A/N Hey everyone, this is short stupid chapter, I hate it. I also really don't want to do this story anymore, I'm somewhat disheartened. So yeah. Great.

After hanging up the phone with Angela, Temperance sat back down on her living room sofa, where she had been sitting since five o'clock that morning. She hadn't been able to sleep at all, her mind was racing and every time she thought back to the previous evening she felt a bit sick.

Booth had kissed her. And then he acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. Angela had told her to talk it over with him, but maybe they should have done that last night – then maybe she would have got some sleep. She felt almost angry with him for just getting out of the car, without putting her mind at rest. Especially since she was so hormonal. Maybe she should call him...

Almost as soon as she had thought it, the phone still beside her from her conversation with Angela began to ring. She stared at it for a while before picking it up, realising that the noise would stop once she did so.

"Hello?" she said, after bringing it close to her ear with shaking hands. If it was Booth, she would...

"Hi, it's me. Booth." As if she couldn't tell from his voice. They had been working together for how long now?

"Oh...Hi."

"You OK?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good."

Why wasn't he saying anything? She was meant to let him do the talking, otherwise she would mess things up, but she couldn't just sit here all day.

"Did you need something?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I just wanted to talk to you."

"About?"

"Last night. You remember?"

Of course she remembered!

"Um, yes." Now she felt like talking, and also she wanted to hear him say it, what she wanted to hear – that he wanted to be with her, be a family. Everything that Angela had said he would. She just wanted everything to be normal, she didn't want a complicated relationship with him. "What was that? I don't understand what happened!"

"I believe I kissed you, Temperance. But if I offended you or something, I'm so sorry, it didn't mean anything..."

"How can you say that?! It obviously meant something!"

"I know, I was just saying that because I didn't want you to worry about it."

"Well maybe you should have thought of that before you just left me sitting in my car!"

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't think of what to say to you. Are you mad?"

"No. I didn't mind, really." She smiled into the receiver, at heard him laugh at the other end of the line.

"That's good. You're not offended either?"

"Why would I be offended? It's a bit late for all that, don't you think?"

"Yeah. So what to we do now?"

"You want to go get something to eat. The twins are hungry."

"Sure, I'll pick you up. Do you think you can be ready in twenty minutes?"

"Just give me time to pee, I don't need to do anything else. I've been awake for about three hours already."

"Cause of me?"

"Yeah. So I think you should pay for breakfast."

"OK, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I'm a morning person anyway. See you soon."

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When she got into his car to drive to the diner near her house, he greeted her with another kiss. It still shocked her – because she hadn't been expecting it, and because it still felt kind of weird. Not that he wasn't got at it, he definitely was, but she was never going to get used to it.

For the whole journey, Temperance couldn't keep the smile off her face, and every time she stole a glance at him, he was beaming too. Everything felt right.

"OK, we're here, Smiley."

She looked at him and giggled. Temperance Brennan actually giggled. But if this was the kind of effect he was going to have on her, then so be it. She was happy. Both of them got out of the car, and he took her hand to lead her inside.

"Right, I'm paying, so you can get whatever you want. All three of you." he said with a grin. It was never going to get old that she was having his twins, that him and Temperance were going to be a family. He'd shout it from the rooftops, but he didn't think she'd appreciate that. Not yet, anyway. He knew she still wasn't entirely sure about the whole thing, but she wasn't alone any more. He was always going to help her out, but now they could do it together.

"I think we want pancakes."

They were ushered over to a table near the window by a tired and stressed looking waitress. Her name tag said Grace, but she didn't look like she was in a particularly good mood. Booth scoured the menu, and tried to narrow down the choices – bacon and eggs, or porridge. This diner was famed for its porridge, but he could smell the bacon already and it was making his mouth water. He looked up to ask Temperance if she was ready to order, but she was already looking at him, a smile plastered on her face.

"What?"

"Nothing. Everything's fine."

And everything really was.