Sorry for the long wait. Life's been busy. It's a short chapter I know but I wanted a break betwen this and the next, so bear with me for awhile and hopefully I'll get the next chapter up soon.

Booth

I'm awakened by Bones trying to extract herself from my arms. I crack my eyes open. Sunlight is streaming in through the window. I groan, I do not feel rested at all. I can't imagine how tired Bones must be.

"Hey, we're on vacation, no need to wake so early." I mumble into her hair.

"I need to use the bathroom Booth."

"Ok, come right back?"

Bones climbs out of bed. I might have drifted off back to sleep, I'm not sure for how long but when I open my eyes again, Bones still hasn't returned. Concerned I slide out of bed, not bothering to put on my brace. I hear my knee crack as I get up and wincing. My therapist had warned me, if I don't comply to the treatment he's prescribed my knee would be prone to dislocation. I'll just have to make sure I'm able to get back to the field once we get back. Things changed, Bones is carrying my child now.

I limp to the bathroom. The door is slightly ajar.

"Bones?"

I hear retching sounds and I push the door open. Bones is hunched over the toilet, puking her guts out. Poor baby. I reach out a hand and gently rub her back and with my other hand I help to hold her hair back. She stops and I help her to her feet. I wait as she rinses her mouth and brushes her teeth.

Wiping her mouth with a towel, she gives me an annoyed look. "This is all your fault you know."

"My fault?"

"You got me pregnant."

"Hey, you're the one who decided you'd stop the pill without even telling me!"

"Still I couldn't have gotten pregnant on my own!"

Oh boy, wait till she goes into labor.

"Right Bones. And I wasn't even aware there was a possibility I'd get you pregnant when we were making love!"

She looks like she wants to argue back when she suddenly holds her hand to her mouth and throws up into the toilet again. I wait quietly as she cleans up again, expecting her to come at me again. It's gonna be a long nine months.

"I don't feel too well."

"I can see that." I quirk my lip upwards in a slight grin. "Look for what's it's worth, I'm sorry?"

"I told you to stop apologizing."

There's no winning this argument. I lift my hands up, palms facing her, showing my surrender.

"Ok, ok. Come here."

I pull her to me for a hug. "Tell me how I can make this easier for you."

"I need something to settle my stomach."

"Breakfast?"

"Booth, the thought of food makes me sick."

"You gotta eat something Bones, how's our baby gonna grow?"

"I'm not sure I can keep anything down."

"The crackers and tea my Mom made helped right?"

"Maybe."

"Come on, let's go downstairs, see if my Mom knows what to do."

"Booth?"

"What?"

"Remember your promise?"

"Yeah. Don't worry I'll talk to my old man later alright?"

Bones smiles. We walk hand in hand to the kitchen. The house is strangely quiet. Mom is not in the kitchen like I would have expected. I know I said some things I shouldn't have last night to my parents.

I pull a chair for Bones, then put the kettle to boil. I find the crackers that Mom gave Bones the other evening. I make myself a cup of coffee and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich then sit next to Bones who is taking tiny bites out of her food.

"Come on Bones, that's not eating."

"Why don't you try getting some food down while you feel like throwing up!"

"Hey I'm just worried for my baby."

"The baby is as much mine as it is yours."

"I know, I know, sorry. I just, ok Bones you win. Being pregnant is tough, and I'll never know what it's like, so I'll get off your back ok?"

"I want this pregnancy to go as smoothly as you do, and I want the best for our child too."

"I know Bones."

"Once we get home, I'll make sure I see Dr Cowan."

"And I'm gonna be right there with you."

I reach out and drape my arm over her shoulders pulling her to me to kiss her on the top of her head.

The ringing phone interrupts our breakfast bickering and I pick up.

"Seeley?"

"Mom? Where are you?"

"You have to come to the hospital now."

"Are you ok?"

"It's your father…." I hear Mom sob and I instantly know what this is about. "The doctors think he doesn't have much time left, maybe today or tomorrow."

"I'll be right there."

Mom's silent. Maybe she thought I wouldn't come.

"I'm on my way Mom. We can talk when I get there."

I hang up and Bones looks at me questioningly.

"It's my Dad. The doctors think he doesn't have much time left."

"How much time is that?"

"Today, maybe tomorrow."

"We have to go now."

"No, I think maybe you'd better stay here, You're in no shape – "

"I'm not letting you do this alone Booth." She looks at me with her no nonsense look, the one she usually reserves for her interns. I don't think we have much time to argue anyway.

"Ok, let's go."

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