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"Hello, Angela." Booth greeted the artist. She only gave him a head nod as a greeting. She entered the apartment and Booth closed the door after her.

"Hi, Sweetie!" Angela said excitedly.

"Hello, Angela." Brennan couldn't help but smile at the artist's evident enthusiasm. Angela hugged her friend tightly.

"Need...to..." Brennan managed to squeak out.

"Sorry!" Angela's face turned pale, regretting hurting her friend.

"I'm fine." Brennan assured the two, grateful she could breathe again. Angela sat down next to her friend on the couch, but neither spoke.

"I get it." Booth said with a soft laugh. "I'm outta here. I'm gonna shower and then I'll be in the room. Let me know if you need anything, Bones." Booth said and Brennan gave him a nod that she would. "Angela." He sent her a wave, which she returned. Once he was out of earshot Angela turned to Brennan and fanned herself.

"Do you take a peek when he's in the shower?" Angela asked, wagging her eyebrows suggestively.

"No!" Brennan's eyes shot wide. She'd only been back from the hospital for a few days and come to think of it, the thought of seeing Booth in the shower sounded pretty good.

"Why not?" Angela asked.

"I..." Brennan took a second to think. "It would be an invasion of his privacy." Brennan stated, patting herself on the back, mentally, for sounding so calm and collected when in reality she NOW really wanted to take a tiny peek.

"You're no fun." Angela joked, switching the conversation to another subject. "How are you feeling? Do you feel tired or anything?" Angela's concern for her health was evident and Brennan gave her friend a pat on the hand.

"I'm fine and I can't be tired when Booth doesn't let me do anything." Brennan sounded annoyed, although she liked his pampering.

"What does he do for you?" Angela asked, interested to know if the G-man was doing his job and taking care of Brennan and the baby.

"He cooks, cleans and doesn't want me to leave the bed. It seems like he's afraid I'll break, which is not..." Before Brennan could continue, Angela cut in.

"Sweeite, let him take care of you. Enjoy it." Angela smiled wickedly and Brennan knew that look well. "Does he bathe you too?"

"No!" Brennan shrieked, not sure why. She was no prude, but this conversation was doing nothing to help her mind leave the gutter. "How have you been?" Brennan decided to move the conversation to another topic.

"I've been missing you at the lab and worried about you." Angela admitted.

"You shouldn't be worried, Ange." Brennan patted her friend's arm as she told the artist that she was fine and would be back at the Jeffersonian in a few more days.

Booth was in the shower, enjoying the way the hot water fell on his body. He closed his eyes and thought about all that had happened in the past months. His partnership and friendship with Brennan had suffered because of his relationship with Mary and he felt bad about it. He felt bad about their first time being something quick. He knew it must have been hard for her to know she was pregnant and not tell him and it had all been just so that he wouldn't have had problems with his girlfriend. He'd been an idiot, but he was going to fix that. He was going to take care for her and their baby. She's gonna be a good mom. He thought, smiling softly to himself.

As he lathered up and the smell of her soap invaded his senses, he found his thoughts straying back to their moment; when they'd conceived their child. It hadn't been romantic or ideal, but there had been a connection; he'd felt it. He wished she'd give them the chance to work out things; to make of their moment a long lasting relationship. He continued to think about their encounter and how they could work things out from where they were at now. He opened his eyes and found how hard he was. He stared at himself for a few seconds, the images of them together were still floating in his mind. He contemplated taking care of that himself, but he fought against it despite having denied himself for some time now. He turned the water to cold, suppressing a yelp. He knew Angela would pick up if he'd engaged in a private session with himself and he also knew that he would never hear the end of it.

Booth exited the shower, drying quickly and throwing on a tee, boxers and shorts. As he did so he smiled, knowing that he was going to wait for Brennan; wait until she was ready for them. Taking a look in the mirror he decided that he really needed to do some clothes shopping.

B&B

Booth had gone straight to his bedroom, in other words Brennan's guest room, and gone straight to bed. He'd been tossing and turning, unable to relax or fall asleep. He turned on his side and saw that it was close to midnight and since he was still awake he decided to check up on Brennan. He rose from the bed and padded barefoot out of her room.

Her bedroom door was open and it was obvious that she wasn't in the bed.

"Bones?" Booth whispered as he lightly knocked on her door. Not hearing any respond, he slowly walked to the bathroom in her room but also found it empty. He scratched the back of his head, wondering where she was and what she was doing at such a late hour. As he made a move to exit the room, he caught sight of the single light coming from the living room.

Brennan was on the couch with her back against a couch pillow, her legs spread on the
couch and a National Geographic magazine in hand.

"Why aren't you in bed?" Booth asked as he approached.

"I'm not sleepy and I don't want to be in bed." Brennan hitched the magazine higher up, effectively blocking her face from view. Booth smiled because he'd caught her pout-y face when she said she didn't want to be in bed. Booth carefully lifted her legs, causing Brennan to put the magazine down and look at him.

"Whatcha reading?" He asked as he sat down on the couch and brought her legs to rest on his lap. Her thighs felt warm on his lap but Booth kept his attention on her answer.

"I was about to start an article a set of mummified remains found in..." Brennan tried to ignore the warmth radiating from his lap as she flashed the article's title at him.

"Cool. Read it to us." He gave her his charm smile and Brennan found herself returning it as she began to read.

It took Brennan longer to read the article than it would have usually taken her. Booth had started drawing light circles on her legs and Brennan found it a bit distracting; in a good way.

Booth was quiet. There was no doubt that he'd been listening to her as she read, but Brennan could tell there was something bothering him.

"What's wrong, Booth? Why couldn't you sleep?" Brennan asked as she closed the magazine, tossing it on the coffee table. Booth sighed, tossing his head back and taking in a deep breath.

"It was supposed to be my weekend with Parker." Booth's tone conveyed sadness.

"Was?" Brennan asked and at the concern in her voice Booth shifted his gaze towards her. "Is Rebecca keeping him from you again?" Brennan knew that he fought to have his son more often and most of the time ended up having to conform with whatever set up Rebecca came up with.

"Nah." He shook his head. "It's just that..." Booth sighed again.

"Just what, Booth?" Brennan felt guilty for not having told him sooner about her pregnancy and Booth noticed.

"You have to stop doing that." Booth said, drawing circles on her knees.

"Stop doing what?" Brennan asked, noticing that his hands were higher up on her legs.

"Feeling guilty about not telling me about your pregnancy before you did." He gave her left knee a squeeze. "I know now and the both of you are okay. That's what counts." They shared a smile and Brennan could tell he was being honest.

"You don't have to pass up your weekend with Parker because you're staying here. I have no problem with Parker being over for the weekend. In fact, I haven't seen him in some time and would like to spend time with him." Booth gave her another smile at hearing her words. He leaned closer and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her cheek.

"Thanks, Bones." His breath brushed against her neck and Brennan turned to face him. They stared at each other and felt the like the temperature was turned up. Subconsciously they began to close the close distance between her lips. Brennan took the initiative and gripped his t-shirt, getting ready to have their lips meet.

To be continued…

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