Author's Notes: So sorry it's short but I was really stuck for ideas and it was just a case of; hey lets write whatever, wherever. This is literally and compilation of notes from the past few weeks written from being sat in my bed room watching Stargate SG1 down to shopping!
Yet more sap. /rolls eyes/
Chapter 7: Blue Tears
"You're on your own with this one Bones,"
She scowled at her partner as he grinned at her rather feeble attempts to salvage the paper machè rocket that Parker had painstakingly forged the two days before from the deluge of water that had cascaded down upon it when the pitcher of liquid had slipped from her grasp.
"What's going on?' Angela asked as she came into the kitchen, startled when Temperance jumped to her feet, bolted behind her friend and slammed the kitchen door "Tempe?"
Temperance just pointed at the sodden model on the counter.
Angela followed her friend's finger and barely held back a smile at the 'remains'
"It's not funny!" Temperance exclaimed, surprising even herself at the petulance in her voice, blushing a little when Booth and Angela stared at her.
"What happened sweetie?" Angela asked gently, poking the rocket experimentally, and grimacing as sticky damp paint pasted her finger temporarily to the object.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she had no idea why, gliding down her cheeks and down the column of her throat "Parker spent hours making that," she choked out, having as little idea as to the sudden turn on of the waterworks as they did.
Angela swept across the room and hugged her friend insistently "sweetie it's okay," she breathed.
"Parker won't mind," Booth lay a hand on her back returning a smile to Angela as he did so 'he might even let you help him make another'
She pulled away from her friend with a sniff, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand and giving Booth a watery look "why am I even crying?"
"Hormones sweetie," Angela said, rubbing her back soothingly "it's all part of the pregnancy,"
Temperance nodded, hurrying over to the rocket and attempting once more to save the creation. Angela watched her for a moment before touching Booth's arm briefly and leaving.
"Doctor's appointment is at eleven thirty," Temperance said, harnessing control of her voice once more, wiping her eyes again.
He nodded and waited.
She turned around, leaning back on the counter. "I'm crying Booth," she said matter-of-factly "and I don't understand why." She started shaking again and Booth's heart nearly broke to see her standing there fighting back tears she had every right to cry "'it's a stupid paper machè rocket for god's sake!" she ran her fingers through her hair desperately "and I'm crying over it!"
He went to embrace her and she shied away "don't," she almost begged "please just don't touch me,"
He stood there helplessly watching as she pulled herself into a getting-far-to-familiar self hug "Tempe…" he trailed off the rest of his unsaid sentence hanging in the air between them.
"Three months Seeley," she looked up, her hold tightening "three months pregnant with a child I don't think I can have,"
"Yes you can Bones!" he exclaimed in earnest "you can!"
"How?" she spat "how? I have work, I have you and… and Parker and… dammit I can't do this!"
Hormones, he thought, it's just hormones it will pass and she'll be fine and then we can have breakfast, get Parker off to Angela's, go to the doctor's and then … and then… what then? This was new; it wasn't something he knew how to deal with.
"I'm sorry," she shook her head, tears overflowing again "I'm so sorry,"
She sounded so defeated, so lost he ignored her earlier protestations and arguments and embraced her tightly, tucking her head under his chin and swaying in a way it was almost unnoticeable.
The waiting room was packed with heavily pregnant women, the tummies round and plump, hands laid over the bumps in protective gestures and a low whisper of chatter flitted through the room. Mothers-to-be again from what appeared to be about sixteen right up to about thirty-five.
"This is… maybe today isn't a good day-"
Booth caught her arm "yes it is," he turned her and pushed her towards a seat, taking the one next to it whilst giving everyone who had turned to look at them a dangerous look. They all went back to their idle chit-chat and magazines "this is the perfect day,"
Their arms interlocked at the elbows he slid his hand under hers and closed his fingers between her relaxed ones "it's fine,"
"Blue," she said abruptly, as if half of what she was planning on saying had only occurred in her head.
Not fully fluent in gutted-Brennan-talk yet Booth responded "huh?"
"The picture," she said matter of factly, giving him a look as if she thought he were completely stupid "its going to be blue"
Booth nodded, taking a deep breath; this day was going to be a long one. Mood swings appearing out of no where with about as much courtesy as spoilt two-year-old.
"Thank you," she mumbled, showing a rare sign of affection and resting her head on his shoulder with a sigh.
"For what?" he asked, looking at their interlocked hands in his lap.
"Everything,"
He smiled "any time,"
"Dr. Brennan?" the nurse called from the doorway to the doctor's office twenty minutes later, a pleasant smile on her face.
"That's your call," Booth got to his feet, Temperance following his example, both ignoring the handful of heads that looked up at the title.
The room was painted cream with white ceiling, tiled flooring and a ruby-red-ornamental carpet by the desk.
"Doctor Brighton," the young male doctor said, holding out a hand and shaking both Booth's and Temperance's with cheery candour "take a seat on the bed please Dr. Brennan,"
Temperance, with a newly found certainty did exactly as she was told.
"Now," he looked at her file and adjusted his thick framed designer glasses 'three months pregnant am I right?' he asked, glancing at them both.
"Yep," Booth, hands in his pockets rocked back on his heels and flashed a smile to Temperance "three months,"
"Well let's just check then shall we?" Brighton got to his feet, file in hand then placed it on the foot of the bed "you two know how this is going to work?" he seemed a little relieved as both nodded and he produced a bottle of gel "this might be a little-"
"Cold," the parents-to-be-'again' said in unison.
Brighton smiled "yes," he said "can you lift your shirt please miss," he said, the term miss, nothing more than a way of indicating he was talking to her without too much of either formality or casualty. "This is a transducer," he explained holding up a hand held device "now, I'm going to use it to see if we can get a picture of what's going on in your uterus and see if your estimate is correct okay?"
Temperance lifted her shirt and flinched as the icy gel made contact with her skin, she kept watching Brighton's movements without comment as he moved the transducer to a still flat stomach and massaged the gel in.
"It might take me a moment to find a clear image – ah, here we go," Brighton grinned at Booth, then looked back to Temperance "can you see it?" he asked. Moving the transducer some more and pointing with his free hand to the screen where a flickering blue image floated into focus.
A tiny little figure on the screen, writhing just slightly in the sack of amniotic fluid it rested in.
"Three months is definitely about right," Brighton said "now," he ran a finger across the baby's back "at this point it's skeletal structure just finished being formed and all of it's organ's should be fully functioning and as far as I can see it's all clear." He trailed off, noticing that not for the first time his words held little value in comparison with the first view of a child.
"Seeley!" Temperance exclaimed, smiling like an excited school girl "look!" all feeling of anxiety and worry drifted away as she laid eyes on her baby for the first time.
A feeling she had never had before and never dreamt of having warmed her from head to toe and shook her more deeply than any mutilated body could, than any sadistic laugh of a killer could make. This was all encompassing, powerful "it's… it's… Seeley!" a minute little baby and it was hers, his, theirs.
Booth's smiled could of split his face in two "I see it," he placated her, a sense of completion rushing over him as she seized his hand in a tight grip and would not let go.
"Now I can't tell you whether it's male or female at this age but at your next appointment we should be able to make a reasonably accurate guess," Brighton could not keep his smile to himself.
The wonders of his job, the sight of their tiny baby could turn the most strong of character, most arrogant of persons to putty in his hands. Knowing he could bring a smile like that on these two's faces to every man and woman who entered his office as a patient was magic enough for him.
Booth just nodded, this was … this was amazing, that tiny thing, that wriggling little figure on the ultrasound monitor was his, his and Temperance's, a small part of him, and a small part of her and they had done it together.
"Do you want pictures?"
"Please," Temperance whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from the screen. How could she possibly have doubted her abilities? She could do this. She would do this. For her, for Seeley, for the baby.
Author's Notes: Yes another short chapter but guys please understand that writing the way its going at the moment is really, really hard. I don't do fluff, romance, basically 'happy' it is genuinely really hard to do for me. (Plus I have two essays to write, a leaflet to compose on the effects of radiation poisoning (damn Stargate's Meridian!) and two pages of maths work I don't understand by tomorrow)
