She stared at herself in the mirror. Temperance Brennan was wearing nothing but her bra and underwear at six months pregnant. She knew she was beautiful. The bulge was becoming more apparent on her slight frame with every day. She hadn't told anyone at the lab, but they all knew, she assumed Angela had something to do with it. She didn't care either way.
She pulled a cotton dress over her head. The soft black fabric clung to every curve of her body.
Temperance was lucky, the morning sickness hadn't been severe. She had eaten her entire breakfast that morning, and she loved that way her belly protruded even more when her stomach was full.
She had accepted the fact that her baby wouldn't have a father, and she was content, content to raise a child alone, content to stop traveling around the world. She was happy to be settled. Her new apartment was much larger than the one before, and she was shocked that she could afford it easily. Her book was a bestseller, and her face was plastered on walls of bookstores everywhere.
It was those very pictures that tormented Seeley's sleep.
He had read her book. Twice. He was not proud of himself, but he was infatuated with her. He didn't even want to admit that to himself.
He had dreamt of her two nights ago. They were getting married, she was pregnant, and they were happy.
He woke up just after he had uttered the words "I, Seeley Joseph Booth take you Temperance Brennan," She didn't have a middle name and he found that delightful.
Honestly, it was a welcome change. He had been dreaming of their one time together nightly. It had been six months, half a year, but she was still the only thing on his mind. He relived that night whenever he closed his eyes. He felt her silky skin under his rough hands and when he awoke he could feel the smile on his face.