Her depression was reaching an unhealthy level as she refused to get out of bed for anything but showering and using the bathroom. Even he could not convince her to get up or to eat. If she did not change soon, he was going to have to involve Sweets and he prayed that if he threatened her with Sweets before hand she would comply. but, something inside told him this was not going to be that simple for either of them.
It was two weeks later, and still no Bones at work. Booth had grown use to working with Wendell, but he missed his Bones. He missed her awkward demeanor, their inside jokes, and her touch. Wendell was thorough, but no one could handle human remains like his Bones. He missed his best friend, his lover. The two of them had not shared a passionate kiss or anything romantic since that night, not that it bothered Booth. The part that bothered him is that she nor he could move on emotionally.
No one knew the truth of what had happened that fateful night. But, everyone knew something...something drastic had happened as it was clearly etched on Booth's face. The other indicator was that Bones was absent. Anything that would keep her from her job was serious, and her friends knew it.
But this Sunday, Booth sat in the guest bedroom in Bones's house where he had been sleeping for the past two weeks- ever since it had happened. He amused himself with the television, trying desperately to find the strength for both of them to over come this. He loved her, had to have her. But could not allow her to bare the burden, the pain all by her lonesome. Somewhere, maybe from his god, Booth found the strength to go to her room. He wanted to ask her, needed to ask her how she seriously was.
He stood in the door frame and watched as he chest heaved up and down with every breath, her eyes firmly shut. She was sleeping and looked angelic. Silently, he stalked across the room and sat on the edge of her bed. It only took a moment for her cat reflexes to wake her up because they sensed a person intruding on her slumber. "Booth?" he tone was sleepy and weary.
"Yes Bones," he grinned as she covered up her delicately clothed figure with a blanket in an embarassed manner that brought a sense of joy over him as he admired how cute it was.
"What's the matter?" her tone now frantic and worried as she scanned his face for some sign to panic.
'I'm worried about you. How are you?" his tone was equally as worried, but there was a hint of determination in it as he refused to back down.
''I'm fine," she lied as the tear stains on her face contridicted her words.
"No really," he replied firmly.
"I am hurt, but I need to get over it. Need to go back to work tomorrow," her tone was flustered and a mix of emotions swirled around her.
"You have every reason to be hurt. We lost something special. And tomorrow we will face it together, tell everyone together. The pain is not your sole burden," he offered his tone almost apologetic for the pain she had to endure.
"It is not just that. I don't know if I can even gtet pregnant again. And if I can't...then you might...leave me," she admitted through tears.
"I would never, ever leave you. I love you more than life itself. More than words could describe. We together will find if you can get pregnant again. We are in this together and I am in it for the long haul. If we can't have a child of our own we could adopt or take foster children. To save kids from the life you had to endure," Booth offered as he drew her body close to his and held her as he rocked her against him- her tearful face burried in his bare chest.
She could not find words to reply to him, so she just cried against his chest. She knew he loved her, but part of her doubted he would stay. But, the more he said it, the more she began to believe it.
"It just isn't fair," she cried against him.
"I know, but sometimes life isn't fair," he replied his voice cracking as a few tears of his own fell from his soft chocolate brown eyes.
"I just wonder if I hadn't doubted it would the child still be alive?" she voiced her fears as she held back tears.
"It would not have mattered. It was god or the universe's doing. Nothing we could have done would have changed that," he offered praying she would stop beating up herself up over this.
To his suprise, she just nodded accepting his word as he held her close. His arm muscles flexed as rocked her, her face burried in his pectorals. A good hour later, she was all cried out as she laid beside him in his arms on her bed.
"Thank you Booth," she whispered and he nodded in agreement before swiftly stooping down to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering ever so slightly. All cried out she clung desperately to his body and as his lips brushed her forehead she once again felt that old familiar wave of euphoria crashing down upon her feeling like ecstacy. She was almost certain he could feel it to for his lips lingered there just a moment longer than they should have. Even in the wake of such sadness Booth knew his love for her was strong, and that he just had to prove it to her, to convince her that love true love conquered everything.
Boldly, his lips moved lower and captured hers in a small yet passionate kiss that gave her a glimpse into his loving soul. This time his lips did not linger, and he broke the kiss by getting up. He wanted to leave her on a positive note, but he and she both craved more.