Sorry for the major delay in updating, but school as been busy. Sac's and homework and now we start preparing for exams which start June 4. Its going to be a big couple of weeks, so there may not be as many updates, but please do stick with me, from June 30, we're on school holidays and there will be frequent updating again.
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The wind whipped around Washington DC, as the winter air settled in a frosted mist. Temperance Brennan, heavily pregnant and rugged up in a heavy coat, trailed the streets as she made her way from Jefferson Memorial Park towards the Jeffersonian. Needing to clear her mind in the early morning hours, she trekked the familiar route from her apartment to work, like she'd done many times before. Struggling against the fierce winds and the hot tears which traced their way down her cheeks, Brennan sobbed. To say she hated the hormones was an understatement. She was either crying or involved in a heated argument. An argument would result in tears and most of the time Booth caught the full brunt of it all. Once, she went off at Hodgins over a simple experiment failed to prove a suspect guilt, and she'd gone off at Cam when she went to crime scene instead of her. Angela seemed to be the only person Brennan wouldn't argue with, although a lot of tissues and tears were shed when they were around one another.
"Temperance," A sudden voice snapped Brennan out of her soft sobs as she noticed she was no longer walking, but seated on a park bench, her feet digging a small hole in the dirt below her feet.
Raising her head slowly up, she saw Booth's concerned face looking upon her. Brennan didn't know how long she'd been seated, or how early it was in the morning, but she figured that it must still be early because of Booth's attire. His usual crisp suit and audacious ties and socks were replaced with a pair of tracksuit pants, jumper and running shoes.
"Booth, what are you doing here?" When Brennan spoke her voice was weak and broken, as she tried to wipe the tears from her red hued cheeks with the back of her palm. Her nose which also left a trail of snot from her nostrils was dry against her skin, but she wiped it anyway with the same hand.
"I run around here most mornings," It was the truth. He did run around the park most mornings, but it was always only the outskirts. When he saw her pregnant figure from a distance, he grew concerned. "What are you doing here?"
Sniffing Brennan coughed a little as Booth sat next to her and ran large circles over her back to try and circulate some warmth, "I needed to clear my head."
Nodding Booth left it at that, he wasn't going to push the issue if she didn't want to talk about it.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you last night; you were just concerned for the baby."
"It's okay. I should never have pushed you into letting me into the birthing suite when you give birth," Although he always seemed squeamish whenever it came to sex or the male and female reproductive system, he seemed at ease when talking about it with her. There was just something, even in the midst of her pregnancy and her not wanting the child, about Brennan that made him felt at ease when he talked about it with her.
"Can you promise me one thing when you fill out the birth certificate?" A fresh set of tears were brimming behind Brennan's eyes, as the hot liquid of tears burnt her crystal blue orbs and the shaking of her voice returned.
"Anything," Booth whispered.
"Can you use my mum's name, Christine, somewhere in her name?" As she spoke about her mum, the tears fell and she broke into a soft sob, but was comforted by Booth and his masculine arms being wrapped around her statue.
"Of course." Pressing his lips to her hair, he breathed in her scent. "Now let's get you back to your apartment, so you can shower and warm up."
A week passed and Brennan was still admitted in the hospital. Booth rarely left her side, unless it was for food and the bathroom, or when Angela or Cam insisted he go home and have a decent sleep. Brennan insisted he go see Parker, so he did over the previous weekend and took Amelia with him so the siblings could spend some time together. Brennan wanted to meet her daughter, but Booth insisted she wait until she was fully ready. Brennan agreed.
As the following Monday morning rolled around, Brennan was able to get out of the bed, shower and change into a set of pajama's Angela had left the previous day, while Booth went to scavenge the café across the road for some decent food. He also promised to sneak a croissant back into the hospital so Brennan could taste real food.
"Bones, I'm back and I have a visitors," Booth called into the private room as he entered, noticing she wasn't positioned in the hospital bed.
"Who?" Brennan raised an eyebrow as she stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her, her hair wet from the shower and a fresh look giving her body a certain glow.
Booth waggled his eyebrow as the door behind him creaked open and Parker stepped in front of his father, his hand clutched in a smaller hand as his other one grasped in his father's calloused one.
"I've convinced the nurses to let you out of the hospital grounds for a couple of hours and I thought I could take you over to the café for some real food and then we'll go for a drive, as a family." Booth suggested. Brennan's face transformed and a genuine smile broke out onto her face. The words he spoke were indisputable and she felt loved. They were heartwarming to her, to know he thought of them as a family and not just two people who had a child together.
"But I haven't got any casual clothes, Angela just bought by some pajama's," Brennan huffed, looking down to her lavender cotton pants and singlet.
"That's why I bought these," Brennan laughed as Booth produced a plastic bag, "Jeans, shirt, jumper, sneakers and your make-up bag."
"Okay, okay, give me ten minutes," Brennan conceded as Booth chucked her the plastic bag and contents. Parker and Amelia high fived one another and Booth mouthed a thank-you towards her before she disappeared back into the bathroom.
"I can't believe you ate two serving of pancakes," Brennan was astonished by Parker's meal intake over breakfast, "Along with a juice and croissant."
"I'm a growing boy Bones, I'm ten you know," Parker puffed his chest out as they walked along the sidewalk and outskirts of the Jefferson Memorial Park. Parker walked side by side with Brennan as they walked in front of Booth and Amelia. The winter's wind, sending a light shiver through their bodies, as the snowfall from the previous night captured in the tree's glistened with the sun boring down onto the sidewalk.
"I'm glad we've got that established," Brennan laughed as looked back to Booth, his eyes and lips both smiling with happiness , as he held Amelia close to his chest. "And you…"
"What?" Booth chuckled, knowing what Brennan was about to say.
"The English breakfast, a croissant and half of my fruit salad… along with a cappuccino and fresh orange juice," Her expression was of fake shock, but she couldn't help the smile which was breaking out on her features.
"I'm a growing man, I'm…" Booth was repeating what Parker had said, but only managed to get through half of what he was going to say before he broke out into laughter and Brenna smacked him one across the arm, leaving all except Amelia in a fit of giggles.
"Dad, can we get the Frisbee out now?" Parker whined as they neared the lake and a park bench where Brennan perched herself next to Parker who eagerly wanted to lunge into an activity.
"Play with your sister first, then maybe I'll give you the Frisbee," Parker rolled his eyes, as he grabbed Amelia's hand and ran off towards the water were some ducks were lingering around the reeds.
"He's good with her," Brennan commented as Booth sat down, her arm wrapping around his bicep and tricep and her head leaning against his shoulder.
"Yeah, he is," Booth smiled as he leant his head down on hers, his other hand running the length on her thigh before settling on her knee.
They sat there in compatible silence, just watching Parker and Amelia chase after the ducks and one another for some time. Neither knew how long they sat there, but they were comfortable with each other's presence.
"Booth," Brennan lifted her head and turned to face him, a smile breaking onto her face as he returned the warm smile. "I meant what I said last week."
"I know," They were only inches away from each other and without speaking, they filled the gap. Though there was no tongue, the kiss was full of passion and love, need and want. But still it was simple.
Blushing a pink hue, Brennan bowed her head when they parted, but soon bought her had up to face Booth's, "Thank-you."
"For what?"
"Everything; putting Christine in Amelia's name, for being with me in hospital, for this," She smiled as Booth captured her lips once more. The softness of each one's lips comforting the other , as they smiled into each other's mouths, knows inside their hearts this was the start of something new.
Fingers and Toes