Comfort
It has been a long day for Brennan. The standing and hovering over a table wrecking havoc with her pregnant body. But now she is home, showered, dressed and stuffed full of more food than she ever thought was possible for her to eat in one sitting. Since the next day is Saturday and there isn't a case, Brennan is looking forward to sleeping in.
She locks the door, Booth's reminders finally kicking in, and shuts off all the lights. One hand rubbing her back and the other caressing her swollen stomach, she waddles her way into the bedroom. She uses the moonlight spilling in from the window to guide her way to the large brand new bed.
With a sigh she sits, a soft smile touching her lips. She settles her way down the bed, carefully adjusting the plethora of pillows around her to support her unborn baby. Bringing the top of the thin sheet up to her chin, she again sighs and closes her eyes for slumber.
A few minutes later the silence is broken by the soft sound of material moving as Brennan adjusts her position ever so slightly. Still not quite right, she decides. Sitting up as best she can on her own she again begins the annoyingly long process of shifting the pillows. Now laying on her other side, Brennan again settles, closing her tired eyes instantly.
Five minutes later her eyes are open again as the start of pain starts to seep in. she isn't surprised, she hasn't been able to sleep on this side in weeks. Disgruntled, she begins over again, hoping that this time she will find that elusive sense that is keeping her from sleep. This time her sigh is of frustration as she once again closes her eyes.
Ten minutes of fluffing and shifting later, Brennan places her hand over her tear filled eyes. She doesn't know what to do; something is keeping her from resting. Before she can release her first sob the sound of keys in the lock of the front door silence her. Wiping her eyes and pretending to sleep so she won't worry him, Brennan listens to his soft footsteps.
She hears him pause at the doorway and wonders he is looking at her or is just as tired as she is and just simply fell asleep leaning against the wall. After a moment his footfalls sound again, bringing him over to the other side of the bed. She listens to the sound of fabric moving over skin as he undresses down to his boxers.
The bed dips with his weight and shifts as he moves his way over to her body. His warm arm slides around her, his large palm settling over her belly button. She feels his lips kiss her shoulder softly, hears his whispered 'I love you' and smiles as all of the tension seems to slide out of her body. Here it is, here is the missing element that has kept her awake.
She should have known she couldn't sleep without the comfort of Booth's arms around her.
Look, no dialogue! Another first for me. Tell me how I did