AN: Here is the next chapter! This one didn't turn out how I had planned when I wrote the list, but I hope you all like it anyway! Please Review!

Kicks

Brennan sat on the bed that night while Booth watched TV. However, unlike other nights, she wasn't reading or working on her book. She wasn't doing paperwork on their latest case. No computer at all in fact.

Booth had thought she would have a book or some brainy article with her. But no, she didn't have paper either. In fact, her hands were just resting in her lap. Anyone else may have headphones and an iPod. But Brennan would not risk her hearing, even if she did enjoy her Tibetan Throat Singer research.

No, when Booth looked over at her, Brennan was just sitting propped up against the headboard with her hands resting on her abdomen and a smile on her face. A radiant, beautiful smile that was absolutely contagious.

Because, as of 6 days ago, she could feel the baby kicking.

While Booth would say that the baby was saying hello, Brennan knew that the quickening sensation was her uterine wall perceiving movements that the fetus was making. They had both seen the baby moving on ultrasounds, both in the doctor's office and using the lab's technology, but this was different.

Watching the baby move on the screen was like watching a movie. It felt removed. Although it was breathtaking to listen to the heart beat and watch their baby, there were still moments that Brennan would be wrapped up in her work and forget about the life growing within her. But now that she felt the movement, the baby would remind her before a mirror or physical restriction would and she couldn't help but smile.

It had started in the car on the way home from work. Temperance at first thought it was her cell phone vibrating. When she realized that her phone was not on vibrate and no one had called or messaged her, she thought it must have been gas, as unladylike as that was to admit. But when she felt it again 20 minutes later and then again 15 minutes after that, she knew it was neither the cell phone nor gas. It was their baby.

Now, Brennan rarely got overly excited. Sure there were moments over the years, undercover assignments, digs in remote locations, and the last time she remembered being very excited was when she was preparing for her presentation with Mr. Nigel-Murray.

But not one of those instances could compare to what she felt right at that moment. Booth swerved when he heard her yelp.

After that the baby must have slept because no matter how long Booth sat with her on the couch, desperately wanting to share in the experience, Brennan didn't feel it again. Well, she did. But it was after she had finally convinced Booth to give her and her uterus some space; there was no way she was going to tell him she felt it again that night.

The next day she felt the flutters throughout her workday. The baby especially seemed to increase movement after the sugar rush from a piece of pie. Another thing that Brennan hid from Booth.

Brennan had been walking around on the metaphorical Cloud Nine since first feeling the baby move. She had gushed about it with Angela. She had made sure all of her co-workers knew of the latest development and assured them that it would not interfere with their work. Although Clark did point out that interrupting what everyone was doing to inform them of this new wonder of biology was in fact, interfering with their work.

Booth on the other hand, although ecstatic for Brennan of course, was not on Cloud Nine. It had been explained to him that the movements would not be felt on the outside for up to 5 more weeks. But Booth did not accept this, he wanted to feel the baby move now. He was desperate to feel movement and his already fidgety fingers itched more than his pocket poker chip could satisfy.

Any time he saw Brennan drop a hand to her stomach, he quickly added his. He would not miss his first chance to feel it, even if he had to stay up all night hovering over her baby bump.

So when Booth looked over and saw Bones sitting there with her hands on her belly, he quickly turned from baseball playoffs and lay beside her on the bed. By now Temperance was accustomed to having Booth's hands on her and took his hand to place it where she felt movement.

"Can you feel that?" she asked.

"No," he grumbled.

"I'm sorry. I wish you could. It's amazing." She just couldn't break her smile, even thought she knew that Booth was feeling left out.

Running her fingers through his hair as he rested his head on her shoulder and kept his hand on her abdomen, Brennan started to drift off to sleep. After the first day or two, she no longer was kept awake with the light baby movements, something she knew would change as the baby got stronger and space became limited.

Just as Booth too was going to resign himself to sleep he felt a slight movement. He sat up abruptly but kept his hand glued to her in hopes of feeling it again. He wanted to wake his girlfriend up, but he had learned not to wake a sleeping bear, umm, pregnant woman.

After a few more minutes of feeling nothing, he shut out the lights and got comfortable under the blanket. In a reverse of how they learned to sleep together months ago, Brennan lay on her back and Booth was on his side facing her. He left his hand on her protecting their baby.

A few days later Brennan felt the baby move on the outside for the first time. What Booth must have felt was an air pocket or wishful thinking. But she couldn't burst his balloon. She had learned the kindness of a white lie. She had learned the satisfaction of idleness. And she had learned the joy of a miracle.