Note: The second part of the last chapter, The Blood on Your Hands, will be up next, but this is just a nice little chapter to break up the serious weight of the next few chapters. Enjoy, I mean who can resist a Booth baby anyway? Certainly not Booth.

"Daddy!" Maggie giggled as she bounded into the bedroom, "Mine!" The child giggled as she grasped at the objects before her father.

"No, Maggie," He smiled as he pulled the brightly coloured knob from his daughter's grasp, "That is for the new baby. Your toys are in your room; why don't you go in there and play?"

With a sly smile and a nod Maggie walked out of the room, but hovered in the doorway, intently watching her father fumble with the trinkets before him. The bright pinks and blues enticed the small child as she grinned from ear to ear. She had to have them. He may have said the objects in that room were for another but Booth had never met the determination of his daughter. She may have been an angel in his eyes but the glint shinning in her crystal blues was all Temperance Brennan. She was her mother's child through and through. As her father began to slowly toil away at the crib before him little did he know the bundle of determination he had released.

"Bones, babe, can you…" Booth turned to find his daughter before him, holding something tightly in her palms, "What you got there Mags?"

"Nothing." The child smiled sweetly before placing the few stuffed animals in the doorway and running back toward her room, giggling with glee.

"Yes, Booth?" Brennan smiled as she strolled into the doorway, almost crashing down on the small mound of toys before her, "Trying to kill your unborn child?" She laughed.

"Oh, that is all your daughter's doing." He raised his hands all day in defense but couldn't help but smile, "I have been sitting here all day putting together this baby furniture. Bones," Booth's eyes dragged across the glowing woman before him before setting down his hammer and leaning forward to tug at his girlfriend's lightly flowing dress, "does my boy even need all this? We just found out we are pregnant a few weeks ago and he already has a room full of furniture... pink furniture. You can dress him in whatever you wish but his room is his sanctuary, living with you and Maggie... he is going to need at least that much."

"Who says our child is a boy?" Brennan teased as she braced her body against the doorway, feeling herself getting lost in the soft traces his hand caused as it ran up and down her pale skin, "And I can promise you I have not gone shopping for our child yet. I told you it would be a family activity and still will be."

"You already told Angela we were pregnant?"

"Nope." Brennan defiantly smiled, "Only our family members know about our recent addition to our family."

"Then how did... oh no, Bones you didn't..."

"What didn't I do, Booth?" Brennan fumbled, suddenly unsure about how much she was willing to disclose and with the look of fear running through her baby blues, he knew.

"You kept all this stuff from when you had Maggie?" Booth's voice cracked as his eyes fell upon the guilt written all over his girlfriend's face, "Oh Bones, you... I... how did you know you were going to need it again? You have told me on countless occasions that Maggie was going to be your only child. If you didn't want any more children then why keep her stuff?"

"Um," Brennan's face suddenly fell. How was she to explain something she had so adamantly denied, even to herself?

Whenever the subject of donating Maggie's old furniture came up she would always dismiss the inquisition by rambling on about her busy schedule and not having the proper car to transport the equipment but the man sitting before her knew when she lied, even if she did not. And the truth, well, the truth was more than complicated. How was she to explain that even though she had denied it with her every breath, there was still a part of her that wanted to have a family. A real family with the man of her dreams. Even when he couldn't even look in her eyes without filling her heart with sorrow she knew, she wanted a family with him. And giving away the furniture was giving away part of her dream.

"Booth, I... I... just thought..." Brennan's voice broke as her body wavered against the doorframe.

"It's okay." Booth tried to reassure the woman crumbling before him, "We're partners, we tell each other everything. Whatever your reason was, I know it was a good reason. You have done nothing but the best for Maggie. You would do whatever it took to keep my baby girl from feeling an ounce of pain even when her father was being a damn fool. I was being an idiot... more than an idiot, I was being..."

"Booth!" Brennan interrupted his incessant ramblings, "It wasn't because of you, it was because... well I had faith."

"Faith?" His voice broke at the broken honesty flowing from his girlfriend's lips. After all they had been through, all he had put her through he never would have imagined that she would still have faith in the only thing he had ever been able to do right.

"Yes." She whispered her confirmation with what little strength she had left, "I guess I always knew that somehow we would be here, together with a growing proof of what we have, what we always had. I guess... as silly as it sounds, I guess I always knew it was you." The woman softly confirmed the thoughts that had been swirling around her mind ever since her heart began to once again flutter, this is the end. The end of something so heartbreaking she knew she was on death's doorstep. With a smile and nod he had brought her back to the life she always knew would have. Although the odds were stacked against her there was always a little part of her soul that knew she was destined for more.

"Oh Bones..." Booth groveled as he fell to his knees and crawled toward the broken woman before him. "I don't know what to say besides sorry." But that was all that needed to be said, one singular word had the power to break the chains that had held her heart down for so long. That same word had the power to give a fleeing heart the chance to go and as the chains began to slip Brennan knew she was at a crossroads of the heart and soul.

Brennan couldn't help the fear fluttering through her veins as her body searched for the closest source of comfort and strength. Stumbling backward Brennan landed squarely on the mound of toys her daughter had quietly been laying in the doorway. Reaching behind her Brennan couldn't help but laugh through the tears at each of the precious memory each of the toys possessed and the memories that would continue to grow with every passing second her second child would be on this earth.

"Da-da..." Maggie giggled, emerging from behind her mother, "trade?"

Fear would have to wait another day to firm it's grasp on the young mother's heart; for the innocence of a young child is just what a soul needs to keep from running from the sacred question of forever.