There are some spoiler's for tonight's episode in my author's note at the end, so don't read that if you haven't seen the episode yet. Also, thank you for your review's, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimer: Booth and Brennan aren't mine. ;o That pains me.

Stepping in her front door, Brennan smelt food. Looking around, she saw men's shoes by her door, and what looked like Booth's suit jacket. "Hello?"

"Oh, hey." Booth stepped out of the kitchen with a grin. His dress shirt's sleeves were rolled up and he had sauce all over him.

He was quite a site, and Brennan couldn't help but laugh.

"I should call the cops. Some strange man cooking in my apartment."

"I brought you some food, but then you took so long, and I ate it. So I figured I'd make you something." He grinned, walking back into the kitchen.

"Why'd you bring me food?" Brennan asked, sitting down at a barstool, leaning on her arms.

"You wouldn't go to the diner with me and you haven't eaten all day. That's not really healthy. You know, for the baby."

"Right, well that was thoughtful."

While Booth was stirring, he contemplated asking her where she went. He decided against it, she'd tell him if she wanted him to know.

"Here you go." He put a plate of spaghetti in front of her and sat down with his own.

"I thought you already ate our food." She mused.

He said nothing, just smiled as he finished the food far before she finished hers.

"I went to see my mother." She spoke, not looking at him. She said it as if she would state a simple, meaningless fact. Like the weather.

Booth smiled, "How did that go?" That was lame, how did that go? He slapped himself internally.

"Well, she didn't appear and answer my questions, but I feel satisfied."

"I'm glad."

Brennan stood up, gathering their plates, and putting them in the dishwasher. Then she set about cleaning up Booth's mess. He did a wonder to her counters.

"Can I ask you something Bones?"

"You just did."

"Right, uh. Do you want to have dinner with me sometime?"

"We just had dinner."

Come on Booth, just spit it out. It doesn't matter if she says no, you're a big boy. "No, like, ya know. A date."

"A date?"

"Yeah, you put on a smoking hot dress, I'm in my best tux. We'll go somewhere that I can't afford, but I pick up the bill anyways."

"That's illogical, why would you pick up the bill if you can't afford it?" She spoke again, before Booth could cut her off. "Nevertheless, that sounds nice."

"Tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night." She agreed.

Booth was crazy nervous while he was getting ready. She agreed pretty fast, that was odd. What if she decided that she had some paperwork, and try to get out of it? That was more like the Bones he knew.

Knocking on her door with daphodiles in his sweating hands, he tried to calm down. This was definitely not the first time he'd been at a woman's door with flowers, but it felt different. Hell, it was different.

While getting ready for this evening, Brennan had tried on all of her most beautiful dresses, and realized that they no longer fitted. Her stomach wasn't pronounced, and if you looked at her, you would just think that she had eaten too much at thanksgiving. (Not that she celebrated Thanksgiving.) But still they were too tight, so she went out and bought something new. It was a navy blue cocktail dress that flowed to her knees, and had an emphasis on her breasts.

Fixing what need not be fixed on her hair, she answered the door. Booth awkwardly handed her the flowers. "Thank you." She walked into the kitchen and retrieved a vase from her cupoard, filling it with water.

Smoothing her dress, she turned around to Booth. "Ready?"

"Yeah. You look beautiful." He smiled, still nervous.

Conversation on the drive to the restaurant was filled with an argument about why Brennan could not drive.

Pulling up to Latham Hotel, Booth opened Brennan's door for her, and handed his keys to the valet.

With his hand on the small of her back, they walked inside to the Citronelle. Booth gave his name to the hostess, who led them to a small table in the corner of the restaurant.

"Booth, how did you get reservations here in such short notice?"

"It wasn't exactly short notice." Booth told her. At that, Brennan was quiet.

After ordering, Booth asked Brennan to dance. Swaying on the dance floor, both partners were content. Brennan leaned her head on Booth's shoulder, and let him lead. "I love. Uhm, dancing with you." Booth twirled her around, and held her in his embrace. They returned to their table when they saw the waiter with their food.

"So, thought of any names?" Booth asked, nonchalantly.

"Fate, for a girl." Brennan told him with a smile. "I was thinking that if it is a boy, and it is yours, that maybe you could possibly come up with a name."

Finishing their meal, Brennan offered to pay for her half. Booth shot her a look, and Brennan laughed, already knowing what his reaction would be.

On their drive back to her apartment, Booth thought about a good boy's name. He went through his old army buddies, and finally came up with one.

"John Brantly saved my life back in Vietnam. I uh, would like to name my son after him. Brantly." Booth told her.

Brennan knew there was more to the story, but nodded, placing her hand on his arm. "Brantly's a good name."

Walking Brennan to her door, Booth was nervous once again that night. Should he try to kiss her? His questions were answered however, when Brennan grabbed his lapel's and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, yet it had to be Booth's favorite so far. Not clouded with alcohol, and not rushed.

"Thank you for tonight, I enjoyed it very much." Brennan told him, kissing him once more, and leaving him outside her apartment in a daze.

A/N: I apologized if this was rushed, but I really needed some fluff.

And about tonight's episode, anyone else wonder why Angela had to go and ruin a good moment by calling Brennan's name horrible? Also, that goofy costume? That seriously does nothing to help scientists. I'm questioning the sanity of Hart Hanson.

But the conversation about the perfect murder was cute. Booth'd never be able to catch Brennan. I'm curious about what her idea is.