AN: Wow, I wasn't expecting so much feedback so soon. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and put alerts on this story. I know this is a bit quick, but I was working on this story before I could publish it, so I had a bit of backlog. Anyways, here's some fluff with our favorite couple. I hope you enjoy.

Also, the lyrics are from the song Right Here, With You, by David Cook. Again, another artist I highly recommend listening to.

Chapter 2: Right Here

I can see the way you hide

All the things you keep inside

But all you ever wanted was the light to save you

-David Cook: Right Here, With You

"…Booth?"

He kept his eyes closed, his mind still hazy with sleep. The comforters were too warm, too soft to throw them off just yet. Of course, it helped that there were two bodies in the bed, the latter pressed up against his own, enwrapped in his hold tightly. He hummed slightly at the sound of the other bed dweller's voice, and pulled her closer.

However, the other bed dweller didn't view that motion in quite the same light- Booth's tender hold, which to him was so loving, was actually a trap in Brennan's mind. While most of the time, she rather liked the proximity, she was currently needing to make a bathroom run, and her partner's romantic gesture was keeping her from more urgent business. She squirmed slightly against his hold, and finally turned to look at him. "Booth?"

He murmured slightly in response, and pressed closer to her, his mouth grinning slightly. Brennan glared at him, and than asked for the third time, abet a little louder, "Booth?"

He kept laying there, a smug smile on his face all the while.

Brennan froze for a moment, and than decided to move into full gear.

Swiftly, she reached out her hand, putting it just underneath Booth's slack jaw, and gently rapped it upward.

The small slapping sound that was made by the action was minute- the yelp from Booth, however, was rather startling.

"Bones!" he yelped again, sitting up in the bed. "What the hell was that for?"

Brennan quickly rolled away from her partner, heading towards the bathroom. "You wouldn't let go, and I have to go to the bathroom."

"Yeah, but Bones, you don't let me know you have to leave by hitting me in the jaw!" he squeaked, gently rubbing the spot.

"Technically, it was your mandible- and I didn't hit you, I moved it in order to get your attention," Brennan replied, hurrying to the bathroom.

Booth stopped for a second, dumbfounded. "Yeah, but you could have just asked…" he began.

"I did ask verbally before resorting to a more physical approach." Brennan called from the bathroom. "I would think having to say your name three times in a row would call for some more aggressive responses. "

Booth sighed, and gently pinched the bridge of his nose. Despite working with the woman for seven years, and despite being romantically involved with her for just over five months, Brennan still managed to sound formal most of the time. Of course, that was one of the things that caused Booth to melt- that, and the rare smile she flashed, and her gaze…

For a moment, Booth's mouth formed into a wide smile, as a third reason played across his mind- and the fact she's having my kid.

Although she was barely showing now, the signs were clear- the morning sickness had finally abated, and her mood swings were more pronounced. Although those were rather difficult to go through, it was all worthwhile to Booth- it was all proof that Bones was carrying his child.

He knew that Brennan hadn't quite wanted it to be so soon, but did it matter? They were together, and both were committed to raising the child, and (this is the part that excited Booth the most) they were going to do it together.

After all the crap Rebecca had put him through, Brennan had been quite clear that she had no intention of keeping Booth from his child, no matter what happened between the two of them- not that Booth wanted to discuss that, or even think of that coming to pass, it did demonstrate her willingness to involve him, which was enough.

A smile still dancing along his face, he heard Brennan step into the shower, and he laid back, relaxed. Life was good.

At least, it was, until he happened to glance at the clock.

The neon numbers were emblazed on the display, the light waves practically screaming off of the nightstand. Booth froze mid slide, the truth of the matter settling in.

For a second, he continued to stare at the clock. Than, in a flurry of sheets and blankets, he rushed to his closest. "Crap Crap Crap CRAP!"

Brennan, hearing his exclamation, quickly stuck her head out from behind the curtain. "Booth? What's wrong?"

He called back, struggling into a pair of slacks. "I'm late! Hacker had a mandatory meeting this morning, and it starts in 30 minutes!"

He finally got his leg in, and heard Brennan call from the bathroom. "Oh- but I don't see why shouting about excrement will help you in this situation!"

He jumped up, and grabbed for his shirt frantically. "Well, it makes me feel better!"

Booth hurriedly threw his shirt over his head, and fumbled as he buttoned it up. He heard Brennan say something, but he didn't hear her exact words this time around. No time for the Cocky belt buckle- he grabbed his belt, and ran out the bedroom door, looking for his jacket.

"Dammit!" he cursed again, glancing around the apartment. His signature black coat was nowhere to be seen. He darted to the other end of the kitchen, looking underneath Brennan's anthropology magazines and old newspapers.

His search was so frantic, he didn't hear the footfalls coming out of the bathroom, and into the hallway. It was only when Brennan cleared her throat that Booth glanced up at her.

She was standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped securely around her body and hair, with his jacket in her left hand. "You're jacket's right here, Booth."

Booth let out a low sigh of relief, and darted towards her. "Oh, thank God," he almost shouted, gently taking the coat from her. "Thank God." He said again, leaning towards Brennan to kiss her quickly.

As he leaned away, Brennan looked at him, a confused look etched on her features. "Why are you thanking God? I was the one who spotted it on your desk chair."

Booth threw the coat over his back, and glanced back at her. "Oh, sorry," he said, rather breathlessly. "Thank you." Before she could reply, he kissed her again, this time with much more passion than the first. "Thank God for you."

Brennan blinked in surprise, and stated, "Of course…"

Booth grabbed his badge and keys off of the coffee table, and waved at Brennan. "I'll call you if anything comes up, alright? Have a good day, eat right, say hi to the baby for me-"

"Booth, it's a fetus right now, it won't know the differ-"

"-I love you, have a great day."

Brennan froze as Booth hurried out the door, probably unaware of what he had just said. For a few minutes after the engine's roar had faded away, Brennan continued to stand, trying to process what had just transpired. Finally, she smiled.

"You too, Booth- you too,"

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