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Chapter 3

In the comfort of her own home, Brennan found that she was more tired than she had originally thought. After eating her promised spaghetti, brushing her teeth, and putting on her pajamas, she found that she was delighted to finally be able to crawl into bed. She heard the sound of Booth's footsteps and her pulse quickened at the sight of him walking through the doorway.

Booth waited until he reached the bed and slid under the blankets to switch off the bedside lamp, pull his girlfriend close to him, and kiss her goodnight. The contact made his heart skip a beat and he grinned when they broke apart.

"Goodnight Booth," Brennan said, stifling a yawn.

"Night Bones," he said, then looking down to her stomach he said "Night Baby!" He heard Bones sigh and shake her head.

"Even if the fetus could hear you, it wouldn't understand a thing that you're saying, Booth. I don't know why you even bother."

"Bones, some things you just gotta have faith in," was Booth's only reply. Brennan could not understand his reasoning, but was too tired to continue the conversation. Tucked into Booth's side she felt content, and drifted to sleep with ease.

The next morning, Brennan woke around six, and decided to make pancakes before Booth left for church. As she cooked, Brennan marveled at the thought that so many people would take the time to worship an invisible, all-powerful super-being. Placing a pan on the heated stovetop, Brennan poured in the batter, and added blueberries.

Booth woke to the scent of pancakes and smiled. Sighing at the early hour, he rolled out of bed and shivered when his bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. Pulling some sweats on over his striped boxer shorts, he walked across the apartment and smiled at his girlfriend in sleep shorts and a camisole, her rounded stomach peeking out from the bottom of the shirt.

Crossing the room, Booth pressed a kiss first to Brennan's stomach, then to her lips, before sitting at the table in front of a huge stack of pancakes. Brennan watched as he drenched his food in syrup, and took a huge mouthful, smiling when the taste hit his toung.

"This is great, Bones, thanks!" He said, talking around the food in his mouth.

"You're welcome, Booth," Brennan said, before taking a bite of her own food.

"Do you have plans later?" Booth asked her, hoping the answer would be no.

"Well, I was going to head back to the lab, see if Angela has begun facial reconstruction, and confirm cause of death." Brennan watched as Booth slowly shook his head.

"Bones, it's Sunday; the day of rest. I can guarantee that instead of reconstructing the face of a murder victim, Angela is at home with her husband and baby. You should do the same."

Brennan cocked one eyebrow and shook her head. "Well, I might except that I am not married, and my child is unborn."

"I know that, Bones. I just meant that it's Sunday. Instead of working, I thought we can do something a little more… weekend-y."

" Weekend-y?" Brennan repeated her eyebrow still high on her forehead. Then murmured; "Well, I do have a book signing at three…," more to herself than to her partner.

"That's the spirit, Bones! When I get back, instead of taking you to work I'll take you to a book signing, where you can sit in a room full of creeps! You really know how to spend you weekends!" Booth clapped his hands together in mock enthusiasm that Brennan did not seem to pick up on.

"Booth, I am sure that not everybody going to the signing will be a 'creep'. Besides, there will be plenty of security, and I can drive myself. You don't even have to go if you don't want to. I am pregnant, not disabled. You do not have to drive me everywhere."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Booth shook his head at her. "I know that you're not disabled, Bones. Really, I do. But I am going to that book signing. And I'm bringing my gun," he added as an afterthought. Pressing a quick kiss to her lips as a thank you for breakfast, he ran into their bedroom to get himself ready for church.

When Booth walked in through the door of the apartment that he and Bones now shared together, he was surprised to find that she was not bustling around, whistling or singing to the radio. Closing the door softly behind himself, he walked into the living room and found his girlfriend asleep on the couch. Like everything else, she had obviously taken the whole 'day of rest' thing a little too literally.

Chuckling to himself, Booth changed, got himself a beer, and began to read the paper. Only minutes later, Brennan began to stir, sitting up abruptly when she realized that she was not in her bed. She calmed when remembered that after taking a shower, she had dressed -in jeans and a shirt that showed off the baby bump that she was so proud to have- and had been feeling tired enough to rest while waiting for Booth.

Booth stood, and re-folded his paper while Brennan got up from the couch and stretched. "Welcome home, Booth," Brennan said, wrapping her arms around Booth's neck, and reaching up to kiss him.

"Thank you," he said breathily. "Did you miss me?"

"I always miss you, Booth," She told him in reply, earning herself another kiss. It was slow and breathtaking, and both were reluctant to end it. Taking a deep breath and stepping back, Brennan asked her partner if he was ready to go.

"Sure thing," said, winking and then flashing her a grin. "What would you say to lunch first, though?"

Now it was Brennan's turn to grin. "I think that's a lovely idea." Grabbing her purse and cell phone, and handing Booth his keys, they walked out the door, locking it behind then.

Ten minutes later, Booth and Brennan were seated across from each other, having one of their 'disagreements'. "Booth, you know that I do not believe in marriage, and if I suddenly changed my mind –which is not going to happen– I would certainly not take my vows in a church!"

"Bones, if we are going to be spending the rest of our lives together anyway-", Booth began, but was cut off by someone standing above them, clearing their throat. Both partners looked up at their usual waitress, and they surprised to find that they were leaning so close together that their noses almost touch.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but could I take your order?" questioned an uncertain Margo. Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan had certainly had their share of disagreements, and that hadn't changed when they became an official couple. Margo grinned when she thought about the bet that had been going on in the dinner. All of the staff was in on it; everyone had been betting whether or not the two would ever realize that they were absolutely perfect for each other. Much to her liking, they finally had.

After eating their lunch, paying their check, and leaving a tip for Margo, Booth and Brennan climbed into their vehicle and began their drive to the bookstore. With the exception of themselves and about two other cars, the roads were completely void of traffic. They passed a small ice cream shop that was not very creatively named 'The Ice Cream Shop'. Booth scoffed at the name, but was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his girlfriend gasp.

Booth felt a hand grab his forearm, and he heard Bones' anxious voice. "Stop, Booth!" Booth slammed on the brakes and turned right in his seat to face her after the car squealed to a stop.

"What is it, Bones?" He wanted to know. "What's wrong?"

Dr. Temperance Brennan found that she was completely stunned. She sat in her seat, mouth hanging agape, eyes wide open. Her seatbelt was locked tightly across her body. Usually, Brennan would be able to handle going from seventy miles per hour to zero in about a second, but obviously these circumstances were different.

Unbuckling herself quickly, and whipping open the door, Brennan leaped out just in time to hurl all over the middle of the road. She heard Booth's door opening, then heard his footsteps fast approaching. Standing over her, Booth was filled with a sense of pity for the woman carrying his child, and he did the same thing as always; he held her hair, and rubbed her back until the nausea subsided.

When Brennan straightened, Booth's face was the first thing she saw. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and rinsed her mouth with the bottle of water he gave to her. Booth dropped a kiss to the crown of her head and pulled her in for a hug.

"Is this why you wanted me to stop?" Booth asked.

Brennan shook her head. "I wanted you to stop because I had a sudden desire for a vanilla ice cream cone. Then you stopped so suddenly, and I caught a whiff of the car freshener that was hanging from the rearview mirror, and the two things combined caused this," Brennan said pointing to the mess in the middle of the road.

Booth chuckled, and Brennan could not figure out why. Nothing seemed funny to her. "All of this," Booth said, gesturing to the pile of vomit in the middle of the road, the car with both doors open, and the skid marks left on the road from our sudden stop. "Was for some vanilla ice cream?"

When hearing it put that way, Brennan began to laugh. Now, it didn't seem rational to have told him to stop here, when you can get vanilla ice cream almost anywhere. Brennan looked up at Booth when he began to laugh along with her. It wasn't long until their sides hurt, and they were gasping for breath.

"I'm sorry about all of this, Booth," Brennan told him.

"It's okay, Bones," he said with a good-natured smile. "What do you say we move ourselves out of the middle of the road, and go get you that ice cream you want so much?"

Brennan smiled. "I would like nothing more than that." Climbing into their original seats and shutting their doors, Booth and Brennan laced their fingers together, and drove to over to 'The Ice Cream Shop'.

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