The Breakfast

Reaching into the fridge I grab out the eggs and milk to start the scrambled eggs. Suddenly the space between the fridge and the bench was a lot smaller than 2 seconds ago. I turned around and slowly manoeuvred my way around Bones, who was right behind me getting out the bread to start on her toast.
"Right. There it is. Sorry." I say as I try to move out of her way. "Do you want me to help you with that?" I asked, cracking the eggs into a bowl and tossing the shells into the sink.
"No. I can make toast. It's just, your kitchen is very small." She replied. I should have expected that, but it blindsided me.
"My kitchen is the same size it's always been. Look at it." I say as I make sure that my kitchen has most definitely not gotten smaller overnight.
"The implication being that I've grown bigger." She casually says as she pops her bread into the toaster.
"No, no." I drop the fork I'm using in shock.Where did that come from? I bend down to pick it up and realize I'm not even fully dressed for the day. All I'm wearing is my work shirt, boxers, crazy socks and slippers. Better remember to put pants on or I'll never hear the end of how 'Booth nearly left the apartment wearing everything but pants and shoes.'
"It's not that you've grown bigger. It's just, you've gotten larger," I manage to blurt out. I'm fairly certain I'm digging myself into a huge hole. "You know, like, you just expanded..." Yep, gigantic hole now. I can tell I'm in trouble by the way she's looking at me with a you-better-shut-up-now-to-save-yourself look. "You look great, by the way," I look at her as approvingly as I can, prepping myself for the 'anthropologically speaking..." speech.
"What you see is the manifestation of your own virility, which fills you with a sense of pride and power. It's natural to confuse that with attraction." Wow. This woman, she just blows me away sometimes. My heart has melted all the way down to my feet. Sometimes I don't think she knows how much I truly love her and how much what some of the things she says mean to me.
I put the bowl of mixed eggs down and move in to kiss her. She giggles as she gets tangled up in my holster. Bones giggled. I'm still getting used that. When we were just partners, she never giggled, and now she giggles quite a lot. I kiss her to show her how much her words mean to me. She pulls away with a smile and walks around to the other side of the bench to sit down.
"Your magazine is in my oatmeal," I say, realizing how little space there is in my apartment for the first time and realizing how much breakfast I'm making for myself.
"You know, we don't have to go through this, my place is much roomier." She says as she tries to create more room on the already overcrowded bench.
"We both agreed to split time..." I'm trying to defend my apartment. Trying and failing.
"Yes, and we are," she sighs, trying to not get agitated by the small amount of room.
"...Neither of us really likes it." I finish, still mixing the damned eggs. How long have I been mixing these for?
"I'm fine." She says in a tone hinting that she's a lot less than fine about this arrangement. It started out okay, until she started showing.
"Urgh. Come on, Bones," I say as I put the bowl of nearly rubber eggs on the bench. "You know what? It's been 5 months and we spend almost all of our time together. What we need is one bed, one place, our place." I think I know what's coming.
"I thought you'd said you'd never move in with someone again unless you were married." Somehow I knew that was coming.
"Are you asking me to marry you?" I ask, teasing her.
A flash of panic crosses her face. "What? Me? No, no. You're the one who believes in marriage. I'm not going to bring it up." Does she think she's gonna get out of that one by saying that?
"Well! You just did!" I say incredulously.
"So you're saying that you aren't going to ask me to marry you?" Now she looks hurt. I didn't mean for that.
"No. Youare going to ask me to marry you!"
"Hahaha. That's ridiculous." She will be the one to propose, when she's ready.
"It's not ridiculous. It's gonna happen, I don't know when." Bones is boring holes into my face, by the way she's looking at me. "But when it does, the three of us should have nice place where there's like..." My cell phone rings right in the middle of my passionate speech.
"Booth. Right. On our way." I hang up and turn to Bones.
"We got a murder!" A huge smile spreads across my face. This is going to have to be discussed another time.
Grabbing the toast out of the toaster, I run off towards my room to put some pants on and grab my shoes.
"Booth! That's my toast!" Bones yells after me, as she starts making her way to the bedroom to put more work-appropriate clothing on.