48A:N/ Well…I took a slight break from Bones, and began writing fan fiction for The Office (if you like angsty stuff, you should check it out :D) but now I'm back and writing mulit-chapters to three different stories at once…FUN! So please read and review… it's always appreciated to hear what you think…. P.S. I LOVED writing this chapter…I loved imagining the domestic Booth and Bones, with baby moments and everything…very enjoyable and hopefully satisfying :D
Dis.: Don't own Bones…though I do own the rights to my imagination
It's freezing cold in the hallway as I open the apartment door and gather the mail from the floor by the door. The forecasters are even calling for an early morning snow storm. Clicking the lock, I lazily flip the switch on to illuminate the living room. I sort through the mail, if they can even call it mail anymore.
It's all adds for free car insurance, magazines about dieting better and sleeping more, and my personal favorite, a postcard asking the last time I had my muscles relaxed.
Slamming the pile of useless paper on the hall table, I let out a low, irritated, sigh and turn to enter the kitchen to make myself some coffee.
But I stop immediately….
Booth stands in my kitchen, an apron tied around his waste, he is standing at the stove stirring a large pot, of what I immediately know as pasta. The kitchen is warm, and smells…homey.
He suddenly notices me standing in the doorway and unties the apron, all the time his charm smile wide on his face.
"Hey, Bones." He greets, walking slowly to me. "I just started dinner. Would you believe that I seriously just got back from the office? Parker's staying with Rebecca tonight, so it's just you and me."
"Really?" I ask as he reaches out his hand for me, leading me to the island in the middle of the kitchen. I take it, and along the way begin unwrapping the heavy scarf from around my neck. He's unbuttoning my heavy winter jacket for me, when he suddenly stops and an even more ridiculous grin spread across his face.
"What?" I whisper, and look down to see his palm spread against my bulging stomach. I blush, pleased that he still reacts this way to me.
" You are the most beautiful pregnant women I have ever seen, Bones. I mean, you glow. You're absolutely perfect." He whispers, bringing his lips up to mine and kissing me sweetly until we hear the alarm go off and he pulls away to stir the pasta.
So as he stirs, and I unbutton my jacket further, I glance out my window and am shocked to see it is snowing.
"Booth! Look! It's snowing. Isn't it just the most beautiful thing?" I muse, situating myself on one of the island stools.
He places a plate of steaming hot pasta in front of my, kissing my cheek as he grabs himself a plate.
"It's okay. You however…You're beautiful."
The room is muggy and uncomfortable as I bolt upright from the bed. August for some reason, is always the month my air condition cuts out on me.
Why would I have said those things to Booth? About wanting children. And even worse, wanting him to be the father.
I should have just shut myself down, locked those thoughts away for another time. Years down the road maybe. Or centuries…which ever is easier.
But I hadn't. I had one of those totally irrational, hormone driven, spontaneous emotions.
Maternal.
I have only felt that feeling a handful of times. When my roommate in college had a baby a couple years back, I found myself oddly jealous. I explained it away as hormone back-up and proceeded to ignore any feelings I had to touch or hold the baby.
But then there had been Andy. Andy, the sweetest little thing ever. And the way Booth had looked after him…made my heart melt.
And then this case. This female nightmare. This idea that a child could be taken from you, from your womb, and sold to a stranger. It's like asking to take your heart out and sell it to a stranger.
This was the hundredth time in two weeks I'd dreamt about being pregnant. And before I had excused it as hormones…maternal emotions are a natural thing for females my age to feel.
But it could have been anybody else in the kitchen. Anybody.
But I chose Booth.
Every time. It was always Booth. He was always making me pasta and he always stopped right at my stomach, smiling. Sometimes he would talk to it, sometimes he would simply kiss it and return to cooking.
But it was always snowing. I never dreamt that we were on the beach somewhere. It was always snowing, and I was always pregnant.
And we were always in love, even if we didn't say it.
A:N/ snow has always been a very magical thing for me, winter especially important to me. It's hard to explain how it just seems to coat everything in a blanket of beauty, tranquility and love…well that was me trying to explain it :D anyway please review and tell me what you think…I might be able to work this out so it's a little longer? Review please!