Haha... Chapter 19 took a bit longer than usual, but it's ready now... Thank you all for your patience and of course for all the reviews...
Here we go... I hope you'll like it...
Chapter 19:
The kiss was long and tender and Booth felt a warm feeling starting to spread inside him.
After they broke apart, he whispered: "I'd die for you."
She gave him a stern look and answered: "You proved that point already, Booth. I know you would. But I would never forgive you for leaving me."
"I am here. I am not going to leave." He answered and caused her to chuckle. "Easy for you to say that... you are not even able to leave this bed yet."
He smiled a sad smile. "Yeah... I'd rather be in my bed at home... preferably with you by my side."
"Patience is a virtue, Booth." She answered with a smirk, her voice teasing.
His answer was a long yawn.
Immediately the expression on her face changed to concern: "You are tired... I should leave, you need to rest."
"No. Don't... don't leave, Bones. I can rest better with you here." He pleaded, his brown eyes full in 'puppy-dog' mode.
She shook her head in amusement, though his words had made her stomach flutter a little.
"Oh, you should get that look patented... Okay, okay, I am going to stay a little longer." Once again, she tried to get herself in a more or less comfortable position, her head resting on the mattress of his bed.
"I could try to move aside a little... there would be enough room beside me for you." He suggested, craving the warmth and the feeling of her body beside him. He was a bit disappointed when he saw her shaking her head.
"No, Booth. I don want to jostle your ribs or hurt your back. And besides... what if I fall asleep ... your family is going to come back..." She objected.
"Bones... my parents are aware I am a grown man... and my Dad once surprised me in a far more embarrassing situation than with a fully clothed woman just lying beside me." Booth sounded amused.
"It's not about your parents... but... I don't want to confuse Parker. And I don't want to hurt your injuries, okay?" She said, squirming on her chair until she felt more comfortable.
The fact that she had thought about his son's feelings made him speechless for a moment. "Thank you." He finally said.
"Huh? For what?" She mumbled in surprise.
"For thinking of how this would look like to Parker. You have no idea how much it means to me, that you think of my son..." His voice trailed off.
"He is a very important part of your life. And I like him. He should get the chance to get accustomed to the thought that we are more than friends... It would not be fair to just confront him with it like that." She answered seriously.
"You are an amazing woman." He whispered softly, overwhelmed by her obvious concern for Parker.
"Thank you". She said through a stifled yawn. "I am also a tired woman... You should sleep and I'll try to nap too... Oh, and one day you are going to tell me about that embarrassing situation."
He nodded with a smile and his hand moved to her hair, stroking it gently. "I hope I am not going to wake up and this was just a dream."
She whispered. "Sleep, Booth. I am not going anywhere." Her soft voice lulled him into sleep quickly and she followed soon after him... After all she had had a rough night with not enough sleep and bad dreams.
Twenty minutes later a nurse peeked into the room and a gentle smile appeared on her face when she spotted the two people. She had known that the woman that had hurried into the room some time ago – his partner, she had been told – had not left yet. Now she knew why.
Her patient obviously felt comfortable, since he was the one lying in the big, soft bed... his girlfriend however– because who else should she be, surely not just a partner – was entitled to wake up with a sore back from leaning from her chair onto his mattress in an awkward way for too long.
But young love did not care about uncomfortable chairs and stiff backs. So she decided to let them sleep for a little longer... after all, she only had to check if her patient needed anything... And she had to admit, he looked pretty content, a small smile curving his lips and his hand placed possessively over one of his girlfriends breasts.
The nurse chuckled inwardly... The big question was, if he had placed his hand there consciously or not. And if he was going to get a lecture when she woke up or not. Oh, it would have been tempting to stay, but she had work to do. She stifled a sigh and quietly closed the door again.
A sound evaded her mind... something that sounded like a cat, purring.
It purred and stopped... and purred and stopped. Odd behaviour for a cat, a voice in her head commented. And what cat? She opened her eyes and after a moment of confusion she figured out where she was and why. When she heard the sound again, she suddenly knew what it had to be: Her cell phone... obviously she had activated the 'mute'-function.
'That has to be Angela!' She thought and tried to sit up, but something was holding her back. Her gaze fell to Booth's hand, which was boldly cupping her breast. She shook her head, blushing a little. 'I have to thank Angela... that would have been embarrassing if his parents and Parker had walked in on him groping me'.
She could only imagine, what kind of questions Parker would have voiced after seeing this. And shuddered.
Carefully, she lifted his hand and placed it beside him. Then she rose, avoiding every sound. Her phone, which was somewhere in her bag, had stopped to vibrate. She knew, he needed his sleep, so she decided to leave his room to call back Angela.
After closing the door behind her, she stretched her back, which hurt from the uncomfortable position she'd been sleeping in. And she did not care the least bit... because finding out Booth was going to be okay and that he returned her feelings had been worth a little pain.
She looked at the display of her phone, as she had expected, it had been Angela. A wave of guilt hit her... she should have called Angela and told her Booth was alright instead of falling asleep next to him. She sighed and pressed the speed dial button.
"Sweetie? Where ARE you? I tried to call you three times. I was worried." Angela's voice really sounded worried and Brennan's feeling of guilt deepened.
"I am sorry, Ange. I am at the hospital... I had problems to get to Booth, but finally I was able to see him. He is okay, Angela... he's going to be alright. They even removed his tube earlier and he can talk... his voice is a bit rough, but other than that, he's fine." She quickly reported.
"Oh, that's great news, Sweetie... so... you've been talking?" Angela's worry quickly gave way to curiosity.
"Yes." Brennan answered.
"Bren! Don't say just yes, spill, what have you been talking about? Did you kiss?" Angela's voice sounded agitated now.
Brennan smiled. "We talked a lot, Ange... I am not going to tell you everything. And yes."
"What, yes?... Oh, yes... oh my god, you kissed? How was it... Oh, that's great, that's great. Did you tell him, how you feel?" Angela asked, very excited.
"Yes. I told him. The kiss was... amazing, Ange. I... He feels the same... he did for a long time." She finally said.
"I told you so." Brennan could nearly hear Angela's grin.
"I know... I am sorry I never believed you, Ange... But now... everything's going to be alright. I am so glad I finally know he is okay. His parents were supposed to call me, but his father thought I was FBI too and so he just informed Cullen... but he apologised..." She was interrupted by Angela's squeal "What? You met his parents? How are they?"
"I just saw them for a few minutes... I'll see them later again, when they come back with Parker. They went to the zoo." Brennan answered.
"Good. Can we visit Booth?" Angela asked.
Brennan thought about it for a moment. "Maybe in the evening? Or tomorrow... he still needs to rest, you know."
"And you want to spend time with him alone... Something I totally understand. Well, just greet him, okay? We'll come tomorrow then... And you are going to celebrate with me tonight! You owe me at least one drink, cause you never believed in what I told you!" Angela stated.
Brennan smiled. "Okay. As many drinks you want."
"Don't say that! You know how such things end!" Angela giggled. "Go back to your FBI hunk... smooching helps to recover, you knew that?"
Brennan laughed. "I don't think that's statistically proven... but I'll give it a try. Bye, Ange."
Okay, I hope you liked it - please let me know... I thought it might be nice to bring a bit of humour into it now... ;)