LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY! Sorry I've been gone for so long. I hope this chapter is worth it. I miss getting all your wonderful reviews and hate that I've left so many hanging. Please forgive me? :-)

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She stood across their new living room, her eyes narrowed at her partner. All around her were her friends; chatting casually and eating delicious hors d'oeuvres. He was oblivious to her eyes burning on him… she was pissed to say the least.

Their apartment was lovely. Completely furnished with a mix of each of their own belongings. In the two weeks she had taken off to relax after the loss of one of their babies; everything else had settled into place.

Only 36 hours after they had offered, Angela and Jack's movers had arrived to pack everything up and move it to the new apartment. By the end of the next day, their belongings had been packed and unpacked. It was incredible. It had been a large gift that Temperance wasn't sure she should accept, but when she saw their new apartment for the first time she was overcome with gratitude for her friends and for taking this burden off her plate. Tuesday they spent their first night together in the apartment. They both seemed almost giddy with excitement as they lay down on their bed for the first time.

And then things started to seem off. Wednesday morning she had woken to find him gone. Booth had left a note saying that he had gone to the gym. It was a bit off-putting to her, to awake and find him missing. Temperance tried to let it go, reminding herself that even though they were together now there would be times when they had separate things to do. It wasn't until she was drinking her morning tea that her stomach started to quiver again with uneasiness… sitting by the end of the couch was his gym bag. When he returned, he had brought her flowers. Her favorite: daffodils. Once again, Temperance decided to push it from her mind.

Thursday evening, he disappeared again. He had told her he was running into work to sign some documents so that he could take Friday off to be with her. Somehow, she was less than convinced. Couldn't he have brought the papers home?

When he came home this time, he hugged her close. When he pulled her to him, her nose-strong from pregnancy, picked up a distinctly feminine smell that she couldn't quite place. That night she had gone to bed feeling sad and hurt. Booth had asked her what was wrong to which she replied, "I was just thinking about the babies." Booth nodded and pulled her close.

Friday they had spent together happily. The two events of the week weighed heavily on her mind, but for a few moments that day she had forgotten her worries and just had a good time with Booth.

Today was what had made her really mad- infuriated, even. They had been preparing for the party tonight, cleaning before Angela arrived with the food and decorations. Booth had made some excuse about needing to run out. He didn't even make up a lie this time. As she cleaned their new apartment by herself, she thought she might cry. But this time, she was so livid that she couldn't even muster the tears.

Now she stood across the room, watching him as he talked to Cam and her boyfriend. He was laughing and having a good time which for some reason only served to fuel her anger.

"How are you feeling, Doctor Brennan?" Came a familiar accented voice.

She smiled suddenly. "Gordon-Gordon! What are you doing here?"

"Well I assumed that being invited was a good enough reason to come." The psychologist turned chef smiled cheekily. "Could we relocate to your balcony, I'd like to have a word."

She nodded and led the way through their living room to the balcony. Temperance offered him a seat before closing the sliding glass door and sitting across from him. "I'm sorry," she shook her head. "You asked how I was feeling, didn't you?" She smiled and placed a hand over her abdomen unconsciously. "I'm doing very well, thank you."

Gordon nodded, unsure. "Then perhaps you can tell me why you are glaring at your partner from across the room, hmm?"

She sighed, of all the people to figure out she was upset it had been her partners former psychologist. "Booth and I have started a relationship."

The chef laughed, "Well I must say that I had assumed so since this housewarming party is for the two of you."

Temperance nodded, of course, duh. "I just feel like Booth has been a little absent lately."

"You mean his mind seems to wander elsewhere?" Gordon questioned skillfully.

Her mouth twitched, "No I mean literally. A few times this week he has just gone off with barely plausible excuses."

Gordon regarded her with a quizzical look. "And you fear that Agent Booth is engaging in less than moral behaviors?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

"I think you do, Doctor Brennan." Gordon sat forward in his chair. "You know Agent Booth better than anyone, even more than his own family. Most would conclude, even, that you are Booth's family. Do you really believe that he's doing something uncouth?"

"No." Temperance shook her head.

"Is there another reason for your downturn in mood?" This time Gordon was being polite, trying to make her feel better by talking about anything that was going on.

"I'm pregnant." She turned and looked through the glass window at her partner. "It's Booth's."

Gordon laughed loudly. "I do say, I hope so!" he continued to laugh for a moment. "Congratulations, Doctor Brennan. I assume Booth knows he's the father?"

"Yes." She confirmed, with a soft smile. Her mind thought back to his beautiful grin when she told him she was pregnant with his child. "Only a few people know."

Gordon nodded in understanding. "You seem changed Doctor Brennan. Now that I'm aware of your pregnancy, I understand it somewhat."

Her brow furrowed. "What else is there to understand?"

He smiled. "You seem so settled. I wouldn't think you for the type that would be okay with settling down with a man and child."

"It wasn't exactly planned, Gordon." She confirmed. "But, I agree that I feel changes within myself also. Specifically, I find that I am more open to Booths ideas and beliefs."

"Really?" Gordon pressed curiously, "How so?"

"Well- Angela and Jack asked Booth and I to be Michael's godparents. Typically I wouldn't want to participate in these religion specific practices but I think that…" She paused gathering her words.

"You want your child to have similar influences in its life as Booth did." Gordon finished.

"Exactly." She nodded, eagerly. "Catholicism can't be all that bad considering all the good that Booth is, right?"

Gordon laughed. "I think you'd agree with me that no religion is good or bad or better than another. I'm sure you would like your child to have the influence of Booth's religion while ensuring your own beliefs of cultural and religious acceptance."

She smiled. "That's exactly right, Gordon. I've been having trouble forming these feelings into words and you did it so effortlessly."

"I'm glad I could assist." Gordon smiled reassuringly. "I do have to ask Dr. Brennan, where is your stance on marrying our Agent Booth."

Her gaze dropped and her hands tightened nervously. "I-uh. Booth gave up on proposing after it didn't work out with Rebecca and Hannah."

"Yes, I heard about his relationship with the reporter. That must have been hard for you." Gordon said sympathetically.

She nodded. "It was difficult. But I think the fact that this situation is so similar to him and Rebecca is hard on him."

"I have to say that I agree and disagree with your statement." Gordon responded.

She frowned. "That doesn't make sense."

"I assure you it does." He continued. "Your relationship and his and Rebecca's relationship is not similar at all. Agent Booth is much more mature and capable of being a reliable partner, as you already know. And you are not the person Rebecca was either. The only similarity for Booth is that there is a child being born out of wedlock. You are right that this is difficult for him, but not in the way that you think."

"How so?" She asked.

"Agent Booth is afraid that if he pushes you to marriage like he did with Rebecca then you will treat him in the same way that Rebecca has with Parker." Gordon finished.

"But that's not true!" Temperance cried, defensively. "I will give this child two parents in every capacity I can. And one of those parents is and always will be Booth."

Gordon smiled. "Does Booth know that's how you feel?"

She shook her head. "I didn't even know I felt this way until now."

He nodded. "Perhaps you should discuss this and all of your unsorted feelings with Booth."

Temperance looked up at him questioningly. But instead of getting confirmation of his meaning, Gordon stood and clapped his hands.

"Shall we rejoin the party? I fear I've captured the hostess's attention for far too long." He smiled as he reached a hand out to her and led her back into the apartment.

Booth came over when he saw them re-enter. "Hey, what were you two talking about so seriously out there?"

"You." Both Gordon and Temperance said bluntly.

Booth blushed. "Well, okay then."

Gordon stretched a hand out to Booth. "Congratulations, Agent Booth."

He shook his hand firmly. Booth knew that Gordon could be talking about the housewarming but he had a feeling that Gordon Wyatt knew a bit more. "Thanks Gordon-Gordon."

Temperance moved from the chef's side and to her partners, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Well, I'll be off now." Gordon said. "I just stopped by to congratulate the two of you."

The couple smiled. "Thank you Gordon. Really." Temperance smiled, stretching up to give the man a hug.

"Oh, yes well…" He accepted the hug, "I left some appetizers from the restaurant in your ice box. Enjoy."

"Thanks Gordon." Booth smiled as he watched his former psychologist leave the party. He turned to Brennan. "So you were really talking about me?"

She nodded. "Of course we were."

"And now you're not shooting daggers into my skull?" He questioned nervously.

"I don't know what that means." She stated, hugging him closer suddenly. Apparently he was as oblivious to her as she'd thought. "But I do feel better."

"Good." He kissed the top of her head. "We'll talk later okay?"

She looked up at his so that their faces were barely separated. "Okay." Temperance smiled before placing a light kiss on his lips.

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"Thanks Angela, it was really great." Booth commented as he stood with his friends by the door.

She smiled. "No sweat, I'm so glad everything's working out."

"What are you guys up to tomorrow?" Hodgins asked.

Booth shrugged and shared a look with his partner. "I think I'm going to head to church for a little bit. You know, I'm feeling a bit more grateful these days."

Their friends nodded. Angela reached out and rubbed her hand over Booth's arm. "That sounds like a nice thing to do."

Booth patted her hand on his arm affectionately. Jack and Angela were good friends. "Thanks you guys, really."

The couple smiled again. "You're welcome, man. We'll see you on Monday."

"Bye sweetie." Angela reached forward and embraced her friends. "Good luck." She whispered the last two words and winked as she pulled away from her friend.

Bye." She replied slowly, unsure if she was missing something.

Booth closed the door once their friends were gone. He turned towards Brennan and folded her into his embrace with a sigh. "This was exhausting." He commented.

"I agree." She confirmed, pulling him tighter to her. After a moment she spoke again, "Are you going to church to mourn for the baby?"

His eyes closed and he hugged her to his body. "Yeah, but to thank God for giving us our baby and giving me you."

She pulled back to look up at him. "I'd like to go with you."

Booth was shocked for a moment. "Really?"

Temperance nodded.

He held her at arm's length, gauging her thoughts through her eyes before pulling her to their sofa. "What's going on with you lately, Bones? First, you accept being godparents and now you want to go to church?"

"Booth," she said incredulously. "It's rude to refuse the honor of being a godparent. Plus they're our best friends; wouldn't you want them to do it for us?"

Booth shrugged in amazement. "I hadn't even considered that you'd let me baptize our child. I didn't want to push."

"Well maybe you should." Her tone was getting heated. "You shouldn't always assume that I'm going to say no. I was talking to Gordon-Gordon outside about how I've been opening up to some possibilities that I never used to think about."

"I'm not sure I'm following you Bones." Booth looked confused, unsure if he was understanding her correctly.

"Booth, I think I want our child to experience your religion but I also want our child to know that there are other ways of life besides our own and that just because they're different, doesn't mean that they are wrong." She finished and looked into his face, there were tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry Booth, I didn't mean to upse-"

He cut her off by throwing his arms around her. He pressed light but frantic kisses all over her face. "I can't believe it. I'm so honored, Temperance."

She smiled. "That's part of compromising right? This is our child, Booth." Her hands found their way to the side of his face, holding him firmly so that he was secure in her grasp. "You are the father and no one else can ever take that from you. I want me and this baby to be tied to you forever."

He nodded in solemn agreement as he pulled her into a tight hug. His hand caressed the hair at the back of her head. "I think I've been tied to you for a while now."

She smiled, tears beginning to prick at the corners of her eyes. "Me too. But I want you to know that I mean it. No one is ever going to take either of us from you, we're yours."

In response, Booth pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. As their kissing become longer and more passion filled, they moved their way to their bedroom. Caught up in their passion, they left the clean up from their party until the morning. As Temperance lay next to a sated and sleeping Booth, she wondered if he had caught the hint in her words.

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Will Booth propose? And if he does, will Temperance actually say yes? We'll see…