Yes, that sounds fine Booth."

"Great, so what do you feel up to? I was thinking of that Spy Museum. I think it would be fun to do with Parker now that he is a little older."

"OK." Seeing that Booth wasn't going to cut her off again, she took the chance to ask the question she had been pondering for about 10 minutes now. "Booth?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean, what am I doing here? I just told you, Parker isn't staying with me tonight."

"Yes, I heard that. What I mean is why are you here and not at your apartment?"

For the first time since he walked through the door, Booth took a good look at Bones. She was not in her usual work clothes, but was standing there with her arms on her hips in a wife-beater tank and a pair of baggy pajama pants. She looked comfortable. She looked frustrated. She looked hot.

"Well, I thought that since I don't have Parker tonight… do you not want me here? C'mon Babe, aren't you happy to see me?"

"Of course, my serotonin levels always rise when you enter the room. I don't not want you here, I just wasn't aware we were spending the night together tonight."

"Is that a bad thing? I can leave if you need some time alone," Booth said as he went to get his stuff together.

"No, Booth, don't leave. You're already here and well, I like having you here. I just…this is the third night this week."

"Yes. Bones, I know in the beginning we were going to take this slow. But, you're pregnant. We spend the day working together. We spend the weekend being together. I thought we were moving forward Bones."

"We are. I just. Booth, you used your own key to my apartment. That hasn't happened in a very long time. In fact, the last time it happened it was very unwelcome." Brennan sat down on the bed and studied her hands.

"So you are freaking out because I used a key you gave me over 5 years ago,"

Brennan looked up at him and cut him off, "for emergencies."

"Yes, for emergencies. So is it that I used the key or that this makes 3 nights this week?"

Booth sat down next to Brennan on the bed and took her hand. He knew she was processing something. He only hoped that having him there helped.

"Booth, I need you to talk to me before you make a change. We are moving forward. I like having you here. And I find that I even felt warmth when I saw you walk through the door this evening. But I need to have all of the information."

"That works, Bones. I will tell you if I am coming over as long as you don't mind that it may happen a lot."

"OK. And you may use your key. You have one, it is only logical that you use it."

"Thanks, Bones," he said with a smirk. "So, are we done with this for tonight?"

"Yes. No more tonight." Leaning her head on his shoulder he put his arm around her.

"Great. Because I have something else to talk to you about."

Nervous that this would be another monumental conversation, she straightened her spine and readied herself. "What is it?"

"You are not wearing a bra."

"That is correct," she said with a smirk, relaxing in his arms.

"Does this happen on many of the nights that we spend apart?"

"Yes. My breasts are getting larger due to hormone stimulation and in an effort to get more comfortable I take off my bra. I suppose I should buy more lingerie soon."

"Now this is one symptom that I can actually help out with. I wouldn't mind you know, watching you try on all those new bras."

"Thanks," she said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, and please, take off your bra at any time. I would even help you take it off; so that you are more comfortable of course."

"Of course. Hey, Booth?"

"Yes?"

"Stop staring at my chest."