Prompt: B&B, second time together
Well, kid, you probably wanna know their whole story, don't ya? Except it may take a while, telling a story spun over eight years, countless nights, a freakin' lifetime. Well why don't we just fast-forward those years a little, maybe catch up on them later on, and just focus on this past month for now.
So, you see, this new phase began a month ago, give or take a couple of days. See, they've both been mourning the loss of their friend that night, but also, and remember this because it changed everything, they've been happy the other is alive. Which is how they find themselves spending a great deal of their night, after there are no more tears, seeking out more and more evidence of their vitality.
It is that desperation that has her forgetting she missed taking her pills the last couple of days, and it's the same desperation that makes him forget to rummage through his bedside chest for a condom. Because, you see, this thing between them? It's exploding tonight after years of slowly burning, and really, you can't blame them for forgetting mundane things like, oh, say, protection.
A month or so goes by. They do not engage in intercourse (her) or make love (him) again; actually, they don't share even one kiss after that night. But, you see, everything changes anyway. They touch a bit more carelessly now, they look at each other in a different way... Her father would call it polite later on, but they just feel content.
Except, well, sometime during that month she realizes she's late. Home pregnancy test, blood work... pregnant. She does find it a bit amusing, how only about two years ago she wanted it so badly and didn't get it, and then now, it seems to just... fall on her.
The birth of the Hodgins-Montenegro baby pushes her to tell him. She's scared, yes, terrified even, of his reaction and what it means for them. She should've known, though, because, y'see, he really does love her, and this pregnancy? Now I'm no romanticist, but maybe you figured it out by now, it's his dreams coming true.
After the smiling, after the happy laughter, after the "wow Bones" and the "really, Bones?", after the little celebration going on in his head, he asks her to change direction, and come home with him.
That night, kid, they make love (both) for many, many hours. He thanks her many, many times for this gift she's going to give him. Thanks her with fingers and tongue and oh kid, you'll grow up and know all the ways he finds to thank her, and there are many.
He thanks her until night gives way to early morning, and they fall back, exhausted. Her head on his chest and his fingers in her hair, she whispers, "I'm scared, Booth."
"I know, baby," and she must be really tired, because she does not tell him she hasn't been an infant for quite some time, "Me too. But I also know that we're gonna be just fine."
And this is another moment that changes everything, as many moments seem to be with them lately. She tilts her head and looks up at him, "I love you," she says, and something changes in both of them forever.
Tired as he is, he still rolls her over, and begins thanking her all over again.
'Cause, kid? This is another thing you're gonna learn much later on - when you love someone, when they change your life in ways you cannot explain, it isn't hard to find the strength to show them how much it means to you.
