**Hey, ya'll :) First, thanks for the reviews! They mean so much to me! This chapter explains the little cliffhanger I threw in the last chapter ;) I tried to keep Brennan as "Brennan" as I could in her explaining everything, not getting too emotional, but allowing some fluctuation there...next chapter, we get to add Parker into the mix :D
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As Brennan cried into his chest, Booth didn't know what to do. He finally settled on just holding her, rubbing her back as she let everything out. Knowing that she had probably never broken down that bad, he kissed the top of her head and gave her emotional space. Again, he didn't want to rush things and have her clam up on him.
Once her sobs had slowed, Booth still tracing her back with his fingers, he pushed hair out of her face. He wasn't sure how to approach this for fear he would hurt her even more.
"She's four months old," Brennan's raspy voice finally spoke up. Twirling her hair between his fingers, Booth just listened. "That's why I went to Argentina," she confided.
"Hey," he spoke softly as he gently tilted her chin upward. Her blue eyes were cloudy and red from the crying. "First of all," he smiled sweetly, "I love you. I will no matter what has happened previously or what happens in the future." Brennan's eyes squeezed shut, but reopened quickly. "And secondly, you don't have to talk about this if you don't want to, sweetheart."
Sitting up in the bed, hugging the sheet to her still-bare chest, Brennan looked over and down at Booth. "I want to tell you," she whispered. "I need to tell you."
Booth sat up and leaned against the headboard, pulling her into his side as she pulled her knees up to her chest. "After that day," she spoke, shuddering at the memory of Booth walking away, "I was…upset…to say the least. I went home that night and saw that Sully had prepared dinner for me."
Booth quietly clenched his teeth shut, knowing that if he was given the chance, he would probably kill Sully. He smiled as he saw Brennan looking up at him with a look of concern in her blue eyes. "Go ahead, baby," he urged calmly. "I'm not mad."
"Well," she continued, taking a deep breath. "That night after dinner, things led to other things." She reminded herself that she needed to keep it PG, otherwise Booth was going to fly off the hinges. "The next day, I went to work as usual. I compartmentalized everything, like I always do, and knew that jumping back cranium first into work was the best thing."
Chuckling, he kissed her forehead. "After working for a while, a few weeks at least…or that's what Angela told me…I began feeling sick, so I scheduled an appointment. "
"Why did Angela have to tell you how long you had been at work?" he asked, probably already knowing the answer, but he wanted her to explain it just in case he was wrong.
"She had to tell me because I honestly didn't have any recollection of time passing," Brennan sighed. "But after I became sick, Ange talked me into going to see a doctor. And the doctor," her voice began getting softer, "Informed me that I was with child."
As he pulled her in closer to him, Booth sighed quietly, resting his head on top of hers. "Why did you decide to go to Argentina?"
Looking up at him, Brennan's eyes were filled with tears. "Some colleagues of mine, Katherine and Andrew Simmons, had been married for several years without ever being able to conceive a child. They live in Argentina."
Booth realized she was about to break down again, so he reached out a hand and softly lifted her chin towards him. "Just take a deep breath," he whispered, kissing her lips.
Brennan did as she was told and exhaled before continuing. "I talked with Angela and Sweets," she rolled her eyes making Booth chuckle to himself. "Angela told me that no matter what I decided, she would, direct quote, back my play. And while I wasn't sure what it meant, I had an idea. Sweets told me that even though it's a hard choice to make, I had to decide whether or not I was keeping the baby."
As a tear fell down her cheek, Booth kissed it away, pulling her still naked body even closer to him. "I just wasn't ready for a child," she explained through a soft sob. Sniffling and sitting back up straight, she composed herself. "I reasonably decided that if I was not, in fact, ready for a child and my colleagues were, that the logical choice was to let them raise the baby."
Noticing that she was staring into dark space, Booth recognized it as that look she got while she was allowing herself time to compartmentalize everything correctly. "It's okay to show emotions, sweetheart. I'm the only one here," he assured her. "You can trust me."
With that being said, Brennan collapsed even further into his side letting out cry after cry, sob after sob. Holding her was the only thing that Booth knew to do, so that's what he did. Cooing in her ear every once in a while seemed to calm her down quicker as he promised that he loved her and that it's okay to be human and show emotions.
After completely letting go, Temperance Brennan actually thought she felt better about things. She sat up straight again as Booth traced shapes on her bare arm and smiled down at her with empathy and love. "You said she is four months old?" he asked, earning a nod from her. "Have you seen her since…you know…"
Brennan shook her head and bowed it in shame. "How could I face her again, Booth? I'm a coward for not even giving myself a chance to take care of her." He heard the tears building back up as she rested her forehead against her arm, which was propped on her knees.
"Hey, look at me for a second," he requested, gently pulling her chin upward. As her watery blue eyes met his, he smiled. "It's okay to not be ready to take care of a kid, Tempe. You were 31 years old. By that age, you know very well what you can and cannot handle in your life. Giving someone else the privilege of being a parent and giving a kid a chance at having an amazing family only tells me that you, Temperance Daesee Brennan," he pointed at her chest, "YOU have a heart."
By the end of his little speech, Brennan had tears rolling down her face, hitting the sheet below, as she smiled up at him. "Thanks, Booth."
"You don't have to thank me, baby," he assured her, pressing his lips against hers.
"I'm sorry for ruining our night," she told him, her blue eyes fluttering open and shut as she stared into his eyes.
Chuckling, Booth leaned over and kissed her neck slowly. "You didn't ruin anything," he promised her. "After all, I got to make amazing, wonderful, extraordinary love to the woman that I'm in love with." Brennan smiled through her tears as Booth returned to her neck. "One last thing," he said, sitting back up straight.
"Hmm?" she asked, climbing onto his lap and straddling his hardening dick.
"If you ever decide you want to go see her and you don't mind…I'll go with you."
Smiling, Brennan nodded as she bit her bottom lip. "I'd like that," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him deeply. "I'd like that a lot, Seeley."
As his eyes slowly opened, Booth squinted to keep the sun out of them as he searched the room for a clock. Finally finding one, he saw that it was 10:04 and smiled. They had made it through their first amazing night of sex together and even got to sleep in the next morning.
He looked down and grinned as he saw the sleeping scientist curled into his chest, both still without clothes from the night before. While he watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling slowly and evenly, Booth couldn't help but think about how lucky he actually was.
Eventually, though, Brennan's eyes fluttered open and slowly looked up at the brown eyes greeting her. "Morning," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
Letting out a groan, she nuzzled her head back into his chest and tucked her arms between them. Booth chuckled and pulled the blanket over her shoulders, rewrapping his arms around her as soon as he was able to. Knowing that she wasn't a morning person, he didn't rush her to wake up. He ran his hands across her back, tracing the outlines of her muscles and bones, sending chills up and down her entire body.
After a few minutes of her eyes opening and shutting slowly as she inhaled his manly scent, she lifted her head and smiled shyly at Booth. "Are you awake now?" he asked softly, laughing to himself.
"Not by choice," she mumbled and pressed her lips into him.
Smiling, he kissed her again. "How'd you sleep, beautiful?"
"Very well, considering we only gave in to sleep a few hours ago."
Booth grinned as he remembered the night before…every move, every moan…he was in complete heaven. Staring down into her slate-blue eyes, he kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to him.
"I suppose we should leave soon," she suggested, stretching her arms out from under the blanket.
"But I don't want to," Booth pouted, earning a raised eyebrow from Brennan. He chuckled and brushed a curl behind her ear. "Have you had a good time?"
Nodding with a Brennan-y grin, she ran a hand down his bare chest. Batting her eyes as she bit her bottom lip, she began to roll out of the bed. "I'm going to take a hot shower," she informed him, glancing over her shoulder with a seductive glare.
Without another word, Booth followed her naked body out of the bed, grabbing her hips before she ever got to the bathroom and pulling her into him. Spinning her around, his lips crashed into her neck as they backed into the wall. Brennan reached a hand out in search of the bathroom light switch, eventually finding it and flipping it on.
Backing her into the bathroom as his lips found hers, Booth guided them over to the shower. He momentarily reached down and flipped the water on. "How hot?" he asked, only breaking their lips apart for half a second.
"Very," Brennan replied in a gasp as his had roamed her naked body, gripping pretty much anything he could grab onto. As his hand made its way down to her core, he thumbed at her clit as he lifted her over the side of the bathtub. "God," she moaned as he rubbed faster, making her legs shake as the water beat down onto her.
Booth climbed in the tub after her and pulled the shower curtain shut, immediately attaching his hand back to her breast while his other sent chills up her spine. His lips sucked and nipped at her neck as she propped one of her feet on the side of the tub. "Booth…" she gasped, her hands running up and down his back.
"Yeah, baby?" he asked, only removing his lips from hers for a second before reattaching them to her wet skin.
"I need you in me," she told him in between breaths as he pressed himself into her repetitively. Grabbing a handful of his hair, Brennan's head leaned back against the cold tile wall as he continued to thumb the bundle of nerves. "Please, Booth…" she begged.
"Are you sure?" he teased, rubbing the head of his dick against her opening.
"Now!" she commanded, clenching her teeth as her eyes rolled back.
Pushing himself into her, Booth gasped at the same time as Brennan, lowering his head as he easily filled her entirely. After wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned down and nibbled at his jawline. Continuing to thrust into her, Booth groaned with every movement.
Brennan wrapped her long leg around his waist while sucking at his skin and scraping her nails against his back. The water still beat down on them making their movements smooth as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of her soaking wet core.
"Christ, baby," he grunted feeling her muscles contract around his throbbing cock making it harder for him to hold out. Lowering herself onto him as he lifted up into her, she dug her fingernails into his shoulder.
Reaching up, Booth grabbed both of her breasts in his hands and pinched her hard nipples, causing her to whimper as he continued to pump himself against her body. "Soon," she warned him as her eyes ran up and down his body. She bit her bottom lip as she felt herself nearing the edge, knowing she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. "Look at me, Booth," she demanded, her mouth open as she let out a moan.
As she gripped his jaw and turned his head towards her, his brown eyes opened and he looked at the beautiful wet body in front of him as he let out a moan. "Fuck, baby," he clenched his teeth, thrusting into her harder and harder.
Booth wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her closer to him, and groaned. Without warning, Brennan gasped as her body began to shake against his, squeezing his dick as she fell over the edge. "God!" she screamed, her blue eyes locked on his as he followed her over the edge, giving her as much of himself as he could.
As he slowly stopped thrusting, they both tried to catch their breath as Brennan's limp body was being supported by Booth. "God, baby," he breathed heavily against her neck, kissing his way to her lips.
"I love you," she told him in between breaths, smiling as best she could.
Booth pressed his lips into hers and grinned as he saw her wet, tangled auburn hair messily scattered across her shoulders. "I love you, too, baby."
A few hours later, the dynamic duo arrived back at Brennan's apartment and collapsed on the couch. Running his hand through her hair, Booth smiled as he took a deep breath. "I get Parker for the weekend tomorrow," he told her, kissing her temple.
"What does that mean for us?" she asked, not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer.
"Well, one of two things can happen," he told her.
"I'm sure there are more than two things, Booth," she corrected.
Booth shook his head with a chuckle and kissed her forehead. "Too literal, Bones." Making an "oh" with her mouth, Brennan decided to just listen. "First, I can pick Parker up and take him to my place, not telling him about us." Brennan frowned, not wanting to go without seeing Booth for two whole days. "Or, I can pick him up and we can tell him about us and pray he takes it well."
"Oh, I vote for choice B," she told him cockily.
Laughing, Booth brushed his thumb against her cheek. "Why is that?"
"Parker loves me, Booth. Even I picked up on that."
"I know that, Bones. I just don't want to push him into this and think I'm replacing my time with him by spending time with you."
Nodding in agreement, Brennan rested her head against Booth's shoulder. "I think that Parker is old enough to know that I'm not replacing your time with him. He acts older than you give him credit for, Booth," she informed him. "We should just tell him the truth."
"For once, Temperance Brennan, I believe you are correct."
Brennan lifted her head up and raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm always right, Booth. I thought you knew that already." His eyes narrowed as he shifted his weight on the couch. "I'm just joking, Booth," she chuckled.
Shaking his head and laughing, Booth smiled. "You are something else, Bones." Noticing the confused look on her face, he kissed between her eyes. "But I absolutely love whatever it is that you are," he assured her. "And tomorrow," he kissed her lips, "We'll tell Parker that we're together."