"Bones….what's wrong?" Booth found her crying in the bedroom.
"I was thinking," she sniffled, "about anthropology and how it relates to child rearing."
"If I understood that, it might make me cry too. What's going on?" He sat down next to her.
"Aren't you concerned about us conceiving a child so soon after we began the sexual component of our relationship? Traditionally, men feel they have to support their children. I don't want you to feel bound by societal conventions. I can raise this child on my own. I don't want you to feel trapped….but I don't want you to leave me." More tears. "I'm sorry…pregnancy tears...my hormones are making me emotional."
"Bones….do you know how long I've loved you?"
She wiped away tears. "Angela says years."
"She's right. I remember that day we stood in front of the diner and I told you there was more than one kind of family. I already knew you'd change my life, but that was the day I knew I wanted you as my family. I still do. That'll never change."
"Things do change, Booth...some day you might find me unattractive, or get bored, or you might find someone like Hannah who you'll love more than me. I don't want to lose you."…Tears began to flow again.
Booth embraced her tenderly. "Hannah was a mistake, and I'm sorry that it happened. Please believe me, Bones. Baby or no baby, I've always wanted us to be a family. It happened differently than what I had in mind, but I'm so happy about how things turned out. I'm going to love you more every day. I'm going to be here for you, and our child, for the rest of my life, Ok? No more tears, alright? I'm not leaving."
She sniffed. "Promise?"
"Promise."