A/N: Here we go! Second last chapter! I'm glad everyone's liking the story! So today is the six month anniversary of my message board, the ABY! Very exciting! If you love to chat about Bones, come on over and check us out! The link is in my profile! Thanks for all the reviews!

She opened her eyes and looked over at her bed mate. He was sprawled across the bed as usual, his arm wrapped around her waist protectively. His hair was sticking up in all different directions, definitely different from the smooth look he had during the rest of the day. She smiled as she thought for the thousandth time how different he was here, with her in their home, from the totally in control, suave FBI agent persona he presented everyone with during the day.

She was always up before him, her mind not allowing her body more than six or seven hours of sleep per night. She slowly extracted herself from him and made her way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, her feet padding across the floor. She turned on the kettle and waited for the water to boil. She opened the cupboard, grabbed a mug and a teabag and leaned against the counter.

Usually after her tea was done, she would head to her desk to get a couple chapters done or she would read the latest article in the forensic anthropology journal. Today was different. She had no desire to read about the latest techniques and she knew she wouldn't get a word written.

She looked around the kitchen and marvelled once again at the changes present. This time last year she had been here all alone. She had gone through her morning routine without him, she hadn't concerned herself over things like homework and the latest toys. Now there were pictures stuck everywhere, new kinds of food in the cupboards, his appliances merged with hers.

The kettle whistled and she poured herself a cup of tea and headed into the living room. Sitting on the couch she pondered the changes in here as well. Toys piled in the corner, pictures covering the large wall, it was different. She reached over and grabbed the photo album off the bottom shelf of her bookcase. A year ago, she barely had any photos at all, now she had an album of them. She opened it up and immediately smiled at the picture of Seeley staring back at her. She briefly looked over at the time and realized that she would be halfway through her morning routine by now. But today was different.

She stroked the picture and thought of Booth sleeping in the next room. How he had waited for her for two years. Waited until she was ready, never losing faith that she would be his. How he had put up with all of her idiosyncrasies and problems. How he hugged her when she got scared. Let her pour out her insecurities and fears. Was willing to let her share in his son's life. She took a last sip of her tea and headed back into the bedroom.

She looked at him still sleeping and she smiled. She was not alone and although once that scared her, now she could barely remember how she had done it. Lived her life in this apartment alone, without him. She grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom to get ready. She looked in the mirror and wondered if she looked different today. If people could see it in her face. Angela had told her she could, but then Angela was incredibly perceptive. She looked at her reflection and briefly wondered what she had done to deserve this. This beautiful life that she was now living.

Usually she would be in and out of the shower in ten minutes, but today was different. She gave herself time, shampooing her hair slowly. She wondered what was going to happen at the lab today. She loved working at the Jeffersonian, there were so many challenges for her. But she still couldn't recall what it was like before he was there. On any other day, she would have been there by now, poring over some skeletal remains, trying to find the mystery as to why they died. She would be in the lab soon, but not all day. She couldn't remember the last time she did a half day at work.

She stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. She headed back into the bedroom where Seeley was still sleeping. She reached for the clothes that she had laid out the night before. She usually didn't do that, preferring to choose quickly in the morning. But today was different. She got dressed and reached for her jewellery box.

She loved jewellery. Just like Booth's flashy ties and striped socks, she felt her jewellery showed people who she was. Every piece was personal, each one had a story, but none more so then the copper pendant earrings and matching necklace that she picked out. The earrings were her mothers and she found that she wore them on days when she wished her mom was there to give her guidance. It was psychology, she knew but it still gave her a feeling of comfort. The necklace Booth had given her for Christmas, having tracked down the original jeweller of the earrings and had a matching pendant made. She reached for it and placed it around her neck.

That had been the day it had all started between them. The gift exchange. A smile crossed her lips as she recalled the tree and the skating and finally the kiss in the snow. One day that changed everything. Today was one of those days.

She went back to the bathroom and did her hair. She usually tied it up because she didn't like it in her face when she was working, but today she decided to leave it down and left it wavy, instead of straightening it. She did her makeup and stepped back to look at herself. She nervously ran her hands over the suit that she was wearing. She didn't notice that he had woken up and was behind her.

"You look like a mom." He said, reading her thoughts. Her head snapped up and she saw him standing behind her smiling softly. He moved closer and reached for her waist, pulling him closer to him. They both looked at their reflection in the mirror smiling.

Yes, today was different. Today was the day she was going to be a mom.