Chapter 6

Somehow, things were playing out just how I wanted, and I wasn't sure if it all was too good to be true. Walking out of Rebecca's house with Bones felt right, it felt like something that we have done forever. Just the fact that Rebecca trusted me enough with Parker to let Bones keep him on the weekends was just miraculous. I was prepared for a showdown.

"Booth, how would you feel about having more children with me?"

We were sitting in the car on the way back to the apartment when Bones approached me on the subject of children. I have always wanted more kids, but I guess my current situation kind of made me shy away a little. I knew what trying to have kids right before a deployment can do to the mother, and the father, and I wasn't willing to put Bones through that.

"Bones, I would love to have children with you, but I don't want to put you through that emotional stress while I am away. We can start having kids when I get back."

Her face fell and I couldn't quite tell what was bothering her. She turned away from me in her seat and just stared out the window. I put my hand on her thigh, and she just shrunk away, not even acknowledging that I was trying to comfort her.

"Bones, now you are scaring me, what's going on? What did I say wrong?"

We pulled up in front of her apartment and her door swung open. She literally ran away from me. It took me a second to react and I followed after her, only making it to her door before she slammed it in my face. I stood at the door, banging on the door, when a neighbors door opened.

"Can I help you son?"

I held up my hand, "Early marriage woes."

The older lady nodded her head, gave me her best wishes, and closed her door. When I realized Bones wasn't going to open the door, I slid down it, and sat with my back against it. But I felt oddly connected to her. I wanted to see if my gut was right. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out my notecards which I usually reserved for cases and scribbled a quick note onto the card. Pushing it under the doorway, I waited. A minute or so later, my message was replied to, her elegant scrawl neat compared to mine.

I am worried that I wont be able to have kids if something happens to you. I want to have a piece of you like Rebecca does.

I knew that she wanted a kid. Her question was evident of that. But I wasn't sure what she was asking.

So what do you suggest we do?

Booth, would you do a sperm bank donation?

When I got the notecard back, I didn't even realize she was opening the door until I was flat on my back. She laughed lightly and helped me to my feet. Her eyes were rimmed red for the second time today, and it was my fault. My heart was heavy because I knew she wanted this, and badly. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to donate my sperm for a child I would never raise.

We sat down on the couch facing one another, not touching one another.

"Bones, if I were to donate, can you promise me you will only use it if I die over in Iraq?"

Her eyes got a little watery, but she nodded her head. Her tears threatened to fall, but I wiped my thumbs under her eyes before they could.

"You know that it is a possibility that I could die while serving over in Iraq. It's an inevitability. But you should know that I will try my damned hardest to come back to you. That's all I can offer you."

"Booth, I know it's possible that you could die over there, but I would hope that after we all have been through that won't be the case. But I want to be able to have to have my piece of you in case something did happen."

I took the step towards her again, opened my arms, and let her bury her head in my chest. I spoke soothing words and stroked her hair. Slowly, she calmed down, the tears stopping and her sniffling subsiding.

"Booth, take me to bed."

I looked at her incredulously, and for a moment, my eyesight went fuzzy. I felt as though I was intoxicated. That this was really just some drunk night I had with Bones. It all became real when she laid her hand on my chest and tapped her fingers lightly against me, just above my heart. Finally letting reality set in, I swept her off her feet and carried her into her bedroom, and laid her down gently on the bed. She had already stripped off her yellow button down and was wearing only a white tank top and jeans. She pulled me down onto her, and violently ripped my button down off of my shoulders. The buttons went sprawling across the floor, and her hand was already on the button of my jeans where the pain erection she gave me was housed. Freeing me from my 'confines' seemed to be her mission. As soon as she unzipped my jeans, I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.

I peppered kisses along her jaw and right behind her ear as I felt a shudder rip through her body.

"Oh, Booth…"