Hello everybody. Sorry it took so long to update again, but I was quiet busy and then Ana did not receive my e-mail with the chapter ;) But I sent it again and here we are ;)

Thank you, AnabellG, for beta-ing! You're awesome!

Note: The story is set before the latest episodes (Verdict in the Story and Pain in the Heart) therefore Max is in prison.

Chapter 19:

The sound of knocking interrupted Booth. They both looked up when Dr. Timms, the gynaecologist, entered the room. "Hello Agent Booth. Dr. Brennan, how are you feeling today?" He addressed the woman in bed.

"Bored." Brennan answered, not even trying to soften her tone.

"Bones." Booth chided half-heartedly. She lifted an eyebrow at him and he sighed. "I understand, alright? But still..."

"I understand your situation as well, Dr. Brennan. I am aware that lying in a hospital bed is not the most thrilling pastime. But it was necessary." Dr. Timms remarked.

"Was?" Brennan asked hopefully.

"Yes." Dr. Timms nodded at her encouragingly. "Your and your baby's vital functions are excellent. You will be discharged tomorrow morning."

"Oh, thank god." She exclaimed and then grinned at Booth goofily when he mouthed 'God?'.

"Figure of speech." She winked at him and he gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"I am glad I'll have you at home with me again." Booth murmured. She gave him a warm smile, but then her attention returned to the doctor.

"Dr. Timms, how about..." She hesitated for a moment, not sure if it would be considered odd to ask about going to work after she nearly lost her child.

"The last few days I got the impression that you used to be quite a workaholic, Dr. Brennan. Is that right?" Dr. Timms asked with a smile, having gained a little understanding of the forensic anthropologist.

"Uh..." Brennan was not quite sure how to answer, but Booth took over and said: "She is. Totally. She tends to forget to eat over work. Horrible."

He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. "Not always." She could not restrain herself from throwing in the objection.

"Well, I must advise you to be careful, Dr. Brennan. Regular meals, make sure you drink enough, preferably water. Your baby was in danger, you know that. Regarding work...my suggestion would be to only work part-time, avoid stress and strenuous work. As soon as you feel disorientated or nauseous, lay down and rest. Furthermore, you should come in for another examination next week, just to be on the safe side. Then we will work out a schedule for the following examinations. Is that okay for you?" Dr. Timms said, his voice serious.

Brennan and Booth looked at each other and nodded in unison. "Thank you, doctor." Booth said and Brennan hurried to add: "Yes, thank you very much."

The doctor smiled at them. "We will see each other tomorrow morning, then. Good-bye." He nodded and left the room. When the door clicked shut, Booth leaned forward to kiss his girlfriend deeply.

"Mhm." She said a few minutes later. "What was that for?"

"For not arguing. For accepting that you have to cut down your working hours. For thanking God. For being you." He smiled warmly at her and the meaningful tone of his voice nearly made her eyes water, until she realized what he had said.

"I did not really thank God, Booth. It was merely a figure of speech." She objected immediately.

"Sure." He agreed with that patronising tone men so often used on women to avoid further disagreements. Her eyes narrowed upon identifying the timbre, but she decided to let it go.

"I can go back to work tomorrow." She gave him a wide smile, which faded quickly when he shook his head. "What, Booth? You heard him! I am allowed to work. I just have talk to Cam about details, but I am sure she will be okay with me working only part-time." She said with agitation in her voice.

"Tomorrow is Saturday. You are not going to the lab on Saturday, Bones. No way. We will enjoy this weekend together and then you can go back to work on Monday." Booth stated, adamant.

"Tomorrow is Saturday?" She repeated, a stunned expression on her face. "I lost track of time in here." She murmured, embarrassed.

"That's perfectly normal, babe. Hospitals are like that." He squeezed her hand gently. "But you agree with me, right? No work on Saturday. I am looking forward to spending a lazy day with you. Just you and me, how does that sound?"

"Good. But..." She stopped, biting her bottom lip.

"What?" He asked, watching her closely.

"I think we should visit my father. Tell him ... about the baby. And we need to talk to your family soon, too." She murmured.

"That's a good idea, Bones. Okay, we will visit your dad this weekend. And we will call my parents and ask them when we can visit them. Hmmmm, you should ask Dr. Timms tomorrow if you're allowed to go on long car rides, though. It might be better to invite them to visit us than the other way round." Booth said.

A horrific vision of his family staying in her apartment, disapproving of her artefacts, her style, her furniture – well, of her - flickered through her head. She tried to mask it, but Booth saw it anyway.

"Hey" he whispered "They are going to like you. And if they visit us they can stay in a hotel. I don't want you to be stressed and worried. I want you to be able to rest and relax, okay?"

She nodded and gave him a thankful smile. "That leaves one person we have to tell." She said after a moment of silence.

Booth nodded. "Parker." He sighed. "I am not sure how he's going to react. You know, he is used to my and Rebecca's full attention." He swallowed hard, He hoped that the baby was not going to affect his relationship with his son.

"Don't worry, Booth. He is a good kid. And to some extent jealousy between siblings is perfectly normal." Brennan tried to allay his fears.

"I know. I do have a brother, you know." Booth winked at her. "There were times when I hated him."

"You don't say! Me too." Brennan grinned. "But when it comes to the crash, Russ is always there for me."

"It's crunch, Bones. But I know what you mean. I guess I shouldn't be worrying so much, right? Maybe he is going to be all excited. I remember how he told me about a friend of his, who got a baby brother a few months ago. The boy had been excited, rambling about how he was going to play soccer with his little bro. Parker told me, that he was quite disappointed when his parents said he would have to wait a few years." He smiled.

"Why don't we invite him over Sunday? Rebecca cancelled your last weekend with him anyway... she owes us, right?" Brennan asked.

Booth smiled, when he heard how naturally she now used 'us' instead of simply 'you'.

"Yeah, she does." He said and kissed her again. "I'll call her... oh, and I have to buy groceries too, since you're going to come home tomorrow. What's the latest craving?"

She grinned. "Cheddar. But don't buy too much of it. You know how fast we change our mind. For all I know it might be strawberries tomorrow." She covered her belly with her hand and his eyes followed the movement. He placed his hand over hers. "I love you. Sleep tight and don't argue with the nurses too much." He kissed her and rose.

"I don't argue with them." Brennan frowned.

"Sure." That tone again. Her frown deepened. "I swear to God, sometimes I have no idea why I love you." She said, but they both knew she was only joking.

He winked at her and went to the door and opened it, but before leaving he grinned and said: "You know, babe, for a person who claims to not believe in God you use His name a lot."

She shook her head "You're incorrigible. Now go." He blew her a kiss – however cheesy that might be - and she had to smile. A few moments later her smile slowly faded when she realised she had let him get away with calling her "babe". Twice.

"Stupid infantile endearments." She muttered and reached for her book, preparing herself to be enlightened by Dr. Andrews incredible insight in the wonders of pregnancy.

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