"What are you thinking about?" Booth glanced quickly over to his partner, as she sat silently in the passenger seat of the SUV. Her hand was draped protectively over her swollen belly and she gazed out the window as he drove. She turned slowly at the sound of his voice, sighing.

"Madison Baxter was only eighteen months old Booth." Her other hand slid, almost of its own volition to join its mate on her abdomen. "How could anyone, any parent, hurt their own child that way. I keep thinking about how afraid she must have been, wondering why her mother was…" she swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat and turned her gaze back out the window. "She must have been so afraid."

Brennan had been quiet the past few days, their newest case affecting her in a way Booth had never seen. The battered remains of a toddler were found in a duffel bag that had washed to the shore of the Potomac River. Their investigation had been relatively short, and Brennan had taken it hard when all the evidence led back to the girl's young mother. After a brief interrogation, the 20 year old had confessed to holding her little girl under the water of her bathtub. It seemed Hannah Baxter's boyfriend had no room in his life for a child and drowning Madison had been the best option for the young woman at the time. Brennan had left the interrogation room without a word as she watched Hannah describe her daughter's death, picking her fingernails disinterested. Now, though the case was solved, Brennan was having difficulty removing the case from her mind.

"I know it's horrible Bones," Booth reached out for her hand. "But you helped that little girl in the end. You helped her get justice." He couldn't be sure, but he was fairly certain Brennan had also arranged the funeral of the little girl. It had only been the squints in attendance, and funerals weren't generally something the Government funded loosely. But Madison Baxter had been buried under the statue of an angel. Booth smiled at his partner's generosity and the depth of the emotions she felt. No one ever gave her credit for her emotions, instead calling her cold or unfeeling, but Booth knew better.

He watched her for a response and sighed when it didn't come, rubbing his neck tiredly. "I know what you're thinking Bones, and you can just stop it."

She turned to look at him again, confusion furrowing her brow. "What are you talking about Booth?"

"You could never be like that Bones, you could never hurt your baby like that, even unintentionally." He watched from the corner of his eye as she swiped a tear angrily from her face. "Some people should never have children Bones, you are not one of them."

"How do you know that Booth?" she asked him softly. "What if I'm a terrible mother?" He moved his hand to cover hers as it rubbed her belly gently.

"I know because it's all you've been thinking about for the past week. You're already a fantastic mom to this baby Bones. You worry about her all the time, you take amazing care of yourself and do everything you can to make sure she's healthy and strong, you want to give her the best life you possibly can and that makes you an incredible mother."

"Her?" Brennan's lips curled up in a slight smile. "What makes you think it's a girl?"

Booth grinned brightly back at her. "My gut."

"Your guts are telling you it's a girl?"

"Not my guts Bones, my gut."

"I fail to see the difference."

"Nevermind," he sighed, still smiling. "I think it's a girl and I'm sticking to it."

He turned to her again as she grew quiet once more. She chewed her bottom lip absently, the way she did as she worked through a problem in her mind. He turned his attention back to the road and waited for her to speak.

"I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow," she finally said, trying to sound casual. "You can come with me if you'd like to."

Booth chuckled softly and rolled his eyes. "Gee thanks Bones. I feel so wanted."

"I'd like you to come with me," she almost whispered. And that was enough for him.

"What time?" She pulled a card from her purse and handed it to him quietly.

"10 o'clock," he returned incredulously, glancing quickly at the card. "I didn't even know doctors worked on Saturdays, let alone that early in the morning."

"Doctor Collins has agreed to see me early so I can get into the lab and at least attempt to keep an efficient schedule," Brennan began to fidget in her seat, her movements, though slight, still enough to alert Booth to her discomfort.

"Tell you what Bones, what do you say we grab some takeout, maybe a couple of movies, you can take a bath, and maybe I'll let you talk me into rubbing your feet. You haven't eaten in almost six hours."

"I am a little hungry," she replied.

"Okay," he flashed her his brilliant charm smile. "You want Thai, Chinese, Indian?"

"I want pizza," she grinned. "With lots and lots of cheese."

"Seriously," Booth was ecstatic. He returned his hand to her belly and patted gently. "You are a girl after my own heart. Now how about some pie?"

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