To make up for FOX screwing us and NOT giving us our 11 episodes in a row like they promised, I thought posting a new chapter up real quick would help console some of us. Long chapter, so here goes. Enjoy!

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Brennan

I wake up to the silence of the night. I'm feeling hot and uncomfortable and I have to pee. Frequent urination. Another perk of being pregnant. I roll slowly onto my back, expecting to hit the solid wall of muscle that is my husband. Instead I find myself alone in his old bed. Where is Booth? What time is it?

My eyes adjust to the dim light and I make out Booth's sleeping form on Jared's bed. He must have been afraid he'd wake me. I check the clock. The display reads 1:46. My stomach rumbles. I'm eating for two now. Better listen to my body's urges. I'm craving something sweet.

I make my way out of the room to the bathroom down the hallway. After relieving myself, I go down stairs looking for something sweet to eat.

I flick on the kitchen lights and jump out of my skin. Booth's father is sitting at the dining table.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

I take a breath. My heart is racing in my chest from the adrenalin running through my body. I remember Booth's stories of what his father did to him. I have a black belt in karate. No problem at all. I also remember what Jackie said to me.

"It's ok. I wasn't expecting anyone here. Why are you sitting in the dark?"

"The pain gets really bad sometimes, I can't sleep."

Jackie must have told him that she told me the truth. I eye the glass of scotch in Amos' hand wearily.

"Don't worry it's my first and only one tonight."

"Considering what Seeley has told me about you, you would understand if I'm skeptical."

"I wouldn't blame you. But I am telling the truth."

"You should be on strong painkillers for your pain."

"I am, but lately, I think they're not working so well."

"You should go back to your doctor, he can prescribe you something stronger."

"I have an appointment tomorrow, I just have to hang tough till then."

I can see where Booth gets his alpha-male, act-tough tendencies from.

"You needed something?"

"I'm hungry."

Amos smiles. It's the first time I've seen him smile since I got here. I instantly recognize Seeley and Jared in that smile. I can imagine when their father wasn't so emaciated. He would have looked just as handsome as both brothers. I can see where they got their good-looks from. Amos' zygomatic arches are high and symmetrical, a genetic trait passed on to both his sons.

"I remember when Jackie was pregnant with Seeley. She used to wake me up in the middle of the night with these weird cravings."

"I didn't want to wake Seeley, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"I should think so. But I'm sure it'll give Seeley great pleasure to look after you, especially since you're his wife and you're carrying his child."

"I never thought of that."

"Well want me to fix you something?"

"No thanks."

I feel Amos watching me as I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, then take the seat opposite him.

"I bet that goes well with some milk."

Amos pours me a glass and I can see him grimace in pain as he moves. I also notice his breathing is more labored than before.

"Thanks." I mutter as he places the glass before me. I take a bite out of my sandwich, pleased to find that I'm not nauseous.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm a little short of breath. Happens when you have lung cancer. Good news is that it won't be long now."

"Won't be long till what?"

Amos chuckles. I seem to be getting along a lot better with Booth's parents than he is.

"Till I'm sent to purgatory."

"You believe that you deserve punishment for your actions while you're alive."

"Yes. Especially after all I've done to my wife and sons."

"That's why you're so eagerly seeking forgiveness from them. You're hoping to lessen your punishment after you die."

"No. I deserve what's coming for me. I'm not into this psychology thing, but when I was diagnosed, they sent me to this shrink, to help me deal with my impending death. I found out from my sessions that the only way the people I hurt can move on from what I did to them is for them to forgive me."

"I don't believe in psychology either, but what you say makes sense. I know from personal experience." I take another bite out of my sandwich.

"You mean your own father?"

"Yes. My parents abandoned me in my teens and I was left in foster care. Not a pleasant experience at all. I was angry with my parents for so long. When I found out my father wasn't really dead, Seeley convinced me to forgive my father, something I eventually did."

"I hear you and your father are close now."

"Yes."

"It's a lot easier to give advice to other people when you're not in their shoes."

"I'm not sure I know what you mean by that."

I sip the milk and take another bite of my all too delicious sandwich.

"It means, Seeley can persuade you to forgive your father but he cannot forgive me."

"To be fair, my father never physically abused me."

"You have a good point. I still hope Seeley forgives me, before I go. It'll be so much harder on him after I'm gone and he realizes he wanted to. I'm not proud of what I did, and I cannot hide behind the alcohol. Sure it made me angrier and do things I normally wouldn't, but I had no right to raise a hand to them."

I nod, finishing my sandwich. I'm about to speak when I hear footsteps rapidly approach us.

"Bones."

I turn. Booth is limping towards me clad only in a pair of sweatpants. He's not wearing his brace. No wonder I didn't hear him sooner.

"What are you doing Bones?"

I see Booth's eyes dart from mine to his father's. Anger flashes in Booth's face.

"What did you do?"

Booth stands protectively over me.

"Amos didn't do anything except get me a glass of milk. I woke up hungry – "

"Should've woke me."

"You were sleeping so soundly – "

"Just wake me the next time alright Bones?"

"We were just talking Seeley."

"Right." Booth's eyes narrow and he glares menacingly at his father. His voice is low and firm but I know he is boiling with anger. "Just stay away from my wife."

"Seeley I know what I did to you, your brother and mother was wrong. So very wrong. I just need you to forgive me."

"What so you can get an easier time when you die? No fucking way."

"That was not my intention."

"Whatever. It's too late now."

Booth nods at my empty plate. "You done?"

"Yes."

I feel his hand close firmly around my upper arm, pulling me gently to my feet, his gentleness concealing the raw strength underneath his muscles.

"Let's go back to bed."

"You should sit down and talk to your father – "

Booth looks at me like I've grown a second head.

"We're leaving in the morning."

"What? Why? I thought we were staying for two weeks?"

"Changed my mind."

"You really need to talk to your father."

His eyes bore into mine. The look on his face changes from one of realization, like when he figures out a case we're working on, back to anger.

Booth shakes his head. "I can't believe this."

His hand falls from my arm and he takes a step back. He runs a hand through his dark hair.

"I can't believe you were in on this too Bones."

Damnit, Jackie must have told him the truth when I was sleeping.

"Booth, I found out two days ago."

"And you didn't tell me then?!"

"It's not her fault, your mother told her not to tell you."

"This is none of your business Dad. Bones, we promised never to keep things – "

"We promised but I made a promise to your mother too."

"You're supposed to be on my side!" He yells.

"I was merely doing what I thought was right."

"You – "

Booth pauses, biting down on his lip.

"I'm not doing this, I'm not you." He points a finger at his father.

"You're not me son, but if you don't face this, you could be."

"You know what? I'm not listening to any of this. Let's just go upstairs, ok Bones?"

"Ok." I reply softly.

Booth looks a tad remorseful and I suspect it's not because of his father but because he raised his voice at me.

He takes my hand and I allow him to lead us back to the bedroom. He closes the door then turns to me.

"I'm sorry Bones. I didn't mean to – "

"I was only doing as your mother requested."

"I know. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It wasn't your fault. It just, it hurts alright? To know you'd keep something like that from me."

"Hurting you was never my intention."

"I know Bones. Let's just forget it ok? Come on, let's get some sleep. We'll go home tomorrow."

"Booth."

"I don't wanna talk about my Dad, ok Bones?"

"What your father told me just now, you need to at least give him a chance, to hear what he has to say to you."

"Bones, please, I've got a killer headache, just let it go alright?"

He's giving me his sad little puppy look, but I know this time he's hurting for real.

"Ok." I pull him to me for a hug and let him bury his head in my shoulder. After some time he moves his head to kiss me, a kiss burning with pain and want.

He walks us to the bed, lying down and pulling me on top of him. I feel him grind his already hard erection into me. Just when I think he wants to make love to me he breaks the kiss.

"Not till you get checked out."

Sometimes I marvel at this man's self-control.

"But what about your – " I cup his erection through his sweats.

Booth groans. "Not a problem Bones. Just go to sleep ok?"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Ok." I roll off him. Settling myself in the crook of his arm.

"Hey."

I look up at him. "It's not you ok? I just don't want to hurt the baby."

"You won't."

"Humor me."

"You're not mad at me anymore?"

"No Bones, I can never stay angry at you."

I smile. I feel his lips on my forehead.

"Go to sleep."

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