WARNING! NC 17 for particularly violent situations and raw
Angela walked in place for a few minutes and then go and sit next to Booth. It was destroyed.
"I do not know what to say ... " she exhaled in a whisper.
"I know ... ".
"Sorry."
"I tried. But you know Bones: when you put something in his head ... but he had to tell me "with his hands covered his face and eyes by bending his head towards the knees.
"Lately he did was repeat what would be wrong to talk about this pregnancy. While they are now more than ever convinced of the contrary. "
" He wanted to protect me. For all that has happened with Ian. You know what I'm sick and would not give me any other thoughts. Forgetting what abortion is abhorrent to me. No one can claim the right to decide for the life of a child of God "
" The sai, io non la penso come te. Ma posso capire il tuo punto di vista.”
Il dottor Holden interruppe la conversazione.
“Il signor Booth?”
“Sono io.”
“La dottoressa Brennan le vorrebbe parlare.”
“Ma sta bene, l’intervento è già finito?”
“Mi segua”, rispose il medico.
Temperance se ne stava accovacciata in posizione fetale guardando un punto indefinito nel vuoto.
La trovò così: immersa nei suoi pensieri.
“Bones... ”.
Appena udì la sua voce lei si alzò di scatto. Si mise seduta, un po’ rigida. Era seria. Prima di parlare chiese al compagno di sederle vicino. Booth took a seat beside her.
"Baby, are you okay?" He asked, stroking her hair.
"I did not, are you happy?".
The man's eyes filled with joy and emotion.
"It's wonderful," he said, and hugged her hard.
Brennan rested his head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes enjoying the musky smell that blend in with aseptic hospital.
decidedly more pleasant first considered.
"Do not ask me why I changed my mind?". Broke away to stare.
"I've done for me, because you still believe in our love."
"Yes, I believe. And I'm not sure I believe it will do well. "
" But certainly the wrong thing would be to get rid of our child. " To reinforce the thought just expressed Booth patted her belly still flat. Its sides were so close and so small his life ... seemed incredible, but soon she would be born a creature of three pounds or more!
"Booth ...". She looked uneasy.
"And do not tell me that is not mine. So it is. "
" What would give you this assurance? "
" He's a wrestler like his father. "
At these words she smiled moved.
"Take me away from qui”, chiese.
“Non c’è cosa che desidero di più al mondo.”
La prese letteralmente in braccio.
“Comincio a sentirti più pesante, forse dovremmo metterci a dieta, che ne dici?”
“Ma se sono persino dimagrita! Dai Booth, non fare lo sciocco. Mettimi giù”.
Lui la fissò con amore. “Solo se mi giuri che questo è l’ultimo segreto tra di noi.”
“Non sono io che ho una doppia vita.”
“Ti consento di essere arrabbiata ancora per un po’, ma molto presto dovrà entrare dentro a quella testolina così piena di nozioni da scoppiare che ciò che è successo con Ian non è was the result of a ... "
" I know. Do not talk about it anymore. "
" This is the second thing I want most in the world. "
Before leaned back on the bed stared at her intensely," Even though I'm still not good ... even if not the best man in the world ... although they are not as smart as you, as beautiful as you, even if you do not even respect for ... "
" Finish it, among other things you never thought to be less intelligent than me. "
" I changed his mind. Anyway, what I meant was: even if they are not up to you, will you marry me? "
In the silence of a day like many others, the sky was gray but streaked with purple because of the sunset.
A sky that he could not see.
But if he closed his eyes, if nothing else you can dream.
And when did she just can not dream of Booth and his last moments with him, distressing thoughts returned to attack him.
But there was the memory of another sky, many years before, to comfort, to calm her anxieties.
Edward Little, to escape the oppression of Mandy, the woman who was supposed to occupy him and five other children, slipping on the highest point of the hill. He would climb on top of the rock behind the house.
Many years ago, Mandy's father had carved steps into the hillside and built a small platform at the top.
Edward was the only child to have discovered this place. There he could sit and contemplate the valley with his feet dangling in the air. It seemed that his legs could touch the sky. Often dreamed of starting to walk on a line that led him far away from all their troubles.
And to think that at the end of that line had found Seeley Booth!
Fortunately, with the thought he could still create the image of the beloved. This allowed him to feel alive.
Too soon beautiful images were obscured from reality.
"Here we are, Emmerich. Longing? ".
His captors had returned. Most likely to torture him. Was on for over a month. Their names were Scott and Mark. Every time that there were their to Ian harassment were insured.
"What do you want? Go away. "He turned from the sinking of the wall face on the pillow.
"So we talk to two friends? We just wanted to have some fun 'with you. Company to make a fag. Why is it that you are, right? "With the strength of despair
Ian tried to attack Mark. Readily
Scott took him by the arm and made him turn back. The other looked at him full of contempt and greed.
"What did you want to do, put your ruddy hands on him a fag?". Spat.
"What an asshole. And to think that we have a surprise for you. "
From the pocket he pulled out a small wooden stick.
Ian looked at them with disgust. "What would you do? Go away please. "He began to tremble visibly.
"But I do not say ... Big and tall as you are you do the below for a toothpick? "
" Yeah, Scott, these FBI agents are quite some shrinking violet. "
" Yes, but this is also a murderess disgusting and we'll go for the always want to disturb our women, do you? ".
"From here they will not leave more ... but even if it came out, some will remember us. " Laughter floated around hateful
a lui.
Una lacrima silenziosa solcò la sua guancia mentre con lo stecchino i due iniziavano una lenta e inesorabile tortura.
“Booth, ti prego, sai come la penso... ”.
“Lo so, sei contraria al matrimonio. Ma ti sei ricreduta sul fatto che i legami emozionali sono effimeri e inaffidabili, no?”.
La donna sorrise beffardamente. “Non fare l’affabulatore con me. Ho bisogno di riflettere anche su questo.”
Si guardarono negli occhi con complicità, poi furono interrotti dall’arrivo dell’infermiera.
“La preanestesia è passata. Ora può anche tornare a casa”, comunicò con tono indifferente.
“Prima vorrei parlare con l’anestesista.”
“La dottoressa Jackson?”, chiese l’infermiera.
“No, si tratta di un dottore. È un uomo.”
L’infermiera sembrò costernata. “Le assicuro che questa mattina non è di turno nessun anestesista di sesso maschile in questo reparto.”
“Si sbaglia, è stato un uomo a farmi la preanestesia: alto, rasato, sui quaranta”.
“La descrizione che mi ha fornito non mi ricorda nessuno, mi dispiace.” Così dicendo, la donna afferrò un mazzo di cartelle e si accommiatò.
“Non capisco”, sussurrò Brennan, inquieta.
“Che sta succedendo, Bones? "
" The man who told me the baby was born preterm, the baby who would die for sure if there had been an accident ... "
" Why is it so important to you? "
" Because if he had not spoken to me at this moment I would never get pregnant. "
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