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She opened the door to her bedroom and he led her in with his hand in the small of her back. She grabbed some clothes from the closet and headed to the bathroom. "I'm going to change," she told him as he shut the bedroom door. Booth plopped down in a chair, worn out from the long day. Resting his head on the back of the chair, his mind tried to take in the day. His eyes were closed when he heard the bathroom door open. Brennan, thinking he was asleep, tiptoed over to the chair. She ran her fingers through his hair and whispered his name. Booth lazily opened his eyes, perfecting the charade. He reached out and pulled her into his lap. Brennan was caught completely off guard, but enjoyed it too much to argue.

"Are you…'fine'?" questioned Booth using Brennan's favorite choice of words.

"Yes, I'm fine," stated Brennan with a smile creeping out from the corners of her mouth.

Booth looked into her eyes. He could still see so much sadness, but he thought he also caught just a hint of contentment. They sat there for the longest time; Booth rubbing her back and her head resting on his shoulder

Booth couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked sitting there in his arms. Her hair draped perfectly down her shoulder and onto the silk fabric of her pajamas. The dark emerald color caused her eyes to darken and look so much more mysterious. Booth's visual inventory was cut short when Brennan shivered in his arms.

"Are you cold?" he asked with a concerned look on his face.

"A little," she admitted.

"Why don't you get in bed," he suggested, "I'll be right back."

She really didn't want him to let go, but knew she needed the rest. She moved over to the king size bed, pulling back the covers as he stepped into the bathroom. He emerged from the bathroom wearing blue-stripped pajama pants. His gaze immediately found her. She was lying on her side tracing the flower design with her fingertip. He turned off the bathroom light, which left the moon as the only source of light. Walking over toward the bed, he was trying to figure out what he should do.

'Should I grab the blanket off the foot of the bed and sleep in the chair or should I simply crawl under the covers with her.' He pondered this thought for what seemed like hours. He finally decided on the first option.

Moving to the head of the bed he reached for a pillow, but his attempt at moving the pillow from the bed was halted. Letting go, she reached for his hand.

"Stay with me?" she asked, "Please."

He climbed into the bed making sure he had a visual of what was 'his' side of the bed. He didn't want to scare her or make her feel uncomfortable. This was a time for her to grow closer to him and him to her. There was no way he was going to screw this up. Turns out his visual assessment wasn't needed, once in the bed and lying comfortably on his back, she curled up along side of him resting her head on his chest.

Morning came too early for Brennan. She wasn't ready for this day. First, and the most selfish of her reasons, she didn't want to leave the warmth of his arms. She felt safe and…loved. But the driving force behind her reluctance of the day was Kennedy. She just couldn't do it. Sitting in the hospital watching her take her few last breaths, would have been the hardest part for most people. But for some reason it still didn't seem 'real'. Logic told her Kennedy was gone, but logic never seemed to apply to Kennedy. She loved unconditionally, she lived everyday as though tomorrow would never come, and she spoke what was on her mind. Booth awoke to see Brennan playing all of these emotions out in her head.

All he knew to do was to whisper, "I'm here."

Brennan rolled over to look into his eyes. He could see that deep pain emerging in her eyes.

She tried to smile as she said, "Good morning. How did you sleep?"

"Good, very good," he commented.

They both slipped out of the bed. Booth headed for the shower and Brennan went down stairs to start breakfast. Not much to her surprise, she heard Noah playing in the living room.

"Hey little man," she said.

Her voice startled Noah and he jumped. Turning quickly around, he saw Tempe standing in the doorway.

"Aunt Tempe," he grinned running toward her, "Are you gonna make your famous blueberry muffins for breakfast?"

"You got it," she said picking him off the floor.

She carried him into the kitchen and sat him up on the granite countertop.

"Ok, let's see…"she mumbled as she went about grabbing different ingredients from the cabinets. "You want to help?" she asked Noah as she placed each ingredient on the counter beside him.

"Yes, yes, yes," he repeated enthusiastically.

Before long, the muffins were in the oven and a messy Noah was ready for a bath. Tempe set the timer, put Noah down, and led him up the stairs holding his hand. Booth intercepted them at the top.

"Hey little buddy, what happened to you?" Booth asked looking down at a flour covered Noah.

"He got into a fight with the whisk, the whisk won," Brennan stated as she twirled Noah around.

Booth chuckled, "Here, let me have him and I'll let you check in on Andy."

She nodded in agreement and headed down the hallway to Andy's room. Peeking in the door, she could see Andy was awake, but had kept himself content by watching the spinning characters on his mobile.

"Hey sweet pea," whispered Brennan, "you ready to get out of there?"

Andy giggled.

'He sounds just like Kennedy' she thought. She reached in and picked Andy up out of his crib. She carried him down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"I bet you want a bottle," she soothed as she opened up the refrigerator.

Getting a bottle out, she turned around and placed it in the bottle warmer on the opposite counter. She began busying herself around the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher, cleaning up the mess she and Noah made, getting Andy's bottle from the warmer, and grabbing the muffins out of the oven. She had successfully managed all of this while still holding Andy and humming a lullaby. Little did she know that Booth and Noah were watching her from the safety of the bottom step.

"What's going on guys?" Thomas asked coming down the steps behind them.

Brennan glanced up from Andy and threw Booth a smile.

"Breakfast is ready if you want any," she stated.

"Your famous blueberry muffins, I hope?" asked Thomas.

"As always," she replied.

They all sat down at the table and began eating. Brennan continued cradling Andy while he was finishing his bottle. Noticing the predicament she was in, Booth held a muffin in front of Brennan's mouth.

"Bite?" he asked.

"Thanks," she said with a smile and then took a bite of the muffin. After everyone finished their breakfast, they all just sat there looking at each other; knowing what the other was thinking, but not wanting to say it out loud.

Noah finally broke the silence, "Daddy, do we have to say goodbye to Mommy today?"

"Yes, I'm afraid we do, son," replied Thomas.

Booth looked over at Brennan. Tears were already streaming down her face.

'How am I going to get through today?' she asked herself.

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