Temperance Brennan woke early in the morning hours after what she would consider the best night's sleep she had ever had. She was warm and wrapped in the same tight embrace she had fallen asleep, curled into her partner's chest. Brennan moved back so her head was settled on the same pillow as Booth's to examine his sleeping face.

She had always known he was handsome, that was an anatomical and anthropological fact. She had even said as much to his face. However in the morning light after their first time making love, she could only describe him as breathtaking. (Which was surely a statement he would vehemently deny but was nonetheless true.) The bedside lamp they had been too spent to turn off illuminated him in an entirely new light. She could see the freckles that dotted his tanned skin along the bridge of his nose. There was a smattering of morning stubble visible on his cheeks as well as a light flush and the worry lines that were typically visible on his forehead were smoothed out.

Brennan reached a hand out to trace the sharp angle of his jawline, almost in awe. He was perfection.

Brown eyes fluttered open at her touch, instantly on guard until he saw exactly who it was that had awoken him. He melted into her touch, pulling her back close to him and rolling her so she was on top of him. This caused something akin to a squeal to escape her mouth as her bare legs straddled his thighs. Their faces were an inch apart, lips just almost touching as they stared into each other's eyes.

One of his hands held her hip in place while the other went to cradle her face.

"Good morning, Bones." He whispered, his voice raspy from sleep.

"Good morning, Booth. " she replied, pressing a kiss to his nose.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, concern filled his face. He was still afraid she was going to run, once the gravity of their situation had settled in. Once she realized this was it for them, sink or swim.

She could tell he was scared, and she could not even bring herself to be offended. It was very in character for her to run when things between them were too real. So Temperance Brennan said the only thing she knew would work to reassure him.

"I love you."

Booth cracked a crooked smile, his heart fluttering at her words. "That wasn't what I asked."

"I know, you are worried that I'm going to take off again. I'm not going to. I love you and I want to make us work. I want to be yours. Forever." She told him.

Tears welled in his eyes. "You don't believe in forever."

"No, but you do and I believe in you."

He didn't respond with words, but instead flipped them so he was on top of her and crushed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

Their mouths moved against one another before she pulled back.

"Booth-"

He gave her a teasing wink as he proceeded to kiss her neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh. He had given her a hickey during their drunken night together but this time he wanted to remember the sound she made as he marked her.

She whined, moving her hips against him. "Booth-"

"I know, baby. Let me take my time again, there will be plenty of time for hard and fast later."

"No, Booth- I need to get up or I'm about to vomit on you."

"What?" He asked confused, pulling back to look at her."

She shoved him off of her and quickly jumped from the bed, disappearing behind the bathroom door. The sound of retching followed soon after.

He was up quickly as soon as he connected that she was experiencing morning sickness and entered the bathroom. Booth quickly located one of her hair ties and pulled her hair out of her face into a sloppy ponytail. He set to work wetting a washcloth with cool water before positioning himself kneeling next to her on the tile floor. He rubbed a gentle hand in circles on her back as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl.

"You shouldn't have to see this." she bemoaned.

"Hey, we're partners in this pregnancy. I knock you up, the least I can do is hold your hair as our child makes you sick, right?"

"Angela often blames Hodgin's for common pregnancy afflictions such as her swollen feet and inability to stand by herself. I assume this is something pregnant women joke about with their partners?"

He laughed. "Yeah, baby. It is."

She sighed, almost contently. "I'm learning."

They sat on the floor a little while longer before he coaxed her up. He wiped her face with the cool wash cloth and left her to finish in the bathroom as he set about getting dressed in a pair of sweats that he had left at her apartment ages ago. He then walked out to her kitchen to start the coffee. He paused momentarily wondering if she was even still allowed to drink caffeine but decided to make a pot anyway.

She exited the bedroom a short time later, dressed in his button-up from the night before and a pair of fuzzy socks with skeletons on them he had bought her a few years back when she had complained about how cold her apartment floor was in the morning. He was cooking breakfast when she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle, nuzzling his bare back with her face.

He put down the spatula he was using to flip the pancakes and turned so he could cradle her to his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and swayed with her in his arms. This was what he had always dreamed of. Waking up next to her, making breakfast in her kitchen, and getting to hold her without either of them being in any kind of distress. Nothing could ruin this feeling of bliss.

"Booth?"

"Yeah, Bones?"

"We have an appointment with Sweets today."

Okay, there was maybe one thing.

She continued when he didn't respond. "He's going to know something is different. We have to tell him about us and the baby."

"Fuck, you are right." he sighed. He could just see the psychologist now. All smug and self-righteous about how he'd been right all along.

"He is going to be very annoying about this, isn't he?"

"Oh absolutely." he laughed, squeezing her once before turning to flip the now very crispy pancakes onto a plate.

"What are we going to tell him?" she asked, taking a seat at her kitchen counter.

"What do you mean?" he questioned, placing the pancakes in front of her before turning to grab plates and syrup.

"How are we going to describe our relationship?"

Booth scrunched his nose together, turning to look at her. "Bones, I'm not sure I understand what you are asking."

"As juvenile as this sounds, I guess I'm asking if I am your girlfriend."

He couldn't help himself as he let out a deep chuckle.

Brennan scrunched her face up. " I don't get how this is funny-"

"Bones, you are more than my girlfriend. You are the love of my life, the mother of my child, and my best friend. I love you and that's all Sweets needs to know. Okay?"

A light blush rose to her cheeks. She knew she was being silly. He'd made his feelings clear the night prior but something in her needed to hear it from him.

"Okay." She responded.

They ate breakfast while chatting about the rest of their day. They had wrapped their previous case up yesterday afternoon, and as their meeting with Sweets was at 10 AM, both had made the decision to let their superiors know they wouldn't be in until after lunch.

"I am in desperate need of a shower." She announced at around 8 AM, a mischievous smile spread across her lips. "Care to join me?"

He grinned, hopping off the bar stool he sat in. "The last one in has to wash the other's hair?"

She jumped up and they both sped off, shoving their way to the bathroom as they giggled like a pair of kids.

They made quick work of their own clothes, her unbuttoning the shirt and shimming out of her underwear and him, struggling to step out of his sweatpants as his feet got tangled.

She triumphantly pulled off the last remaining clothing item on her body, one of her skeleton socks, and scrambled to the shower door. Booth finally managed to free himself from his pants and pulled her back with one arm. She protested as he slid into the shower before her, turning the water on and grinning smugly back at her.

"That's not fair! I was naked first!"

"Alls fair in love and war, baby. " he teased, pulling her under the warm water with him. She squealed at the temperature change but the sound was quickly muffled by his mouth on hers. He pressed her against the shower tile as they kissed running his hands along her body, stopping to squeeze at her chest.

She moaned into his mouth, grinding herself against his hardening length.

Booth reached around her a grabbed the thick netted cloth she used, as well as the expensive French body wash that made her smell so delectable, and squeezed the soap onto the netting. He took the cloth and scrubbed her entire body with it. He ran the cloth on her thighs, and let his fingers graze her core as he cleaned her.

"Gotta help my dirty girl get clean." He whispered in her ear. She whimpered at the feel of his fingertips.

"Kneel." she pleaded.

"What?" he asked, momentarily confused.

"So I can wash your hair."

"Oh right, I forgot my prize." He grinned. He got to his knees on the shower floor, even though he knew he'd be regretting that later. Brennan grabbed the shampoo from the shelf behind her to squeeze some into her palm. She lathered the liquid between her hands before transferring it to his scalp.

He moaned as she worked her hands into his hair, cleansing his scalp. He opened his eyes and found himself directly level with her center. He wanted to make her feel as good as her fingers were making his scalp feel, so he pulled at the back of her left knee, tossing the leg over his shoulder and devouring her pussy as her nails scrapped into his head. He was a man starved as he moved his tongue inside of her, flicking at her clit ever so often to elicit a small scream out of her.

Both of her hands were now woven into his hair as she tried to focus on rinsing the soap from it, a near-impossible task with how he was tongue fucking her. She had just managed to clear the last of the suds when her body began to shake with her climax.

Booth stood to support her as she came down, cradling her against him as the water continued to pour on them. As she leaned against him, she lazily began stroking his hardened cock as it lay between them. He grunted at the contact but let her continue his ministrations until he was at his brink.

"Bones…" he moaned, rutting into her palm. This time she slid to her knees and took him into her hands, her bright blue eyes staring up at him for permission.

He nodded, almost dumbfounded as she slid her mouth around his dick. He grabbed at her hair and guided her mouth over him, trying to be as gentle as he could. She took him all the way in and before he knew it, he was coming down her warm throat as she swallowed him.

She stood and set about washing her own hair, handing him a spare loofah she kept in the shower to clean off with. They kissed a few more times, running their hands over each other bodies longingly before exiting the shower to dry off.

They didn't speak much as they got dressed for the day but left her apartment hand in hand. Ready to finally face the world, and Sweets, together.

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A.N: Hey guys! Wow okay, I know it's been a really long time since I updated but I always promised myself I'd get back to these stories. I've been getting a lot of comments over the last year on this one asking for an update and I felt like you all deserved a little something. I can't promise when the next update for this will be or when Catalyst will get one but I wanted to give you all something! I hope you enjoy this short chapter as I try to relearn the voice I had for these characters.