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Lilt- To move musically or lively

"So what are we gonna do today?" Booth asked as he put their dishes in the sink. Brennan shrugged and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. She rested her head on his back and sighed.

"Honestly? I don't want to go anywhere. I'm sure we can find something to do here." Brennan kissed Booth's neck and released him. He turned around to face her and wrapped his arms around her midsection.

"You sure, Bones? We can go anywhere you want." Brennan shook her head.

"I'd rather stay if that's okay with you."

"Sure, we can watch a movie. Or we could go for a walk?" Brennan looked around the apartment as if searching for inspiration.

"Why don't we clean the apartment?" she suggested when her eyes settled back on Booth. "Honestly, Booth. I don't know how you live in this mess." The truth was; all Brennan wanted was to have a normal day. She didn't want Booth giving her concerned looks and she certainly didn't want to be treated like she had to be entertained every second lest she fall apart.

"Clean the apartment?" Booth repeated incredulously. He surveyed his surroundings. He didn't think it was that bad. "Sure, Bones," he agreed anyway. He walked automatically to a drawer in the living room and pulled out a small radio.

"What's that?" Brennan asked, approaching him.

"This? It's a radio." Brennan rolled her eyes.

"I know that, Booth. What are you doing with it?" Booth shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously.

"Oh, I usually put it on when I clean. I found this oldies station about a year ago and I listen to it sometimes when I'm picking up the place."

"Why?" Booth hesitated. He knew Brennan's question was one of pure curiosity, but he still felt self-conscious about the childhood memory.

"Pops loved all that late 50's, early 60's stuff," he began cautiously. "He used to put it on all the time when he cleaned the house. He knew all the words to all the songs, and by the time I was ten I did too." Booth chuckled softly at the memories. "He told me that he used to dance around the living room with my grandma and they would forget what they were supposed to be doing so the house was always a mess."

"You've never told me about your grandmother," Brennan observed. Booth's eyes met hers. He smiled sadly and Brennan mirrored it.

"She was the best. She… She passed away a couple years before Jared and I went to live with Pops. When we used to visit she was always giving us tons of junk food. Our parents would tell her that she was ruining our appetite, but Grandma would say 'There's always another one right behind it.'" Brennan laughed quietly along with him. It was always a rare treat when Booth would share a story from his past with her. Booth sat in contemplation for a moment before turning on the radio and putting it on the end table. The commercial that was playing ended and his eyes lit up when he heard the opening chord of the next song.

"You recognized it that fast?" Brennan asked disbelievingly, but it fell on deaf ears. Booth was already singing.

"Here's my story, it's sad but true. It's about a girl that I once knew. She took my love and ran around with every single guy in town…" Brennan smiled at his genuine enthusiasm. "Come on, Bones!" Booth offered her his hand and she took it without hesitation.

Booth held her close and danced them around the room. As the song progressed, they began doing something akin to a swing dance. Brennan giggled uncontrollably as Booth twirled her around and dipped her nearly to the ground. The sound was music to his ears and he laughed heartily at her little yelps of excitement. "So if you don't wanna crawl around like I do, keep away from Runaround Sue!" Booth sang. He grinned mischievously and grasped both of Brennan's hands in his own. "Hold on, Bones!" he warned before spinning them both around, arms outstretched.

"Booth!" Brennan protested through her laughter. "You're going to make me regurgitate!"

"Regurgitate? Really, Bones?" Booth teased although they were still spinning.

"Booth, I mean it!" Booth stopped spinning and pulled Brennan into a tight hug. As the song faded, Brennan kissed Booth sweetly. "That was extremely fun," she admitted. "I quite enjoyed that song."

"Oh yeah, it's one of the best. There wasn't a day that I didn't hear this stuff growing up. Especially after I moved in with Pops. I could sing any of the big 60's hits by heart." The pair shared a tender look before Brennan let go of Booth and took a few steps back.

"Perhaps we should actually start cleaning now," she suggested. "I can see why your grandparents never got anything done if they were always listening to this. I find that this genre of music is particularly entertaining to dance to."

"You bet, Bones. The golden era." He winked at her and patted her behind affectionately for good measure as he followed her into the kitchen.

-BONES-

"I think we did a pretty good job," Booth said and scooted closer to Brennan on the couch. She surveyed the room and nodded.

"Yes, I don't believe I've ever seen your apartment so tidy."

"I didn't think it was that bad to begin with," Booth defended himself. "I thought I usually did a pretty good job keeping it cleaned up." Brennan didn't answer but instead gave Booth a look that earned her a playful punch on the shoulder. She grinned and rested her head on Booth's shoulder.

"Oh, I remember this song," Brennan said. The radio was still playing as it had been for the last two hours.

"Yeah?" Booth felt her nod against his shoulder.

"Yes, I remember hearing it as a small child. I think my mother was fond of it. I seem to recall enjoying it myself."

"It's a great song," Booth agreed. "I'm crazy… Crazy for feeling so blue…" he began singing softly in her ear. She smiled contentedly and snuggled closer to him. He took her hand in his and laced their fingers together. The pair sat in silence and listened to Patsy Cline sing about the foolishness of love.

"Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you. I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying…"

"And I'm crazy for loving you," Booth joined in softly. He planted a kiss on Brennan's head and she rested her forehead against his.

"Booth?" she said barely above a whisper.

"Hm?"

"Are there… Are there any conceivable circumstances under which you would terminate our relationship?" There was desperation in her voice and Booth pulled back slightly to look her in the eye.

"Of course not, Bones," he answered with sincerity.

"When we first began our romantic relationship I was fearful that you would tire of me and seek fulfillment elsewhere."

"Never," he promised and kissed her chastely.

"Not even…" Brennan hesitated. The subject was probably supposed to be taboo today, although neither of them had explicitly stated it. "Not even if I have cancer?" she finished the thought anyway.

"God, Bones. Of course not. If… if this is cancer we're dealing with, we deal with it together."

"I'll get fatigued, Booth," she reminded him. "If I have to endure chemotherapy I'll be in a nearly constant state of illness. I will not be very good company."

"So I'll be good company for you."

"Often in the case of uterine cancer a hysterectomy has to be performed." This was the subject that had been eating away at her for over a week. "If that procedure has to be done, then we will be unable to have children naturally. Would you still want to be with me then?"

"Yes, Bones." Booth would promise it a million times if that was what she needed to hear.

"That isn't rational," Brennan observed. "You're an attractive man. You could almost literally select any available woman you desired. One who could bear your children and who would probably be a far better companion than I am."

"Hey, Bones," Booth began gently, "I couldn't ask for a better 'companion' than you, okay? I love you. You're the only woman I will ever want, alright? And as for having kids… yeah, sure, I would like to have another baby. But if you can't? There are plenty of options out there. We'd figure it out together. Just like we do everything else. You can't get rid of me that easy." Brennan chuckled lightly and hugged close. "We don't even have to talk about this stuff right now. You're probably not even sick."

"I'm definitely sick," she pointed out. "It's a matter of severity."

"Okay fine," Booth amended. "Then it's probably not serious. So can we just cross that bridge when we come to it, please?"

"It's impossible to cross a bridge before you come to it."

"Exactly, so why even try?" Booth gave her another kiss before walking over to the radio and turning it off. He turned back to look at her and smirked at her confused expression. "So," he exclaimed and clapped his hands together in a desperate attempt to change the subject. "I'm going to make you lunch."

"No, Booth," Brennan protested. "You already made me breakfast."

"My house, my rules! And maybe if you're nice to me I'll let you treat me to dinner tonight." Brennan relented and watched him make a pasta salad from a box.

"So every time you brought the 'Booth family secret recipe' pasta salad to the lab for lunch it was from a box. This is very illuminating." Booth put her bowl in front of her and gave her a peck on the nose.

"You got me. But keep that one under your hat because that is classified information, Dr. Brennan." Brennan chuckled and took a bite.

"Booth?"

"What's up?" Her eyes met his and he instantly recognized the fear he found in them. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles softly. "What is it, Bones?"

"Are you frightened?" she asked, not allowing him to release her hand when he tried.

"Yeah," Booth admitted. "I'm scared. But just because we don't know. Tomorrow we'll go in and find out for sure that it's just fibroids and they'll fix you up good as new."

"If you're frightened then you think it's possible that it's cancer."

"Sure it's possible, and yeah that scares me a little bit, but like I said, tomorrow when we go to your appointment we'll know for sure. Then… we'll deal with it. We can deal with this, Bones. Whatever it is. It's just the not knowing that scares me."

"You're planning on coming to my appointment tomorrow?"

"Of course I am," Booth answered and squeezed her hand that he still held. "Why wouldn't I be there?" Brennan shrugged.

"Because you'd have to leave work early. You already took today off and I don't think your superiors would appreciate your leaving." Booth shook his head and instead of responding leaned in and kissed her.

"You're something, you know that?" Brennan smiled uncertainly and his heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. He realized that sometimes she still didn't feel like she was worthy of being loved. She wasn't even sure if he was going to risk getting his ass handed to him by his boss to go with her to get her results. He decided then; whatever he had to do to make sure she knew that she was loved, he would do without hesitation. Whether that meant being strong for her and masking all of the intense fear he was feeling or barreling through any walls she decided to build around herself. She was going to know that he loved her and that he wasn't going anywhere.

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