A lot of people suggested when Brennan could feel the baby kick and it's given me a great incentive on what to write for this chapter. So this goes out to everyone who suggested when Brennan felt the baby kick for the first time.

Fingers and Toes

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Tempura Vegetables were definitely not agreeing with her. Nor were they agreeing with the baby. The burning sensation which made up heartburn was painfully annoying as Brennan lay on the couch, her feet propped up on Booth's lap as he massaged her ankles through her pair of yoga pants. Yoga pants, leggings and oversized tee shirts were now her casual wear, with her formal wear to work not that much better.

Allowing her head to fall against the arm rest, Brennan closed her eyes and imaged how her life could be different. Booth, her and their little girl. She regretted saying she didn't want the baby; it was mere shock when she found out she was pregnant as she was always so very careful, but apparently when you go off birth control for a month and have drunken sex with your FBI partner without a condom, this is a very natural occurrence.

Letting a sigh escape her lips, Brennan pried an eye open to find Booth's palm now resting on her large 28week bump, his fingers spread wide slightly to the left of the centre and a mischievous grin beckoning his features.

"Booth," The single word she spoke was cut off when he bought his index finger on his opposite hand to her lips in a shush as a smile suddenly came to both their faces.

"She kicked."

Gleaming from ear to ear Booth nodded, "Yeah. She did Bones."

Recoiling her ankles from Booth's lap, Brennan jolted up as Booth hand went flying through the air at her sudden movements, the close proximity of their 'family' moment becoming a little too much for her. With a rapid breathing pattern, Brennan curled her legs under her body and bought a pillow to her chest hugging it tight.

"I think you should leave," Brennan breathed deeply as she spoke, her eyes becoming fixated on the glass of clear liquid on the coffee table. But she didn't hear or feel Booth leave his position on the dark grey suede couch.

With a confused look on his face Booth spoke, "Bones."

"No Booth, I want you to leave," Snapping her head forcefully around to face him, her facial expression was filled with anger, yet behind her smoking blue eyes, Booth could see guilt. Guilt for kicking him out, just as he began to think she may be changing her mind about their situation and how things might turn out after their little girl is born.

Seeing that she wasn't going to back down from her stance on the sofa, Booth pulled his body away and slipped his runners back on his feet, all the while collecting his empty beer bottle from the coffee table and his car keys and wallet.

Brennan watched as he left, not bothering to glance over his shoulder as he usually would and the moment she heard the door to her apartment click closed, the tears began to fall down her cheeks. Throwing the pillow which she still clutched towards one of her ancient artifacts on the other side of the lounge, Brennan huffed and placed a hand on her every growing baby bump and without wanting to, her hand miraculous started rubbing circles around a now protruding foot.

"What have I done baby girl?"

The words longed in the air as she failed to receive an answer from her unborn daughter.

A stream of bright sunlight woke Booth the next morning as he found himself sitting in the hospital chair, his hand clutched in Brennan's and the natural beep of the machine echoing through the room. Sometime during the night a nurse must have slung a blanket over his body as he found himself wrapped in the white coverlet. With a groan escaping his lips, Booth steadily unclasped his hand from Brennan and rose to his feet, which he regretted as soon as his body was upright as pain shot right through the length of his body. Stretching out, he found some relief, but it would do nothing until he took his pain meds, which more than likely wouldn't be anytime soon.

"Booth," The mumble of his name danced from Brennan's lips and as soon as he heard her speak, his head and body snapped around to see her eyes fluttering open with her eyebrows furrowed, yet she looked peaceful.

"Hey Bones," The softness in his voice was startling even for him, as the only time he ever used that kind of voice was with Parker when he was sick.

Watching as she swallowed hard, Booth involuntarily swept a couple loose strands from her face as tucked them behind her ear. The soft touch of his calloused fingers caused a faint smile to spread on Brennan's lips and they were returned on Booth's as he pulled away from her face.

"I'm sorry that I put you through so much pain," Sniffing, Brennan rubbed her nose after she spoke.

She watched on as Booth nodded, but didn't reveal any words, the unspoken truth making her heart suddenly become heavy as she realised just how much pain she may and probably did cause him.

"I was thinking about the time we felt her kick for the first time before I fell asleep last night and that's when I realised we became a family without actually being together. That was the moment, I knew I had made the wrong choice; I wanted you to be in my life. I wanted to be in our child's life, with you. But I don't go back on my word, so I kicked you out." By the time Brennan had finished her mini speech, tears were rolling down her cheeks leaving a salty puddle at the bottom of her chin. But Booth was right there with her, a single tear having escaped his warm brown orb as his teeth grazed his bottom lip.

It didn't take much and he was sitting next to her on the bed, cradling her in his arms as she left the tears flow and his own fell from his face into her auburn hair.

"I've been there for Amelia's milestones, now it's your turn," The words were lost in her hair, but Brennan had heard. She also heard the latch of her hospital room door open and close just as quickly, leaving them there in each other's arms, a blubbering mess.

Booth didn't know how long he held Brennan and he didn't know how long her faint snores were rumbling through the small pristine white room. He was lost in the transit of the moment.

Hearing someone clear their throat, Booth looked up to see his former girlfriend, arms crossed and a scolded look upon her face.

"Yes?" Booth hissed as a louder snore escaped from Brennan's coral pink lips and sent a smile to Booth's face as his arms wrapped tighter around her crumpled sleeping form.

"I've just had a phone call from attorney Seeley," Her words were louder than Booth wanted them to be as Brennan stirred from her sleep. Booth knew she was awake but pretending to be asleep. His years as a sniper, FBI agent and a people's person, didn't fail to notice when someone wasn't being true to themselves.

"Not now Rebecca," His voice had risen an octave, but was still not to its normal capacity of volume which it would have in everyday situations.

"You couldn't have discussed it with me?"

"I was simply inquiring my rights about Parker, I don't see him as often as I used to since moving to Philly." Rebecca rolled her eyes as flailed her arms in the arms in the air before landing them on her hips.

"Well whose fault is that?" Rebecca didn't know if it was sarcasm or genuine anger when she spoke the words, but she felt that it was necessary, "As I recall you wanted to get as far away from DC as possible."

"Just leave Rebecca." Rolling her eyes once more, Rebecca let out a huff and a grunt before turning on her heel and leaving.

Rolling his own eyes, Booth ran his fingers through Brennan's hair and lowered his head down to her ear, "I'm sorry about that."

"I don't want us to turn out like you and Rebecca," The words were a mumbled against his chest, but Booth could only reply in a kiss to the side of her head.

After minutes of silence, Booth finally spoke in a mere whisper, "We won't. You'll get out of here and we'll be a proper family."

Lifting and turning her head to face Booth, she let a delicate smile spread across her lips as she pressed them to his jaw line in a tender and sweet kiss.

"I can't say the words now, but one day I will," Booth smirked at her little comment and he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"I know and when you're ready I'll return them," Brennan nodded as her head fall back down above Booth's heart and they continued to sit there, cradled in each other's arms as Brennan listened to his heartbeat and the hope of a future together becoming all that more real.

They'd promised to say the words to each other. Only time would tell when those words would be actually spoken.