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Brennan rubbed her hand in slow circles on her swollen stomach and pondered the future of her child. The thought of passing on her social awkwardness, her directness to her child concerned her.

Entering the room, Booth pulled up short when he noticed the sad look on his lover's face. Concerned, he moved across the room until he was standing in front of her. "Bones, what's wrong?"

Not sure she wanted to talk about it, Brennan stopped moving her hand and picked up her glass of tea from the side table and sipped from it. She loved Booth so much, but it puzzled her how he could really love her. "Why do you love me?"

Surprised that she was asking him that question, Booth sat down beside her and turned so that he could look at her comfortably. "Because I do . . . I have for a long time."

His answer was less than satisfying, but she wasn't sure how to get him to give her a better answer. "I'm worried about our child."

A feeling of dread sweeping through him, Booth's gaze moved to his partner's stomach. "Are you . . . I mean, uh . . . is everything okay? Do you need me to take you to the hospital? I . . ."

Her hand touching him, she calmed him. "There is nothing wrong with me or the baby, Booth . . . that's not what I'm talking about . . . I'm not sure how to explain this to you . . . I was hoping you would give me a concrete reason why you love me, not the vague one you just gave me."

Booth was trying to understand what was going on, but Brennan was a complex human being and he usually lagged behind when she talked to him. It's not that he was stupid, he knew that wasn't the problem. It was more like she assumed a lot when she talked to him and that created a lot of miscommunication between them. "Love is complicated, Bones." The sadness that seemed to radiate from her broke his heart and he felt like he was the cause.

"Um . . . Bones, I love you because of who you are." Trying in vain to find a way to explain it to her, Booth sighed. "When I first met you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. I thought about you and how I'd like to be with you, but at the time, I didn't really know you. Over the years, I realized that I wasn't attracted to you just because you have a beautiful body, but because you have a beautiful mind . . . You're a genius, you know things I'll never know or understand. I love that about you. I love that you're confident and independent. I love that you believe in justice and are willing to fight for the rights of others . . . You're a caring person who loves me and my son and who is going to give me a daughter soon." Not sure what else to say, Booth leaned towards her and kissed her. "I love you because I love you."

Her emotions tumultuous, Brennan returned his kiss and felt grateful that he'd tried to explain it to her even though he'd failed to explain it in a way that she'd understand. "I used to wonder why I was different from others around me . . . When I was in Foster Care, I was forced to see psychologists and one of them told me that he thought I has Asperger's Syndrome . . . Do you know that that is?"

Careful with his answer, Booth licked his bottom lip and replied, "Yeah, I know what that is." Sweets had mentioned it to him once and only once.

Surprised, Brennan paused to stare at him before continuing. "It's a type of pervasive development disorder. It tends to run in families, so it may be hereditary . . . Booth what if I pass on this hereditary trait to our daughter? What if . . ."

Booth saw the fear in her eyes and it made him love her more. "Bones, stop . . . just stop. You can't let something like that scare you, alright? Look . . . look at me, I'm the son of an alcoholic and me . . . I'm a recovering gambler. Addiction runs in families . . . Jared is an alcoholic. Does that worry me? Sure it does, but we know that that problem runs in my family and we can talk to our daughter when she's old enough so that she understands what that means. We're prepared . . . and this Asperger's Syndrome . . . you weren't tested for it, were you?"

Shaking her head, Brennan solemnly replied, "No, but I've read up on it and it seems that it is likely that I do have it."

His arm around her, Booth grimly nodded his head. "Okay, you weren't tested, but it's possible you have it. I say that's okay. It's like the addiction thing. Our child may have it and she may not, but we can't be afraid of something that may or may not happen. It will just drive us crazy. Look at how afraid Hodgins and Angela were before Michael Vincent was born. There was a 25 percent chance that Michael Vincent was going to be born blind and they just worked themselves into a tizzy until they finally admitted that it didn't matter. They were going to love that baby no matter what happened and that's what we're going to do. We're going to love our baby no matter what happens, no matter who she is. She's going to be our little girl and if she has Asperger's syndrome then she has it . . . I love you Bones. I love you because of who you are and I'll love our kid for the same reason . . . Do you understand?"

A feeling of calm settling over her, Brennan nodded her head. "Yes, I understand. We will love her because she belongs to us. She will be part of who we are."

"Exactly." Kissing her, Booth smiled. "Of course, I really do hope she's a genius like you. I love that big brain of yours and I want that for my baby, Bones."

A slight blush on her cheeks, Brennan leaned against him. "You're always telling me you love my big brain."

Holding her against his side, Booth smiled. "Yeah, I do. I want you to know that you're all that and a bag of chips."

Puzzled, Brennan looked at her partner and shook her head. "What does that mean?"

Amused at the expression on her face, Booth laughed. "It means you're cool, Bones. You're very cool."

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