Brennan couldn't remember the last time she was so tired. Exhausted. Nine months and seventeen hours of labor later, she held the little pink baby in her arms.

Looking down at her newborn son, all that pain was worth it. It had been almost two years since the rape, almost two years since her life was changed.

Through everything Booth remained, his love unwavering. Now, he looked down at her and their son with adoring eyes as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed, an arm wrapped round her.

Brennan latched the baby onto her breast. He sucked ravenously, probably hungry all the time like his father.

She knew now that there was no guarantee that she wouldn't have to go through something like she did in the woods almost two years ago, and she fervently hoped she never would have to. But she also knew that she had it in her to deal with whatever came and that Booth would always be by her side. Escaping would no longer be the way she dealt with anything.

Looking at the baby in her arms, then up at Booth who lowered his head to plant a kiss on her lips, she knew that the rest of her life had just begun.

There, it's over, done, story complete.

A BIG shout out and thank you to each and everyone of you who faithfully stuck by this story, reviewing and giving me ideas and feedback on how to improve. This was a tough topic to write on and I found it hard to keep BB in character.

I'm glad you all liked it.

I'll probably be taking a short break from writing, work, plus kids and I gotta study. Believe me it's hard to stop, I've already got lots of other plot ideas running around my head. But I'll be back.