Pacing back and forth between the window and the couch, Booth wondered if he should give his partner a call. After all, the anger from that afternoon had melted away, leaving him with a strong sense of regret and guilt. The words he had told her had simply flown out of his mouth, brought on by the fear he had felt when he had seen her on her knees, holding her arm.

Flopping himself onto his couch, Booth sighed. Things were quickly becoming more and more complicated. Five months ago, things had been simple. His partner had slept over at his apartment and they had given in to their urges. Things had happened so quickly, he hadn't realized what they had done until he had woken up holding her.

Closing his eyes, he thought back to that night. Everything had been perfect; he had felt things towards his partner that he never thought he would feel again. He loved her and, more importantly, she loved him. He knew for a fact she did. So why was she acting as if nothing had happened? He longed to hold her back in his arms again.

His cellphone lay on the table. Grabbing it, he dialled his partner's number. He listened to the ring until her answering machine picked up. Shutting the tiny phone, he sighed. Where could she be? Had something happened to her?

Feeling a bit of apprehension, Booth turned on the TV and flicked through the channels, knowing fully well he wouldn't be able to watch anything until he spoke to his partner.

The sun had set by the time Bones told her friend she would let her go sleep. Angela accompanied her back to the door, telling her again not to worry about her fight with Booth and that everything would be better in the morning. Wishing her friend a good night, Bones had stepped into the darkness of the summer night.

In her car, her head resting against the headrest, Bones closed her eyes. Talking to Angela had cheered her up. She had realized her fight with Booth had been irrational. She shouldn't have argued with him. Their child's safety should come first and it would. As much as it pained her, she would stay at the lab from now on.

She looked over at her cellphone lying lifelessly on the passenger seat. A red light blinked. Picking it up, she glanced at the caller ID: the dimly-lit screen showed the familiar number of her partner's phone. It was past eleven by now. Should she call him back? He hadn't left her a message.

Angela had told her to go home and get some sleep, but Bones knew that would be out of the question if she didn't talk to her partner tonight. It was a little late, but Booth had showed up many times at her apartment later than that. On that thought, Bones turned on the ignition and drove out of her friend's driveway.

It was nearing 11:30 pm when Bones stepped out of the elevator and walked towards her friend's apartment. The hall was too quiet, making her feel edgy. She clearly remembered the last time she had been here. If only she would have known that last visit would alter their lives for ever, she wasn't sure she would have agreed to sleep over. Things had become complicated since then.

Stopping in front of his door, she took a deep breath. Nervousness overtook her as she knocked and waited for her partner to come to the door. Dozens of questions raced through her mind. How would he react? Was he still mad at her? Why had he called?

The door opened and there he was, standing in front of her. His sleepy eyes told her he had probably been sleeping or on the verge to.

"Hey… Did I wake you?"

Booth shrugged.

"I guess I felt asleep on the couch," he replied, surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk?"

Booth felt his heart swell with love. She looked almost vulnerable, standing outside his apartment, worry filling here yes. Booth stepped aside to let her in.

"You were right," she said as she walked in and made her way to the living room. "I was thinking about myself when I should have been thinking about our baby. I apologize."

Booth smiled, relieved.

"Will you be staying at the lab from now on?"

Bones nodded.

"And what you said about me only thinking of myself…"

"I'm sorry, Bones," Booth said, interrupting her and sitting down beside her on the couch.

"I am not a selfish person, Booth."

Booth felt a fresh wave of guilt wash over him. He shouldn't have said what he said; the fright of almost losing the two most important people in his life had pushed him to say things he hadn't meant. He was about to voice his thoughts when Bones cut him off.

"Even if your words did hurt me, I know you didn't really mean. You just want what's best for the baby."

"Not just for the baby, Bones. I want what's best for you too. I don't want to raise that kid alone. Haven't I made that clear yet? Because I really thought I had…"

Booth threw her his charm smile, making her smile.

"Look, Bones. I'm really sorry about what I said today. I just got so scared of losing both of you."

Putting his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her to him. Bones sighed softly as she sunk into his embrace. A smile tugged at her lips as she felt him kiss the top of her head. His free hand made its way to her stomach. The warm contact of his skin against hers made her shiver.

"Have you felt it kick yet?" Booth asked, caressing the small bump.

Holding her in his arms again felt great. He was definitely going to take advantage of it.

"Not yet," Bones replied, enjoying the softness of his touch. "But Angela said that it should be soon."

Booth gave her another quick kiss on the top of her head.

"You know, we should consider telling Parker about this. It's been four months now. I think it's time."

"You haven't told him yet?" Bones asked, surprised. "After all, you told Rebecca."

"I was waiting for you to tell him. I wanted us to be together when we did. I just didn't want him to think that his brother or sister would go through the same thing he's going through with Rebecca and me. The other day, he told me he wished we would stop arguing all the time."

"I doubt Parker will even think about that. Things between us are a lot different than they are between you and his mother."

"Really?" Booth asked, suddenly interested by where this conversation could be leading.

"Of course they are."

"Different, how?" he asked, giving her another kiss on the top of her head.

"Well, we work together," Bones started.

"What else?" Booth replied, this time kissing her forehead.

"We're friends."

A kiss on the cheek.

Bones' eyes closed unwillingly. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she loved the effect Booth was having on her. As Booth continued to kiss her softly, images of their previous passionate night flashed in her mind. Was this where things were going?

Slowly, she lost the ability to think. The images blurred until they were shapeless memories. She wanted to speak but her brain seemed to have shut off. Goosebumps appeared and a jolt of electricity ran up her spine.

"And we love each other?" Booth ventured, this time kissing her neck.

"Maybe…"

Looking up at her partner, she captured his lips with her own.

She woke up feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Opening her eyes, she looked over at the clock. The digits glowed 4:47.

In a few hours, she would be back at the lab, typing reports and analyzing some remains that had been waiting for years in limbo. If she was lucky, a body would be brought in for her to analyze with the help of an intern. It would be her world from now on: Booth would be out in the field, catching criminals, and she would be working in the lab… just like her life had been before had stepped back into it.

Something inside of her grabbed her attention. Barely breathing, she laid still, waiting. She felt it again: a faint nudge coming from inside her stomach. As much as she didn't want to go back to her pre-Booth life, working in a lab suddenly didn't seem like such a bad idea if it meant she would be able to feel her baby kicking once more.