Final chapter....thanks to everyone who has stopped by.
Thanks to those who kept coming back to finish the tale.
Thanks to those who commented.
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Firstly I need to apologise to Hart here......some major tweaking......all in the name of a good storyline!
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It was now three weeks, four days and five hours since he had heard that shot.
Three weeks, four days and five hours since that moment when he thought he may have lost her. When he closed his eyes he could still see the nightmare of her falling to the ground.
Three weeks, four days and two hours after the surgery to remove that solitary bullet.
In theory, the doctors had told him, the operation had gone well. The bullet had been removed. Her body was slowly recuperating. She had spent two weeks in hospital and had been home for well over a week.
But Booth had to admit he was worried.
The doctors had reassured him that her wound was healing well, and that her body just needed rest.
But Booth was worried.
She was sleeping for long stretches each and every day. And for the last four days she had been nauseous as well. She was struggling to keep food down; she was extremely pale and she was still very weak. Bones was not regaining her strength.
He was worried.
Enough was enough! He had taken her back to the hospital, the fact that Bones didn't even resist the idea worried him more.
The doctor ordered Booth from the room before examining her. He told Booth he could wait in the small waiting area while they did more tests, tests that could take up to an hour.
Booth was too restless to sit so he wandered the halls until he found the chapel. He went inside and sat down.
There was a clock on the wall.
As he prayed he could hear the clock tick.
He heard his life tick by. Please God....
Thirty minutes later he made his way back to waiting room where he sat down on one of the chairs.
There was a clock on the wall.
As he waited he watched the hands move slowly.
He watched his life tick by. Please God....
Booth slowly rose from his chair when he saw the doctor finally emerge from her room.
"She's going to be fine Seeley," Doctor Grange said confidently. "We have started her on medication to help improve her iron levels, and we have given her something for the nausea."
So far the only thing that had registered was that she WAS going to be okay. He felt a rush of relief and his legs felt weak.
Doctor Grainger manoeuvred Booth to sit down again. "She's going to be fine," he repeated.
"I don't understand. If the gunshot is healing, what is causing this setback? Has she some sort of infection?" Booth asked.
"Seeley, Temperance is pregnant. She's in the early stages of her pregnancy. Because of the operation to remove the bullet we've done some tests just to make sure the baby is fine. The results show both the baby and Temperance are fine." he said. "The fact that she is pregnant plus the loss of blood from the gunshot has taken its toll on her body. With rest she will be fine."
Booth took a deep breath, "My girl's fine?"
The doctor nodded.
"A baby!"
The doctor nodded.
"And the baby's fine?"
The doctor nodded.
"A baby! Are you sure? Of course you're sure......" Booth was in a daze.
"Wow! A baby!" He said to himself.
After a moment he asked, "Does my girl know yet?"
"I thought perhaps you might like to be the one who told her?" Doctor Grainger asked with a smile.
"Thanks Doc," he said as he shook the doctor's hand and then entered her room.
To him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world!
Always had been!
Always would be!
And now she was going to be the mother of his child!
She had been lightly dozing until she sensed his approach. She smiled when she saw him and tried to sit up.
"Hi," he said. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay Booth. Have they got the tests back yet? I have several questions for the doctor. Have you talked to him?"
He nodded.
He climbed up on the bed and lied down beside her. She snuggled into the crook of his arm. She knew it was irrational, but she felt comforted with his arm around her for support. And if she was honest with herself she enjoyed his touch.
He kissed her forehead.
"Booth? What did the doctor say?"
"Well, you know that glass of wine we usually like to share every night with dinner?" he asked looking deep into her eyes.
She nodded.
"Well you're going to have to stop that," he said.
"Why, am I having an allergic reaction to it? Do I have some sort of infection that is reacting with the wine? What medicinal problems are caused through the wine? I don't understand Booth."
"No," he said with a smile. "That's not the reason."
He paused. He waited.
She frowned.
"You're pregnant." He said softly.
"I'm pregnant?" She said in wonder. She looked at him in amazement.
"I'm pregnant!" She put her hand to her stomach.
He covered her hand with his and said "We're pregnant!"
She smiled and said in awe, "A little girl."
"Or boy," said Booth with a smile.
He lifted her chin and kissed her.
"Booth...."
"Statistically over 15000 babies are born every hour," she stated.
"Statistically our having a baby isn't terribly remarkable," she rationalised.
"Statistically people hear this news every day," she declared.
"But oh my goodness Booth.....WE are having a baby....a miracle....our baby is SO much more special than a statistic don't you think?" Tears welled in her eyes as she realised the magnitude of their news.
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...... From the doorway she smiled. She turned and left them to their privacy....they hadn't even realised she was there.
The love these two people radiated....you only had to look at them to know they belonged together. And now a baby! She smiled as she thought how cute that baby was going to be! And she would just have to tell that little cutie when it grew up how Aunty Angela got mummy and daddy together!
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The End
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