Heather had been settling in well over the weekend. She had helped Brennan pick out a color for her new room and they picked out furniture for her. She was so excited when Brennan bought her a canopy bed. Brennan set up for delivery of the furniture and had painters that would be coming in the following Monday to paint the room.

Brennan had found that Heather loved all sorts of fruit and if it was not kept out of sight she would eat it until it made her sick.

On Sunday night they were laying in the floor coloring and Heather looked at Brennan with those penetrating green eyes.

"Do I go back home?"

"You are home Heather."

"Other home," she said quietly

"Do you want to?"

"No." She shook her head frantically "me like here wif you."

"Then, this is your home. I want you to live here with me."

Heather smiled and wiggled over and up onto Brennan's back hugging her tightly around the neck choking Brennan.

She loosened her grip on Brennan and just laid on her back. "Are you my new mommy?"

The words tugged at Brennan. "If you want me to be," was all she could get out before the lump in her throat got to big.

"Yesh," Heather squealed.

Brennan had to fight the tears as she untangled the child from her back to sit up so she could hug the child close to her.

"Baby, time for your bath."

"Okay Mommy," she ran down the hall towards her bedroom. Brennan was shocked and happy at the title of Mommy.

Brennan started to run the bath and returned to the bedroom to pick out some pajama's for Heather, then returned to check the water and wash her daughter. Heather didn't mind a bath, but she did not like her hair washed. Brennan had to reassure her that no water would get on her face as she gently washed her hair and laid her back to rinse the shampoo out. Heather would look so scared as she gripped her mothers arm tight as if she was afraid to be dropped.

After her bath and she was all dressed in her clean pajama's she hurried to her bookshelf to pick out a book to be read to her.

Brennan sat back against the headrest on the bed and Heather curled up next to her while she read. By the end of the story, Heather was fast asleep and looked so peaceful and innocent. Brennan sat with her for a long time, just watching her new daughter sleep. She had not realized her capacity to love someone this much. Slowly she untangled herself from her daughter, tucked her in, put the book away, turned on the night light and left the room.

She was content as she strolled down the hall to pick up the coloring book and crayons they had left on the floor. Placing them on the table, she walked over to look out the window.

It didn't take her eye long to spot the black SUV sitting in the parking lot. What the hell is he doing keeping tabs on me? I told him we would talk. Can't he just let it go? Her anger was coming to the boiling point. She grabbed her phone

"Hey Bones," he greeted her cheerfully

"What are you doing?" the annoyance in her voice was obvious.

"Oh nothing just listening to some music." He wasn't exactly lying; he was listening to the radio.

"No, I mean what are you doing sitting in the parking lot?"

"Oh, I.. I.. figured that when you were ready to talk, I should be close."

"Booth, wh..don't..couldn't you just wait until I called?"

"You did call."

"BOOTH!" Her head snapped towards her daughters door, she had been louder than she intended. She quickly and quietly went to the door and opened it a bit to make sure she did not wake Heather. Breathing a sigh of relief seeing Heather sleeping soundly she closed the door.

"Booth, go home, I will call you, just please go home."

"Bones, I don't like this. I don't like not talking to you. I messed up and I don't want to lose my best friend."

Her voice got quiet and sad. "You haven't lost me, but you need to give me this, please."

"Okay, Bones" he said as he started the SUV and put it in gear. "I am leaving."

"Thank you Booth." She closed her phone and watched him drive away.

Booth had never seen Brennan behave this way. She was not one to keep secrets like this and flat out refuse to see him. Usually he could talk his way in, but lately she just dismissed him. The hurt he felt from Hannah rejecting him was nothing compared to this.