"Don't leave me." she begged and demanded of him.
"Leave you?" he whispered softly into her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive flesh exposed beneath strands of auburn hair.
"Yeah, leave me," she whispered her voice wary and tired.
"I'd never, I couldn't," Booth stuttered as he held her.
"No matter what?" Bones asked her voice reflecting her horrid state.
"No matter what. The earth could end, but I'd still choose you. Why?" Booth explained as he stroked her calmly.
"I have a feeling something bad is going to happen," she vowed falling into him.
"Yeah? Like what," he asked.
"I don't know but it is going to be bad. You in Texas, and I got a letter to go to Africa for a few months. I feel like something is going to happen," she explained her voice muffled against his bare chest.
"Texas isn't far babe. I could see you on weekends. And what is this talk about Africa? You can't go," he explained trying to remain level and calm.
"Why? You can do texas and I do Africa," she argued.
"I don't know Bones, maybe because you are pregnant?" Booth offered his temper rising as he pulled away.
"I can take care of myself Booth. I've been wanting to go for ages," she argued.
"Bones you're pregnant. You can't be out in the heat in some third world country digging. You need to be here, with me," the last part her whispered on her lips as he held her close calming her.
"Why not?" she asked her tone defensive and protecting.
"Because I need you here. I love you too much. It is too far, too dangerous," he offered as he held her figure.
She began to weep in his arms, fatigued and over worked. Her emotions were getting the most of her. Her body ached, stomach burned like a thousand knifes.
"Bones you can go to Africa after, I am not going to keep you forever in my clutches," Booth offered hoping for a chuckle but he got nothing but sniffles.
"If this weren't the predicment I'd go with you. I just worry Tempe," he offered as she was grasping her stomach.
Part of her hated him at that moment. The seed he'd planted in her was ruining the dig of her life. Yet, half of her wanted him so hard. He was fighting for her, it was real. She had never had anyone ever willing to fight for her. It was true love, and she couldn't get enough of it.
Yet she still hated his need, his desire to protect her. She had been through hell and back without any support and now he chooses to man up. It angered her. Her stomach hurt and she felt woozy as she sat up. Tears still pouring down her face, she excused herself and went into the kitchen.
In the darkness she gathered remnants from dinner and began to eat. The pain inside her growing, but she shrugged it off hoping it was just hunger. After coooling off for about an hour in the darkness she climbed back in bed.
"Bones?" Booth mumbled in the darkness as he made out a dark figure.
"Yeah," she replied her tone daring him to piss her off.
"I'm sorry," he admitted pulling her close to him, his need to feel her growing along with his erection.
"That's nice," she replied icily as she rolled away, allowing him to keep his hands on her, but far enough to warn him to back off.
Booth regretted the words you can't the forbidding sentence once it had left his mouth. He loved Bones, and couldn't let her go trapsing off to a third world country. She didn't understand the dangers, especially for a pregnant woman. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to her.
Bones could get kidnapped if she went off to Africa. She could get sold as a slave, be a mere sex onject to some warlord or tribe leader. She could get a disease. She'd be away from him. She could cheat on him, get AIDS and die. She could die of malaria, or typhoid fever. Hell, she could die of heat stroke. Too much was at risk to take her request lightly. He knew he'd pissed off the stubborn forensic scientist, but it was for her own good.
Booth lay awake, his mind on her. Praying she'd forgive him. He worried about her just getting up and walking out of his it hurt too much to think about her leaving, her walking out of his life for good.
He knew she loved him, but as easy as she adapted to love, could she adapt to life without him. He couldn't imagine life without her. With a sigh he rolled over and went to bed, trying to keep her out of his mind while remaining concious of her body position.
It had been a month since their arguement and Booth was still on stand by for the Texas case. The oppurtunity for Africa for Bones came and went and not a word more was said. There was an eerie silence between Booth and Brennan at night. He cuddled her ut she was distant. She wasn't mad, she was still in chronic pain, her stomach killing her. Instead of gaining weight in her pregnancy she rapidly began loosing weight.
It was about one o'clock in the morning and she lay beside Booth moaning as her stomach pain hit a new level.
"Bones are you okay?" Booth asked as he pulled her close, the first time in weeks he had been so close to her in bed.
"Fine, just my stomach," she grumbled against his chest drinking in his warm scent. They had been so distsnt, Booth afraid of pissing her off kept his distance. She was mad about Africa, but it blew over as quickly as it came. There was no rational reason for her to be angry, so she let the emotion go.
"Tempe, it has been a month you should see your doctor tomorrow. If it hurts so bad it brings tears to your eyes, something isn't right," Booth explained as he ran his hand back and forth over the stomach that contained his newest relative.
"It is probably just nerves," she lied hoping that this wasn't an indicator of something going wrong.
"Babe, it sounds serious. Don't put it off," he instructed her. At those words her tears fell more rapidly and harder.
"What is it worse?" he asked concern etched on his face.
"Yes, but no. What if something is wrong?" she sobbed trying to keep low, because Parker was with them at her apartment and though he was down the hall she did not want to alarm the curious child.
"We will deal with things as they come," Booth replied holding her tight as they laid back down, her lips mere inches from his. The pain before was bareable but painful, but this was a black out kind of pain that worried her. She knew, the causes of this could be as simple as an etopic pregnancy to as deadly as a miscarriage.
She cursed him. How could he deal with pain he couldn't feel. It really meant go to sleep and if this blows up in our face the mess will be dealt with in a panicked unprepared manner taking us completely by suprise. Booth would not let Bones know he was truly worried.
The woman meant everything to him, and the child she carried was a symbol of that. No woman could make him turn from mush to a hard on like she could with just a playful glance. She and only she could make him nervous like a teenager and cum in his pants like he had no control. Only she could have him standing there glaring like a pubescent teenager. Only her.
"Bones."
"Hmm."
"I'm worried." It was a whisper that left his lips and it packed a punch.
"Me too Seeley." She rarely called him Seeley, only when what she had to say was important.
Booth felt a twinge of guilt and sadness at this as he massaged her back. Perhaps had he let her choose about whether or not to go to Africa or stay, he wouldn't feel so guilty about her pain. But then, if he let her go and she still felt like this, he would not be able to cope with it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Should I continue? What direction should I take this?