Author's note: Thanks for all the great reviews. I especially like the ones that implore me to STOP THE ANGST. Here are the last two chapters. Hope you enjoy.

Booth stood stock still in the middle of his kitchen, his eyes riveted on the calendar. He had just gotten home after a long day at a particularly gruesome crime scene and had jumped into the shower soon after he hit the front door. Towel wrapped around his waist and hair so wet it was dripping down his back, he went to the fridge for a beer. A beer that would finally wash the whole rotten day away. That's when he noticed the calendar and what day it was. Nov 24th. Exactly one month ago today he was making love to her. Well, one month and a few hours, he thought. Seeing the same date one month later shocked him. Where did the time go? he thought. One the one hand, it had flown by, they were getting along as best they could. The tension between them had made it impossible for them to be in the same room together, but soon he had gotten used to having Angie or Hodgins present, and frankly he was grateful. He knew if he was alone with her he might say something stupid. Reveal himself, again, in another humiliating manner. Because there is nothing like telling a woman you're in love with her and having her stomp all over your heart. However, they had solved a lot of cases in one month, it seemed like a record number. This, he was sure, contributed to the feeling the month had flown by.

On the other hand, when he had left work and her, time extended beyond its usual measure and he was left with hours in the evening with nothing but thoughts and memories to try and block out. He wasn't much of a drinker, but the thought had crossed his mind many times to take it up. He knew, though, this would only make it more painful, and might contribute to him doing something idiotic like drunk-dialing. He couldn't risk that. So he put on any blues album he could find and simultaneously watched basketball with the sound off. Falling asleep on the couch was preferable to going to his bed, because when he slipped between the sheets he missed her all the more. One thing that really bothered him, more even than his misery of unrequited love, was that they seemed to have lost the deep friendship they had. No more dinners together after solving a case, no more quick drinks at the bar. They were friendly, sure, but the camaraderie was lost. And he wasn't sure if it was coming back, or even could. He had declared passionate love for her. She would probably always be on her guard around him.

He uprooted himself from the spot in front of the fridge and opened it, pulling out leftover pizza which he popped into the microwave. He impatiently tapped his foot waiting for the bell to ring, anxious to get in front of the TV where he could begin zoning out. I wonder who's playing tonight? he wondered. Without bothering to change from his towel he shuffled over to the couch, pizza and beer in hand, turning on the TV with the remote. He settled in, then realized he hadn't put on an album. He started to cross to the stereo but then stopped short. He sat back down. Maybe I'll watch with the sound turned up, he thought. This made him slightly relieved, maybe it meant he was starting to get over her.

That's when he heard a soft knock at the door.

He seriously considered ignoring it. He was 99% sure it was her. He wasn't sure how he knew. He certainly hadn't expected her to show up at his place anytime in the near future. But he was certain it was her. Maybe she saw the date too, he thought. His heart nearly leapt through his chest at the thought of it, but as he rose and crossed to the door he beat those feelings back down. Don't get carried away, old buddy. She's probably here to tell you about the new sperm she's hired. He opened the door, forgetting he was in a wet towel and nothing else. Her gaze clued him in.

She looked surprised when he opened the door, like she hadn't expected him to be there, although it was clear from the lights, someone was home. First she took in his hair, damp and dripping slightly onto his shoulders. Oh my, she thought as her gaze drifted down to his bare shoulders and chest, broad and muscled and still wet from the shower. Then her gaze fell lower to the towel and she blushed deeply. Her eyes shot back up.

"Hi," she said shyly.

He regarded her calmly without moving or making an indication that it is unusual to answer the doorway almost completely naked.

"Hi Bones. What's up? Case?" He was doing his best to ignore her outfit. It seemed to be the same wraparound dress she wore to work regularly, but tonight he was noticed how the deep blue hue of the dress complemented her eyes.

"No...I just wanted to talk to you. About something." She bit the corner of her lip and shifted her weight to the other foot. She was very uncomfortable and if she had to have this conversation with him dressed, or undressed like that, it was going to be impossible.

"Come in," he said, "I'll just go change into something less comfortable." With a uncomfortable smile he headed off into the bedroom, closing the door. Brennan walked around the living room, noting the slice of pizza sitting on the coffee table and the opened beer.

"Can I get a beer?" she shouted to him from the living room.

"Sure," he yelled back, "help yourself."

She grabbed a beer and plopped down on the couch. Wait, maybe I shouldn't sit here, she thought. He might be sitting here and I can't sit too near him right now. She got up and sat in the easy chair in the corner. Ok, this feels safer. She clutched her beer between her legs and mentally steeled herself for the upcoming conversation.

Booth reappeared from the bedroom in jeans, pulling a white t-shirt over his head. For a moment Brennan glimpsed his abs, hard and muscled. She felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach. She tore her eyes away and looked at the TV.

"Good game?"

"Yeah, it's ok. So what's going on?" He wasn't going to draw this any further out than he had to. He sat down on the couch.

"So it's been a month, since we, uh, tried," she said.

His heart lept. She did notice! He tried to remain calm. "Yes?" he said seriously, trying to appear indifferent.

"So, when it wasn't successful I told you I was going to find another donor."

"Right...?"

"So I found one."

He tried to keep his face as impassive as possible, but he was enraged. Why did she come all the way over here to tell me this? he shouted to himself. Couldn't she have sent an email? A text message? Christ. He ran a hand through his hair and took a long shaggy breath before he looked at her again.

She continued. "He's a doctor. 6'2". 190 pounds. Played lacrosse and rugby in high school. He's very intelligent and his genes will be a good match for mine." She studied his face, watching as the pain flickered across his face before he carefully hid it again.

"But that's not what I'm here to tell you."

He looked up at her, his eyes wary.

She looked down at her hands, inhaled and said all in one breath, "I can't do it. I've thought a lot about it, and you are the only person I can imagine being the father of my baby." She drew in another ragged breath and continued, "It may not be meant to be, but if it's not you, it can't be anyone. I tried looking, fooling myself into thinking I could find a replacement for you, for your qualities. Someone brave and strong, funny and perceptive, smart and motivated. It wasn't until I found the perfect person on paper that I realized he wasn't what I was looking for." She looked up into his eyes, eyes wide and hopeful, praying she hadn't ruined her only chance with him.

He looked stunned, but his eyes were still very guarded. "What are you saying Temperance?"

"I want you to father my child, Seely."

"No," he said firmly. He crossed his arms in front of him.

"No?" she said increduously. "You...you said you loved me, would do anything for me...how can you say you won't do this?" Her voice rose with every word, nearing hysteria.

"Bones. Temperarance," he corrected himself. "Come here." He patted to a place by him on the couch. She rose and sat down next to him. He took her hand in his, enveloped them. She had never noticed how big his hands were, they nearly swallowed hers, and she was not a small woman.

"I love you," he began, "Hopelesly. But I can't father your child if I can't have you. It will be too hard. I want the whole package, Temperance. You. Baby. Love. Maybe even marriage." At that last hope he felt her flinch. That may be too much for her, he thought.

"There is no such thing as love Seeley. I've told you that many times before. But..."

He sensed an opening, jumping in. "But?"

"But," she croaked out, "what I feel for you defies logic. It's powerful and overwhelming and I'm terrified of living without it. Without you. Therefore," she continued, a lump forming in her throat, "I can only deduce this is what love feels like. This is love."

He pulled her into his arms, covering the top of her head with soft kisses. "Oh Temperance, it's ok. It's ok." He rocked her until she calmed. He pulled back and took her face in both hands. "You make things so hard on yourself. You have to trust me. I will never leave you. Never."

"Never?" she asked.

"Never." He leaned down, planting a small soft kiss on her lips. "Temperance Brennan, will you marry me?," he said in a half-mocking tone.

"Oh God, no," she laughed, playfully hitting his chest. "I don't think I can go quite that far. Especially in one night."

They laughed, leaning back on the couch, content, for the moment, to be in each other's arms. "Seely Booth?" she said, "Will you help me make a baby?"

"My pleasure," he said and his lips fell to hers, gently at first, then with growing need. He reached over and with his hands firmly on her hips, lifted her to straddle him. Her face was above his, her hair hanging down around them, enveloping them in a soft amber cocoon. He was rock hard already, his cock pressing on her soft mound as they started to move together. He pulled aside the wrap dress and bra and latched his mouth on one nipple, sucking hard. Brennan groaned, grinding herself into him harder, shifting slightly to rub her clit along the base of his cock.

The wrap around dress was no match for him, and his jeans were easily shed. They dispensed with foreplay all-together, desperate to be joined. It had been a whole month with both of them thinking of little else. She ripped her panties to the side and sunk down on him, sighing and shivering at his hardness, this piercing point shooting into her softest parts. He held her hips and rocked into her, his eyes roaming from the spot where they joined at the base to her face, watching the range of emotions that passed over, ecstasy, longing, desperation. Reveling in the feel of him, she slid up and down on his stiff cock. She felt herself rise and fall, rise and fall, the tension building. She cried out and felt her juices washing over them both as she climaxed. Booth tore into her, pumping hard, his lips locked on one nipple, shooting everything he had into her, cum, pain, desire, and most importantly a deep, deep passionate love. He almost wept as he came down, clutching at her, overwhelmed with emotion.

There were no words after, no small talk, and no more declarations of love. All of that was clear to both of them. That they loved each other desperately. That they would have a family, come hell or high water. And that they would never part.

Booth scooped her up, like a bride, and carried her to the bedroom. Her head fell against his shoulder and she sighed contentedly, like a kitten falling asleep. Her eyes closed softly as a deep peace came over her. She knew without a doubt this was the perfect man for her.