Writers block has been in full swing for several long weeks, and hospitals don't exactly provide the muse of writing a story. I hope you will enjoy this chapter. I'm wondering if I should continue – your thoughts are welcomed.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Bones.
Bones had decided last week that she wasn't completely ready for the world to know that she was pregnant again. And Booth said he would allow her the time she needed, but reminded her time wasn't going to be on their side as she was entering her sixteenth week. But she liked the idea that she and Booth had a secret from the world that only they knew about. And for at least a little while, that's how this news would stay if she could help it.
Today had been a particularly long one for Bones. A young woman's body had been discovered in her home. Hodgins had fixed time of death within the last twenty-four hours. Cam had concluded the woman had been beaten to death. Her attacker had been unmerciful in his treatment, the body unidentifiable except through dental records. Bones had entered the Autopsy Room, and upon doing so heard Cam saying something about a waste.
"Dr. Saroyan, were you able to pinpoint exact cause of death?" Bones asked as she viewed the body.
Hands on her hips, Cam took a breath. "I have. Ms. Whitney died from blunt force trauma. Her attacker really did a number on her."
"I don't know what that means in terms of her death." Bones stated.
Cam rubbed eyes before speaking, "Ms. Whitney has bruising that extends over eighty-five percent of her body, Dr. Brennan. It would appear that she didn't or couldn't fight back, and I didn't understand that until further examination. The victim was pregnant, Dr. Brennan. I believe she died as a result of trying to protect the fetus from her attacker, which is why she was found curled into a ball-like position. I believe a blow to the head initially caused her death."
With Cam's last admission Bones was finding it hard to focus on anything else. This woman and her child never had a chance. She'd never be able to feel her baby move inside of her, or be able to give it life. Their lives were over, and for Bones, that was an indeed disturbing thought.
"Earth to Dr. Brennan," Cam stated, trying to bring her friend back from some obvious far off place.
Managing to keep the tears at bay, Bones took a breath. "I have finished the reports for the case, and would like to take the remainder of the day, if I may Cam."
"Are you alright Dr. Brennan? You seem a little . . ."
"I'm fine." A statement Bones used when she didn't want to discuss what was really going on. "Flesh is your area, as bones are mine. And since there seems to be nothing more I can contribute to this case today, I merely would like to take the time to readjust to being at home with Christine. That is all. Nothing more."
Nodding her head, but knowing her colleague was hiding something, Cam dropped the line of questioning. And with that, Bones left the lab to collect her daughter from daycare.
After arriving home, Bones took Christine into the master bedroom she shared with Booth and lied down with the child. Christine nodded off pretty quickly and Bones found herself staring at her little girl, stroking the little ones face and smiling as she thought about just how lucky she was and drifted off to sleep.
Sometime later, Bones felt a slight pressure being applied to her abdomen and, in fear, became wide a wake. Christine had rooted herself as close to her mother as she could get, pressing her butt into the area where her twin siblings were nested. Bones chuckled as she thought about the naptimes that would eventually come into being. She was sure that the bed would become an interesting mixture of arms and legs going to any position that they could find a spot in which to rest.
"Hey beautiful," came from the doorway.
"Booth, I thought you were working late?" Bones questioned.
"Cam called. She was concerned but didn't want to pry. She said you had left early and wanted me to know." Booth stated as he slipped off his shoes and settled on the space of the bed that Christine was no longer occupying, leaning in to kiss both baby and mother.
"She shouldn't have worried you. I'm . . . fine." They both stated the last word in unison, Bones raising an eyebrow.
"When ever you're ready, Bones, I'll listen." Booth had learned over the years not to pressure Bones for an answer to where her feelings might be. It was one of the reasons she loved him, because he never pressured.
"How long has she been out?" Booth questioned.
"About 45 minutes, give or take. I just wanted to be near her." Bones took in a breath. "There is a victim, in the lab. She was beaten to death. She was pregnant, Booth. And, though I know it's irrational, for some reason, all I could think about was the need to protect my children. So I asked Cam if I could leave." She concluded, one of her hands finding the top of Christine's head, and the other going to the slight swell of her stomach. "Who could do such a thing, Booth?" Bones asked as a single tear slipped from her eye.
"My father did." Booth stated.
"Booth, I didn't mean," Bones tensed immediately. She knew Booth was nothing like his father. She knew she had nothing to fear from him and that he would sooner die than touch one of their children or her for that matter. But she also knew that the very thought that he could be like his father was a fear he continuously housed in the back of his mind.
Sitting up, Booth gently picked up Christine.
"Booth, don't . . ." Bones feared she had accidently caused him pain.
Smiling down at her, Booth stated, "I'm just putting her in her crib. I'll be right back."
Choosing instead to follow, Bones watched as Booth handled their daughter with more love and care than she ever thought one person could encompass. But that was Booth. He was a constant surprise. Finding her way into the nursery, Bones snaked her arms around Booths waist. "How did a man like you fall in love with a woman like me," she questioned as she placed a kiss on his shoulder blade.
Smiling, and twisting to bring Bones to stand in front of him, he said, "I think the same question applies. What did I ever do to deserve the four of you?"
Bending to gently kiss her on the lips, Bones reaction let him know she wanted more. Breaking a part, Bones stated, "You love me."
Snickering, Booth said, "Yes, I do. Want me to prove it to you?" And before she could render a response, Booth swooped her up, carrying her bridal style to their bed, where he placed her gently. "Are you sure this is ok," he questioned.
"Booth, I'm pregnant. Not ill. It's ok." Bones smiled as she remembered a similar conversation from when she had been pregnant with Christine.
That was all the encouragement that Booth needed. He could be gentle, but passionate at the same time. This encounter wasn't about him, or having his needs fulfilled. It was about Bones, and he let her know that. He wanted her to understand just how much he loved her, needed her, and how much their life meant to him, and how, if he could, he'd spend every moment he could with her, loving her – breaking the laws of physics.
