I apologize profusely for the delay in posting this story. Between moving, helping my daughter adjust to school, and attempting to get through a high risk pregnancy, I have been very short on time and energy. I am going to try very hard to get new chapters posted soon.

Thanks for sticking with me.

Temperance Brennan sighed tiredly and lifted her feet gingerly onto the coffee table in front of her. She winced quickly and rolled her neck, closing her eyes and allowing her head to drop back against the soft leather.

"God I hate moving," Seeley Booth groaned, flopping sloppily on the sofa beside her. She lifted her head and gave him a fleeting glare of annoyance before the exhaustion overtook her once more. Sliding her hands tenderly across her belly she returned her head to it's resting place on teh sofa back. "There's so much damn work to do."

A mumbled grunt of affirmation was all she was able to muster, and Booth grinned to himself as he reached across the sofa to pull her feet into his lap. "Poor Bones."

She opened her eyes and smiled softly as he began to massage her aching feet. "That feels wonderful."

"I am to please," Booth winked, sliding his strong hands around her ankles.

"Is it finished?" Brennan sighed, reaching behind her to release her hair from the ponytail holding it tightly in place. "Please tell me we're finished."

"Mostly," his ministrations slid further up her leg to the tight muscles in her calves. "Parker's room needs some work, but it's nothing that needs to be done right away. I'll deal with it at some point this week."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help," she sighed again, rubbing gentle circles across her belly. "I dislike being so..." she paused, searching her mind for the most fitting word. "Nevermind. Apparently the fatigue is affecting my cognitive abilities."

"Incapactitated?" he offered her with a slight grin.

"Something like that. What time is it anyway?"

"Nine or so," Booth answered, a deep yawn cutting into his response. "I'm ready for bed though."

"Mmm" she mumbled sleepily, opening one eye lazily as she felt him shift on the sofa beside her. "Where are you going?" She gasped slightly as she felt his strong arms slide under her legs and around her back, lifting her gently from her resting place. "Booth, what are you doing?"

He slid her effortlessly into his arms and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before moving slowly across the living room. "We're going to bed."

"Put me down, Booth," she protested. "I'm perfectly capable of walking there on my own."

"I'm a traditionalist Bones," he smirked, flicking the light switch off with his elbow as he maneuvred through the hallway. "Humor me."

"Humor you in what exactly?" she asked, perturbed.

"I'm carrying you across the threshold," his grin widened at her look of irritation. "Or the closest I can get to the threshold anyway."

"There are multiple problems with your so called carrying me across the threshold," she began. "Firstly, the tradition of carrying a woman across the threshold applied to newlyweds, in an effort to protect the virtue of a new bride. I am neither a newlywed, nor a virgin whose chastity is in need of defending. Secondly, I have already lived in this apartment for many years on my own. If anyone should be carried across the threshold it's you."

Booth chuckled aloud as he deposited her on the bed and kissed the top of her head lovingly. "No heavy lifting remember. Otherwise I'd totally let you carry me across the threshold."

Brennan looked at him and rolled her eyes. "You are beyond help, you know that."

"Yeah, but you love me anyway."

The annoyance faded instantly and she slid her hand into his. "I do you know."

Booth leaned in and kissed her tenderly. "I know Bones." She smiled and watched as he flopped down on the bed beside her. "This bed is fantastic."

"I'm glad you approve," it was her turn to smirk. "You've already been sleeping on it for months, it hasn't changed simply because you and I have decided to co-habitate."

He grinned at her and rolled onto his side, raising himself up on his elbow. "That's where you're wrong Bones."

"How exactly am I wrong?" her brow furrowed in mild confusion. "It's the same bed it was last night."

"Yeah, but last night it was just your bed. Tonight it's ours." She couldn't help but smile at the brightness of his grin.

"You're right," Brennan conceded. "It is a much better bed now."

"I can't wait to make it even better," Booth yawned, dropping down onto his back.

"How exactly do we improve on the quality of the bed now?" she played along, sliding across the bed and curling up into his side. "New sheets perhaps?"

He lifted his head and waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. "We're going to christen the bed Bones."

"Christen the bed? " she looked amused. "I'm assuming that is a euphamism for engaging in sexual intercourse?"

Booth groaned and dropped back once again. "Way to take the romance out of it there Bones."

"I wasn't aware there was any romance involved in christening furniture," she smiled, always enjoying their playful banter. "You'll have to outline the process for me. I'm afraid I've never officially Christened a physical object before."

"You're a genius Bones, you'll pick it up quickly."

"I'm sure you're correct," she ran her fingers across his chest, basking in the warmth emanating from his body.

"Unfortunately for the bed, the christening is going to have to be postponed for a little while," Booth yawned once again. "A proper christening deserves an excellent performance, and I don't think either one of us is going to deserve any awards tonight." He waited for her response, fully expecting her to rise to his bait and defend her sexual prowess, but none came. Lifting his head slightly he looked down at the unusually peaceful woman beside him. Temperance Brennan had fallen asleep in his arms. He reached beside him to turn off the lamp before pulling the covers around their bodies. "Goodnight Bones," he whispered, kissing her forehead lovingly before resting his head back and following her into sleep.