A/N: Whew! It's been a while since I updated this one! Here is the next chapter of Moments, I hope you like! I've also posted a chapter of Charismatic Evil and I may get around to doing one for Remembrances as well, so check those out! And thank you so much to everyone for the reviews!

They had a fight. A big one. One that left them both screaming at each other, saying hateful things. She hated it when they fought. She loved when they bantered back and forth; it was one of the favourite things of her relationship.

But this, this was worse.

And he had left the house that they had only moved into three weeks before, saying he needed to clear his head. And she desperately tried to do the same.

She was sitting on the back porch, on the rail, looking out on to their lawn. They were planning on putting a garden there but hadn't got around to it yet.

A tear slipped down her cheek and she wiped it away, hoping more wouldn't come.

She loved Booth. So much so that it radiated to her core and yet, it scared her. And even though he said he understood, she knew he couldn't really get it. Couldn't understand this tumultuous change she was going through.

They had been dating for almost a year when they decided to move in together. He slowly introduced her to Parker and she had gotten used to him. She met his family and still felt awkward around them but she was getting used to it. Although she was glad they weren't that close, because she had a feeling they didn't like her that much.

But she was happy, they were happy and she had hoped to continue on this road.

Then Rebecca got pregnant. And when Booth found out, he began acting a little distant. She confronted him and asked him what was wrong, and he confessed that he would love to be a parent again.

That cut her deep, straight to her core. She didn't want children, he knew this, he had promised her that it would never be an issue. And here it was, a little over a year into their relationship and it had reared its ugly head.

She just lost it, arguing with him about how he had promised her and he replied that sometimes things happen and then she yelled back that if she ever got pregnant, she would immediately get an abortion. Things escalated from there and soon they were yelling things to each other that they never said before.

He left and here she was, sitting with a cup of tea, trying to decide the fate of her future with Booth. She heard the front door open and she sighed. She wasn't really in the mood for another fight. To be honest, she wasn't sure she had it in her.



The porch door creaked and soon he was outside with her. He took a seat in one of the chairs and she felt his eyes on her. She refused to turn her eyes from the backyard, fearful that she would burst into tears if she looked at him.

"Temperance." He said softly. "I'm sorry."

She didn't move.

"Look, I love you. I know I said this wouldn't be an issue and it isn't but… I mean it is but…what I'm trying to say is that I want to figure this out with you."

"You left." She managed to say.

"I know." He replied, putting his head in his hands. "I know and I shouldn't have, I just…we were so angry and I didn't want to keep fighting." He got up and began to pace.

"This isn't anything to do with you. I just need to figure this out inside of me. Does that make sense?"

"You made me feel like I wasn't enough." She said, her lip trembling.

He moved beside her, tilting her chin and seeing the unshed tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He said, his voice shaky. "You're more than enough to me, you're everything to me."

"If you want a baby…" she started.

He put his finger over her lips and shook his head.

"No. I want you."

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. She opened her mouth and hungrily kissed him back, her arms weaving around his neck.

"God, I love you." He gasped, between kisses. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't leave me again." She said, resting her forehead against his.

He scooped her up in his arms and she laughed.

"Never." He swore. "Now come on, Dr. Brennan, I think it's your bedtime."

"Well, I suppose…" she said coyly. "Are you going to tuck me in?"

"You'd better believe it." He said, huskily as he carried her up the stairs.