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It was almost nine pm when Booth knocked on her door. Temperance Brennan was startled by the knock. She had spent the last two hours sitting on her couch thinking about what Angela told her. Did she really choose Booth to be the sperm donor because she unconsciously wanted him to be a part of her life? A part of her family?
There were no doubts about the fact that she chose him because he was the nicest guy, the most trustful man she has ever met. Somehow, she wished his amazing qualities would be inherited by their kid. Also, the fact that Parker was such a cute and smart little boy influenced on her decision. She wouldn't mind having her own little Parker.
But did she choose Booth because she actually wanted him?
That made no sense. They would never be a couple. They couldn't be. First, they worked together. Second, there was their invisible line. They couldn't risk starting a love relationship. The damages could end up being catastrophic. Cam almost died once because she was dating Booth. If Brennan, besides being Booth's partner and the biggest weapon the FBI had when it came to find out cause of death and murder weapons in cases where it seemed impossible, was also his love interest, she would became the first and principal target of every murderer in the country. Third, since almost no love relationship lasts forever, with them it wouldn't be different. Would they be able to still work together after a failed romance?
Most probably not.
So, that simply couldn't happen. Ever.
What the hell was she thinking about?
She chuckled with the nonsensical thought.
They weren't in love. They were great friends. That was all. Booth was like a brother to her. Even though she wished he didn't have that perfectly symmetrical hot body that sometimes made she want to commit incest. Oh, good Lord. Stop, Temperance!
That was probably an effect of the increasing production of hormones. Yes, blame the pregnancy.
Knock Knock.
"Oh! The door." She almost forgot Booth was knocking at the door for over five minutes.
"Booones?! Are you there?!" Booth yelled from the other side of the door. "Is everything alright?"
"I'm coming!" She yelled back, jumping off the couch and putting her slippers on.
"Were you taking a nap?" Booth asked when she finally opened the door.
Brennan was wearing a v-neck comfortable dress, and Booth couldn't help checking and confirming that her breast had gotten bigger with the pregnancy. How didn't he notice that before? Maybe because you aren't a pervert and shouldn't check your partners boobs all the time?
"No. I was reading a book." She lied. "I thought you weren't coming anymore." I wish.
"You wish." He smirked. "I just got stuck at my office trying to get new info about our Jack the Ripper's case."
"Oh, so you found out who killed that woman?" Brennan asked.
"No, Bones, Jack the Ripper was the creep who used to kill his victims and rip parts of their bodies after that during the XIX century." Booth explained.
"Oh, yes, then it is very unlikely that he is our guy, hence he would be over one hundred years nowadays." She nodded. "But you got any update on the case? Any suspects?"
Yes, let's talk about the case. Maybe he would forget the whole 'I want to be the baby's father' thing.
"Yes, but I didn't come here to talk about work." So close.
He passed through her and entered the kitchen, leaving a takeout bag over the counter. "I bought the non-smelliest and non-spiciest food I could find. It will help not giving you nauseas. You seem to be getting them really hard. You lost weight."
Brennan was touched that he noticed that. She was having bad morning sickness, some days it being morning, afternoon and evening sickness.
"It's getting better with time. My doctor guaranteed me it will be over soon." She said. "I'm certain that I won't have any problem gaining all that weight back and a lot more in the next five months."
"You'll be beautiful." The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Brennan blushed.
"All women are beautiful during their pregnancy." He added fast. "It's a miracle what happens inside their bodies."
"Actually a pregnancy occurs as the result of the oocyte merging with spermatozoon and then the developing embryo becoming implanted into the endometrial lining of a woman's uterus." Brennan explained.
"In normal people's words, a miracle." Booth smiled.
"Miracles don't-" She started. "Never mind." It was useless trying to argue with him when he started talking about his irrational beliefs. "What did you bring us to eat?"
She grabbed the bag and opened it check.
"Grilled chicken, white rice and French fries. Not the healthiest meal I could bring to a pregnant lady, but I know you have a thing for fries. I hope they'll leave you in a good mood for our little chat." He smirked and opened the second drawn and picking up a table cloth.
It made him realize how normal that seemed to him. How many times had he had dinner like that at Bones' house? Hundreds of them. But this night felt different. They weren't there to talk about work or celebrate finishing a case. They were there to talk about something much more important. And much more personal.
"Hmm… French fries do sound good." She said, feeling her stomach growl. With all the worry about that infamous conversation they would have to have in a while, she completely forgot to eat. Only now that she smelled the food that she realized how hungry she was. "Thanks for bringing food. I was really starving."
"I imagine that. You have this tendency to skip meals." He put the dishes on the table while she was getting a carton of juice and a can of soda out of the refrigerator. "But you'll have to be more careful now, Bones. The little squint needs all the nutrients he can get to grow strong and healthy."
"Little squint?" Brennan raised one eyebrow.
"You, squint." He pointed to her and then to her still flat belly. "He, little squint."
"I still don't know if it's a he or a she, Booth." She told him.
"I'm not going to call the baby 'it'." Booth said.
"But calling the baby "him" is a generalization and it suggests it's going to be a male. It underestimates the fact that the baby can be a female and makes it seem less important. The chances of it being one or another are equal." Brennan explained and sat at the table. She took a bite of the food and it was like seeing heaven (metaphorically speaking, of course). She even felt more awake and lively after the salt entered her organism.
"I know, Bones, but I'll call the baby 'him' as in 'a specimen of the human kind', okay? Calling the baby "it" suggests he's just a thing. I'm not calling my baby a 'thing'." He defended his point of view.
Brennan froze when she heard the words "my baby" coming out of his mouth. He didn't even hesitate when he said that. In his mind, that was his baby and no one could do anything to change that.
"You really want to be a part of this baby's life, don't you?" She sighed.
"I already am, Bones." He rested his chin on his hand, staring at her bright blue eyes. "The poor kid was probably screaming for food before I arrived here and brought this delicious and fancy meal to kill his pain." He teased.
"Fetuses can't produce sounds at this stage and inside the uterus, Booth." Brennan said and picked a french fry. "And, even though this is far from a fancy meal, it is indeed delicious."
"I'm glad you liked it." He stared at her dreamingly and smiling.
For a moment, Brennan forgot how to breathe, completely lost in his dark brown eyes.
"I've been thinking about what you said all day." She decided it was better to go straight to the point and stop avoiding what they really had to talk. "I made a decision."
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