Here's chapter 3. Enjoy!

xSweetSerenityx

He saw her standing in his kitchen. She was looking through the cupboards while standing on her tiptoes. He walked up beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "How's it going there, baby?"

She sighed and turned toward him. "Booth please do not call me baby."

Booth smiled at her, "I meant the actual baby, Bones."

Her expression turned into one of shock and embarrassment. "Oh." Brennan pulled away to reach back into another cupboard. "We're doing alright. I'm starting to feel a little nauseas though. I was thinking of finding some crackers."

Booth reached over her and grabbed a box of crackers from the back of the middle shelf, clearly out of her reach. "Here, feed that little baby of ours."

Temperance walked past him and towards his couch. Her gaze was unfocused and she seemed a little off. "It's not a baby yet, Booth."

He sat down beside her, making sure to give her some space. "Sure it is, Bones. It's our baby."

She shifted uncomfortably. "Well, right now it's just a collection of cells. An embryo technically."

Booth thought for a moment. He hated that she had to get scientific; all he wanted was for her to make a connection with this new life. But he didn't want to push her. "You're right. But it's still ours and someday soon it will be a baby."

Temperance nodded with a half smile and sigh. "This all seems a little surreal, Booth."

He paused, thinking. "I know what you mean, I never thought we'd be here: pregnant. Much less in bed together four weeks ago."

And that's all it took for the two of them to get dreamy eyed and think back to the morning after they had lost Vincent, but gained something else completely.

She felt warm- but besides that she felt constricted. Not in a bad way, but in a way that was unusual for her to wake up in. Temperance opened her eyes slowly adjusting to the light. She had to smile at what she saw. It was her partner, her best friend and the man she had professed her love to in the car on that rainy night. And lastly, he was the man she had just made love to in the early hours of the morning.

His arms were around her as she rested into his chest. She wiggled back slightly to look him in the eyes. Temperance stopped suddenly when his grasp tightened. He clearly didn't want to let her go, even in his sleep. She nestled back into his embrace and waited for his breathing to change and his body to awaken.

Part of him, she thought, is most definitely awake. As she squirmed against him once again, this time with devilish delight, a low rumbling came from Booth's chest. Then she realized he was chuckling.

"Well good morning Bones." He kissed her hair as he pulled her to him, rolling over onto his back to stretch himself out.

She grinned sheepishly. "Good morning, Booth."

He laughed again, but this time out loud. When she looked at him questioningly he spoke; "It took all these years for us to make this leap. And now here we are: the morning after. Do you regret it?" He eyed her, concerned for her response.

She sounded almost shocked, "No! Of course not. I knew what I was doing." Temperance paused and looked back up at him. "What about you?"

She seemed to tense in his arms with nervousness as she waited for his response. He pressed her closer to him and kissed her hair. "I'm glad we waited this long. I feel like it's finally right; we've both shared our feelings at times when the other couldn't reciprocate. And now, with the loss we suffered we are finally able to really begin what we started."

Temperance seemed wrapped up in his words and her thoughts. "You think we've been heading down this road for a while, don't you? Metaphorically speaking, of course."

Booth laughed again. "Yes Bones, this has been coming since our first case together and it's a miracle we held out as long as we did. But I think it's for the best."

She smiled and pulled herself closer to him. "I think you're right. I'm not scared anymore, I told you I was in love with you before and that's all I want now. Is to be with you."

"You make me very happy, Temperance." He held her cheek as he leaned down to place a soft kiss to her lips. As he rested his head back down with her snuggled up beside him Booth asked, "What time is it anyway?"

"About ten o'clock. We didn't fall back asleep until almost seven." A blush crept up her cheek as she spoke.

Booth sighed. "I guess it'll have to do, not that it wasn't very much worth it but I've got to go find Broadsky."

She began to chew on her lip as her body unconsciously moved away from his. When she spoke her voice was quiet and sad, "Can't the FBI handle him?"

Booth saw her concern and rolled himself onto his side to look at her. "You know that I'm the only one who knows how he thinks, if I don't do this he might get away."

"He wants you dead, Booth." Her voice began to rise in volume. "That son of a bitch wants you dead. I can't lose you now. Not after-" her voice hiccupped. "not after everything we've said and done."

"Hey," he soothed, caressing her cheek. He angled her face up to meet his. "Bones, I am going to be okay. And tonight we can be together again."

"You promise?" Her question was full of worry and fear.

He brushed the stray tear from her cheek as he leant down to kiss her more fully. "I promise you, Temperance Brennan."

"I never got the chance to fulfill that promise, Bones. What happened after that morning?" Booth asked as they found themselves back in reality on his couch. "I mean, I know I could have said something over the past four weeks but I wanted to give you space."

"Things didn't change Booth, everything was fine." She avoided his eye contact, "Even my dad said we were being particularly nice to each other."

Booth smiled halfheartedly. "Yeah that's exactly what I mean. We were nice to each other which was very unusual. But it seemed like-" he chose his words carefully, "it seemed like you pulled back a bit. We did everything that we normally do; hanging out, having dinner, but you never talked about our night together or our relationship."

"I know, you're right." She stated, she knew exactly what he meant because she had pulled back. She was worried, but not because she was afraid of them being together. She was afraid of what their night together might have done.

"Okay you've been staring at Leighsenger's skull for a really long time. Trying to get that thing to talk to you?" Angela asked as she entered the room, finding her friend in the same staring contest she had been in an hour ago.

"Are you being metaphoric?" Temperance asked breaking her concentration.

"No, I' just trying to lighten the mood. Didn't work."

"The mastoid process is generally not a target in close quarter contact. Perhaps I should examine it microscopically." Temperance searched for something to say about the skull, she had spent all this time thinking of the night before.

"You told me that an hour ago, what is going on? Is this about Vincent?" questioned the artist, worried about her friend.

"Yes." Temeprance answered slowly.

"Yeah." Angela nodded, she had thought so.

"And… I got into bed with Booth last night." But this was not what Angela had thought. The artist stood there with her mouth agape, making Temperance feel even more nervous than she felt. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Because I don't want to yell 'hallelujah' so close to losing Vincent." She stated disbelievingly.

"I think I did it because of Vincent." It was honest, Brennan didn't know what else to say.

"Wait, woah, huh?" Angela expelled a breath. "What exactly happened after you… after you crawled into bed with Booth?" The look on her best friend's face said it all; her shy smile, the blush on her face. Angela knew what had happened but she wanted to hear it.

Poor Hodgins chose that moment to walk in with a finding. "Honey no! Not right now, I'm sorry I love you but go tell Cam. Go! Away!" He stopped and looked back at her. "Away!" she yelled again. He looked dumbfounded as his wife yelled at him to leave. When he was gone, the artist looked at her friend expectantly.

"We slept together Ange. As in, had sexual intercourse." Temperance stated matter-of-factly.

"Honey," the artist sighed. "You're going to have to give me more than that! I'm about ready to pop and this conversation has been over due for seven years! Was it fantastic?"

Temperance smiled, "It was absolutely fantastic." The anthropologist had to cover her ears to protect her ear drums from rupturing by the scream that came from her friend. "That cannot be good for your fetus, Angela."

The artist laughed. "Oh trust me, this little one has been waiting to hear this too." She waddled towards her friend with her arms outstretched. "But really sweetie, I am so incredibly happy for you."

"Thanks Angela." Brennan hugged her friend tightly.

"I better go apologize to my wonderful husband." Angela said, sheepishly. "But it was very worth it.

Temperance watched as her friend walked a few steps away, her hand over her rounded belly. "Yes, I think Hodgins may have soiled himself." Brennan laughed at her own joke.

"Oh hey," the artist said, stopping to turn. Her eyebrows wiggled suggestively as she held her stomach. "unless you want to end up like this anytime soon, I hope you two were extra careful!"

Temperance froze. Like a deer in headlights. She could hear her friend in the background saying something about how wonderful a Booth-Brennan baby would be and something about how strong his Special Agent sperm probably is.

But all Temperance could think about was how stupid she had been. How could she have forgotten something so important? Because to you, being with Booth is more important, her mind nagged at her. What was she going to do? She couldn't focus on their new relationship when all she could think about was if she was pregnant, could she?

Temperance thought back to that morning in his bed. She couldn't think clearly when he was near her much less when he was touching her. So she'd find a way to distance herself for just a little while longer, until she knew for sure. And she'd pray to the God that Booth believed in that he wouldn't find someone else while he was waiting.

"I worried everyday that Hannah would come back or you would find someone else." Her eyes looked sad as she spoke.

"Hey," Booth said, moving closer to her on the couch. "I was happy to wait. I wanted to make sure you could handle it. But I wasn't going anywhere." She nodded as she allowed him to pull her to him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I wish you had told me what you were worried about. It was just as much my fault as it was yours."

"You're not mad that this happened? On our first time, no less." She asked, looking up and searching his eyes.

He huffed, "Are you kidding me?" Booth touched his hand to her cheek. "I'm ecstatic. I get to be a father again and with the woman I love. What could be better?"

She smiled at the genuine excitement that showed on his face. "Wouldn't you think it was better if we were married?"

Booth shook his head. "Uh-uh, I'm not ruining this relationship too. You're not Hannah and you are definitely not Rebecca. We can do this and we can be together and we don't need anything else to make our love any more real than it is."

Those words were what she had always preached and what she had always wished to hear. But as he said them she felt, deep inside, something that felt like disappointment.

Hope you liked. More flashbacks and fun to come. Happiness and fluff to ensue. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!