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I see his face, hear his voice. I know he's here and I know we had a close call. I reach out to touch his skin…and I don't want to wake from this dream.

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Brennan rolled over and shivered, aware that the body of heat that was supposed to be beside her, was missing. Frowning, she opened her eyes and stared at the expanse of messy sheets, orienting herself and searching her memory for where Booth had been the last time she saw him. Coming to the conclusion that he had indeed been beside her when she fell asleep, she tried to remember whether or not he'd gotten up in the middle of the night.

Sitting up slowly, her hair a tousled mess pushed over to one side, she squinted and scanned the darkened room. Still coming up empty, she slowly rose from the bed and started down the hall.

Booth stood in the doorway to the living room watching April sleep. She'd finally lolled off about halfway through one of his rambling stories about Parker she'd asked him to tell her. He'd decided to leave her on the couch, which is where she was now.

Booth tensed a bit when he felt Brennan's arms close around his waist but immediately relaxed. Picking up one of her pale hands, he kissed it and turned to face her.

"Good morning Beautiful. How was your night?" He smiled softly and tried to catch the breath her bright blue eyes had taken from him. No longer clouded with sleep and not yet dulled with the stress of the day, her eyes had taken on an almost luminescent, unimaginable, perfect-spring-day shade of blue that he found himself lost inside of.

Brennan just smiled, unaware of the debilitating effect the color of her eyes were having on him, and shrugged one shoulder.

"Would have been better waking up next to you." She mumbled, almost unable to believe she'd uttered such a domestic comment.

Booth saw the color rise in her cheeks and suppressed a laugh when she stole his coffee to try and hide it.

She brought the cup to her lips, still leaning against him, and seconds later hastily pulled it away, scrunching up her face in disgust.

"Ugh. That's not how I like my coffee." She gave him an accusatory look and Booth raised his eyebrows.

He took the cup from her. "That's because I didn't make it for you." He winked and leaned down to kiss her, which Brennan gladly reciprocated. He'd intended for it to be quick since he had yet to think of anything for breakfast, but she pulled her hands up to wrap around his neck and all those thoughts disappeared. Booth pulled her tighter against him, roaming the flesh under her shirt with his free hand.

Moving into he kitchen still lip locked, he blindly set his mug on the counter, freeing his other hand to join the first in exploring the skin that was being exposed by her shirt as he moved it upward. They were just to the point of being ready to take things to the bedroom, when a voice cut through their muddled thoughts.

"If you kiss any louder you'll wake the whole building."

Booth and Brennan's heads snapped over to where April stood, her hair now loose and falling into her eyes, black t-shirt and jeans, leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

April found their matching deer-in-headlights looks and current inability to form sentences quite amusing and smirked as she crossed the room, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

That got Booth's attention and he promptly removed the mug from her hands, put a drop of creamer in it and handed it to Brennan, which she took gratefully, returning to him his own mug.

April smiled again and shook her head, watching the whole exchange. Their routine seemed to work like clockwork built around conversations not spoken aloud.

"You know, Angela was right about you two."

"Right about what about us?" Brennan threaded her arm around Booth's back and leaned into him while they stood back against the countertop sipping their coffee.

"The attraction. I believe she said 'there's so much attraction between those two they're changing the tilt of the earth'. Of course then she was worried about sounding 'too squinty'." April gave Booth a playful glare and he shrugged, slurping his drink loudly while Brennan seemed deep in thought.

"Tilt of the earth…OH! Because the earth and it's tilt are held in place because of the opposing magnetic forces of the North and South poles?" Brennan looked up, quite pleased with herself.

April stared blankly for a moment before nodding slowly.

"Um. Yeah. But it's not as funny when you have to explain it."

Booth sighed, kissing Brennan's forehead. "That's my Bones. Squint, writer, investigator and joke killer."

"Yeah, but you couldn't love her any more could you Seeley?" April jibed, sitting carefully at the kitchen table.

Booth shook his head, wrapping his arms firmly around the woman in question.

"I don't think so, but that won't stop me from trying."

He laughed when Brennan rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to retort, only to be interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone.

Booth excused himself to go answer it and Brennan started opening and closing cabinets looking for breakfast.

"Aha! Cereal. What do you like April? We've got Kiks, Fruit Loops, Cherrios, CoCoa Puffs, Lucky Charms…"

April shot up from he chair as quickly as her injuries would allow.

"Lucky Charms! I want Lucky Charms!" She chanted, reminding Brennan quite a lot of the way baby birds cackled for the worms their mother brought them to eat.

April snatched the box from Brennan's hands and quickly poured a bowl and covered it with milk, her stomach growling in anticipation of being fed.

"When was the last time you ate?" Brennan asked, watching wide-eyed the feverish pace with which April was preparing her meal.

"I don't know…yesterday morning."

Brennan frowned but nodded she was sure a girl of April's petite frame and weight shouldn't be skipping meals.

Although it's not like she really had a choice in the matter.

She watched as the girl shoveled the first spoonful into her mouth, completely void of anything but sugary Marshmallows.

"Why do you eat all the Marshmallows first?" Brennan asked, a concentrated, slightly confused look on her face.

April glanced up, raising one eyebrow as if that was the most ridiculous question she'd ever heard.

"Why wouldn't I?" She furrowed her brows, "They're good."

"April." Booth appeared in the doorway, still holding the receiver but not to his ear.

"What?" She asked, her mouth full and milk working it's way down her chin.

His face broke out into a wide grin.

"Tommy's awake…and he's asking for you."

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He's awake. That's…that's…oh man. So this is what it feels like to breathe.

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One more chap and then a sequel! Yaaaayyyy!!