That night, Brennan stayed with Booth. They had both decided to give the relationship a try. But they both knew that it would have to be an earnest, genuine effort. This was no ordinary romance. It was backed by four years of solid friendship, trust, and companionship, and there would be no going back.

They lay in bed that evening, mostly talking, and occasionally doing a little more than talking. And they didn't hold back. The platonic kiss of Caroline's orchestration paled in comparison to the kisses exchanged between the two. And when they became so passionate, that Booth could hardly breathe, he suddenly pulled back.

Brennan had begun unbuttoning her blouse, but Booth's hands stopped her. She looked up at him, confused, and feeling slightly rejected.

"No." he whispered.

She turned away, certain that he had found some fault in her. Was it because of her growing stomach?

Booth reached over to pull her close. "You're different-special," he amended. "I want to build a relationship on more than just physical attraction. Any man can recognize your beauty, but I want to love you for yourself."

Brennan smiled. She'd never even considered that perspective. She knew that passion was driven by biological urges, but she'd never thought of having a relationship separate from sex. This love, that she'd never believed truly existed—she'd find it, and neither of them could confuse it with lust or physical pleasure. Booth was smarter then she gave him credit for.

She kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck, and clinging as though she'd never let go. Their kisses were interrupted once more by a whisper from Booth.

"I want you to come to church with me."

She began to protest, but he shushed her with a finger to her lips.

"Just hear me out." He asked.

Brennan was silent, but doubts began flooding to the surface. He wasn't trying to "save" her, was he?

"I know of a church—a church of scientists. They are all accomplished researchers, doctors, and professors, who have used their study of science to solidify their faith in God. I'd like you to come with me, and you can determine for yourself if their claims are logical and legitimate."

Brennan was intrigued. A class of highly-trained professionals, declaring a belief in God? She was interested in hearing their conclusions, and their logic, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

"Okay," she conceded. "But, you're coming to yoga classes with me."

There wasn't much Booth could say. It would be the first of many compromises to come.

And so they lay there, smiling triumphantly at each other, each thinking that their concessions were completely worth it.