Bones busied herself with indetifying remains of Civil War victims. It was boring and tedious to most, but not to her. To her it was cathardic. It soothed her soul, eased her mind. And, most imporntantly of all it numbed her the most. After identifying two sets of remains, it was nearly time for Booth to come. She quickly slid out of her lab gear, and sat in her office filling out the paper work on the war victims when he walked in with a grin plastered on his face.

"Hey Bones," he offered in a sexy tone as he sat down and put his feet up on the desk.

"hey," she replied pulling her head out of the paperwork.

"Where to?'' asked Booth as his hand reached out and touched hers comfortingly.

"The Royal Dinner?"

"Sure, Bones whatever you want."

The duo left the Jeffersonian with Booth driving his SUV and Bones sitting silently in the passenger seat.

"What's wrong Bones?'' Booth inquired unable to tolerate the awkward silence.

"Nothing" she lied in a tone that informed him to drop it.

Bones sat down in the booth beside him, his hands stealing gentle touches and caresses on her body. She grinned leaning into hsi touch. Though she was still deeply saddened, his touch brought her happiness. She found it weird that someone's touch could have so much power over her, but it was only fair that it was Booth. It seemed lately he was swaying her views more than normal.

"Did you make your doctor's appointment?" Booth inquired as he ordered his usual burger and fries and she ordered a garden salad with ranch dressing.

"No, if you will go excuse me I'll make it," she replied getting up, and his head followed her as she walked out of the dinner, his eyes glued to her ass. While she was on the phone, he thought long and hard about how he was going to break th news to Parker. Parker wanted so bad to be a big brother, and then fate just stole it away.

"I have an appointment for saturday," she announced sitting down beside him as he wrapped his arms around her lovingly.

"i can't go," he replied regretfully.

"Why?''

"We will have Parker, I am picking him up Thursday when he gets out of school for the year," Booth announced.

"Oh okay," she sounded a bit dejected but he could sense the excitement in her tone about having Parker.

"Want to call him while our food is being prepared. He should be out of school by now," Booth offered and she silently agreed taking his phone once again and going outside.

"Hi Parker," she said into the phone as she paced the sidewalk.

"Bones," he squeaked into the phone cheerfully.

"You wanted to speak to me?" she inquired gently.

"Yeah. There is something bad going on, and I don't know how to tell dad. What do I do?" Parker questioned.

"Tell him, it is better to tell the truth Parker. Is it something we talked about like my past?" Bones asked praying it was something silly like a failing grade.

"Yes," he replied.

"Well, I'll tell you what, I'll be there when you tell him. That way if anything bad happens, I'll be there for you," she offered to the child.

"Deal. So do you know if I am going to have a brother or a sister?" he inquired cheerfully.

"UH, about that... Your father and I need to talk to you about that," Bones replied and he agreed before hanging up because Rebecca was home.

Bones walkedq baack into the dinner and collapsed in the seat next to Booth.

"Hoe'd it go?" he asked.

"He needs to talk to you. He did not say, what but it was bad...he said it was something that he and I talked about when I said I had a bad childhood (he looked shocked she had said something so vulgar to a child and went to speak) don't worry I did not go into details, but he needs to tell you. And, he asked about the baby so I said we needed to talk to him," Bones deduced.

"Okay," he replied his tone full of concern for his son. She had expected him to go off on her, but he was suprisingly okay with it.

She picked at her garden salad none to thrilled of the conversation she was going to have with Parker about the miscarriage. In addition, a knot in the pit of her stomach had formed at thinking about what was wrong with Parker. Bones knew it could not be good, so she prayed to Booth's god that the boy would be okay. Now, she did not believe in god, but from what Booth said about his god is that if he existed he would forgive Temperance and grant her request.

"What's wrong Bones?'

"Just worried about what to tell Parker and what he has to say," she replied leaning against him, her body tired from the depression she had been fighting.

"It will be okay. Worst comes to worst Parker comes and lives with me, which I would not mind," Booth admitted.

"Maybe," she replied.

"It still hurts doesn't it?" he asked noticing her face and he was not just talking about the miscarriage he was talking about everything including her past.

"Yeah it does," she replied grimly as she finished their salad and they preparred to leave.

"Does it get easier?" he pestered her.

"You help," she replied before she brought her lips crashing over his for a brief but fiery and romantic kiss.

"Good," Booth grinned as he pulled her into a hug as they stood up. Booth drove her back to the Jeffersonian in a lulled silence. He loved her, more than she could ever know. She had the body of a goddess and the lips of an angel. To him she was perfect.