The Baby in the Bond
A/N: I'm going to attempt to make a B&B fluff chapter so I hope you like it! Special thanks to my editor a.k.a. my amazing cousin :D Thanks to all who read, review, subscribe and add this to favorite stories list! It really means a lot to me!
Disclaimer: I wish I owned this show:(
Chapter 6:
Booth and Brennan walked into his mid-sized apartment after a long day at work. Man, he wished he could call it their apartment. But he knew his girlfriend would never agree to that, pregnant or not. Brennan had been silent the whole car ride, which was unusual for her. The whole time, she tapped her short unpainted fingernails against the door of the car counting down the minutes until they would be home. She had a lot on her mind today. Her brain could've exploded into bits and pieces if she thought about anything else. She wanted to talk to Booth about it but she couldn't decide whether to do it tonight or another. They arrived at Booth's apartment and walked into the cold metal railed elevator that they once shared a whole day together in.
Booth slid his tiny key into the lock and rotated it 180 degrees until he heard the click and opened the door. He took off his shiny, polished black shoes and Brennan took off her clunky high heels and they both headed towards the brown leather couch.
"I'm hungry."
"Bones, we just got back from the diner. How are you hungry?"
"When we ate at the diner, I was feeding the baby. Now I'm the one who's hungry."
"Well help yourself to anything in the kitchen"
"Thank you" She said as she got up from her comfortable position on the couch.
"I have some fruit in the fridge and-"
"That's ok, I'll make some toast"
"You know, I find it funny how you are the only person I know who will be completely satisfied with a piece of toast for a meal."
"Well I'm satisfied with a lot of things Booth." She said with a sinister grin on her face.
Booth being, well, Booth had to think about what she said before fully processing and understanding what she meant. After realizing what she had implied, he smiled proudly. Once the toast popped out of the toaster, making Brennan jump, she headed back towards the couch where she had left her partner when she got up. She sat down on the couch eating her toast while resting her feet in his lap. The only sound was the sound of toast crunching in Brennan's mouth.
"Soooo…" This time Booth broke the silence. "How was your day?"
"That's a poor conversation starter. In the late seventeenth century, people would traditionally-"
"I had a nice day thanks for asking."
"But I didn't ask you how your day- oh, you were being sarcastic. Well, in that case that was very humorous Booth."
Silence fell throughout the room once again.
"Booth, I'm tired" she said changing the subject.
"Ok, just finish your toast and we'll head to bed, we've had a pretty long day anyway."
Booth was only half way through his sentence when Bones shoved the remaining half of toast into her mouth.
"I'm done" She mumbled through a full mouth.
"Wow, I'm not sure if that's safe or sanitary."
Brennan swallowed the toast "It's neither." Her throat was scratched from swallowing the toasted bread.
"Well then I guess you're just an eager beaver."
"I don't know what that means."
"You don't have to, let's just head to bed."
As Booth led Brennan to his bedroom, he placed his hand on the small of her back like he normally does while walking with her. Sometimes it's hard for him to restrain himself from making any signs of physical contact with her because people might notice a change between them. But at home, he can touch her however he pleases.
"Can I borrow some pajamas? I don't have any here."
"Sure Bones, but I told you last time to bring some of your clothes over here." He said tossing her a navy blue tank top that read "FBI" and sweatpants.
She caught the clothes Booth had let her use in her right hand. She started undressing herself out of her work clothes and into more comfortable clothes. She realized how his clothes smelled just like him, and she loved that.
"But I don't live here."
"It would be much easier if you did." Booth admitted under his breath.
"Excuse me?"
"Look Bones, all I'm saying is that I think you should take living arrangements under consideration. I mean, we're having a baby together for God's sake. And you should think about marriage too."
"Marriage? What about marriage? You already know how I feel about marriage!"
"Yeah, and you know how I feel about it too!"
"I always said I never wanted to be a man's possession. That's what marriage traditionally is. When a man claims a wife as his trophy."
"Ok listen to me. I don't want to take you into possession. But I want to claim you as my trophy. People show off their trophies don't they? That's what I want us to be like."
"You want me to be your trophy so you can show me off?"
"Yeah, yeah I do."
They both started climbing into bed. Brennan had thought about what to say next, but what was going on in her head could not be said out loud. She was speechless, not for the first time today. She had caused awkward silences between them throughout the day. Cold, crisp silences that yearn to be broken.
"Was that a proposal? I don't even know what that was? Is a possession different than a trophy? What do I say? I'm not in the mood to let my pregnancy hormones get a hold of my tears so I better just break it off."
"Goodnight Booth."
"Night Bones." Booth replied sounding hurt. He knew she wanted to end their conversation and used 'goodnight' as an excuse.
"That was not the reaction I expected her to have. Did I just propose? If I did, then that was a lousy proposal! Maybe I should buy a ring and do this right so she won't just think I'm proposing to her from out of the blue because of our baby. This woman drives me crazy. But I love her all the same."
Bones turns her body so that her back is facing Booth. In a way, it was like she was giving him the cold shoulder. Something in which he hated receiving from her.
"Thanks for the goodnight kiss babe"
"But I didn't- oh. Sarcasm?"
"Do you need me to make some sort of sarcasm sign that I should hold up every time I want to make a sarcastic remark?"
"Now that time I knew you were being sarcastic."
"Nice job." He hoped she had forgotten about what he had just called her. It just slipped out. The thing is, he said it so casually no one could've guessed it slipped like soap.
"And don't think I haven't realized what you just called me." and there it goes.
"Sorry, I know you don't like nicknames. Heck, it took you forever to accept the nickname 'Bones'."
"That's ok. I kinda like it."
"So, do I get my goodnight kiss or not?"
Brennan chuckled at how cute she thought her 'so-called' boyfriend was. "Yes you do."
She leaned in and he accepted her passionate kiss gracefully. Both of them realized that it lasted longer than a simple goodnight kiss, but neither of them did anything to stop it. Booth climbed on top of her kissing her more avidly pulling her closer to his body. It was like he wanted to fuse them together. He slid his tongue into her mouth and she grabbed him fiercely. He started taking off the clothes that she had just put on until she was stripped down to her undergarments. It was just like the dream he had when he was in the coma, yet much much better.
A/N: Thanks for reading!