5the secret of the darkness……..
She slowed her steps until the came to a halt on the streetlight-lit path, Booth’s assuring words of Angela and Hodgins’ new family giving her new courage. She turned to face him, taking a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’m…I’m pregnant…you’re the father.” She met his eyes with clear uncertainty, trying to gauge his reaction. He stared at her with disbelief for a second before breaking out into a wide grin. She couldn’t help but mirror it in relief. “You’re pregnant?” his smile still widening while he processed the information. “Yes, it appears that our coitus has resulted in the implantation of-” she was cut off by strong arms lifting her off the ground and spinning her round in a tight embrace and laughter. His lips reached up to meet hers passionately, smothering her smile with his. “B-Booth, put me down!” she laughed, stumbling slightly as he placed he back down, hands still intertwined. “You’re happy,” she stated, with a smile. She was a scientist. She’d had no way of predicting his reaction, no matter how long she’d spend thinking about it the last couple of days.
But now, his happiness was fact. She could deal with fact. She let herself breath again. “What, of course I’m Happy, Bones! You’re- we’re having a baby. A little baby Bones!” His voice was still full of disbelief and barely louder than a breath. “Wait, did you think I wouldn’t be happy?” his smile faltered and his eyes became serious as he tried to think of any instances when he’d made her think otherwise. She looked up, into his eyes of concern and question. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t find the words. She couldn’t explain the mess of feelings she’d had lately. She didn’t want to admit she’d been scared. She didn’t want to admit she had considered that Booth might walk away. Booth studied her face and could clearly see she was struggling with her answer. Conveying her feelings in words wasn’t her strong point, especially when put on the spot. He looped his arm around her waist as gently tugged her towards the apartment building door, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “C’mon Bones, we’ll talk inside.”
That Which was Happy was Very Short in Duration In Ernest Hemingways story, The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber, Francis Macomber, according to Hemingway, is a very unhappy man because of his cowardly display after facing a wounded lion and because of his inability to stand up to his wife. However, Francis Macomber regains his happiness, contentment, self-control and bravery while out hunting ...
Brennan flopped onto the loungeroom couch, exhausted from the day it had been, as Booth closed the apartment door and crossed the room to join her. They both sat silently, side-by-side, heads spinning. Now that they’d recovered from the initial reaction, the main focus of Brennan’s worries, their heads started to fill with questions and scenarios.
Booth turned to his partner, clearly reading the worry etched into her expression and desperately wanting to put her at ease. “Hey,” he said softly, breaking the silence and lacing his fingers with hers, “This is going to be amazing, Bones. I know you’re scared, I know you have worries and questions, but I am letting you know right now that it’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay,” he said, emphasizing his words and not breaking contact with her blue-greens to prove his sincerity. “This baby is going to be the luckiest little boy or girl,” he grinned, not being able to contain the smile anymore. “He is going to have a daddy that will protect him and the most beautiful mummy in the world that will love him with all her heart.” Brennan rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, but she couldn’t help smile and slightly tear up at his sweetness. “She looked down at their joint hands and sucked in a breath. “I think I already love it, Booth.” Her confession was barely a whisper, her tone questioning, as if not understanding her own emotions. “I know it’s irrational. It is still at a cellular stage with no capabilities of thought or feelings or even a heartbeat yet and I-” she paused when she glanced at Booth’s expression.
Later Rosenthal & Fade (1966) suggested experimenter and participant effects – two breakthroughs in studying behaviour accurately and making room for error. Experimenter Effects = experimenter provides subtle cues that influence participants answers in a desired way. (Festinger, 1980 opposed this and said if that’s the case why had his experiments not supported his hypothesis) Participant ...
“Booth, why are you laughing?” Her brow furrowed as she stared unbelievably at her partner, having no clue as to what he would think was so funny. “It’s just-” he chuckled again shaking his head, “You’re trying to rationalize pregnancy, Bones. You’re worried because you can’t understand why you love the most beautiful gift the world has given us.” This only made Brennan’s expression look further confused. “Booth, the world has nothing to do w-” she was cut off by another laugh. Booth was certainly very amused tonight. Brennan huffed and slumped down further into the couch, annoyed that Booth didn’t seem to be taking her seriously. “Hey, I’m sorry Bones,” he sighed, trying to shake straighten his face to show he was taking her seriously, “I just… I’m just so happy.”
They simply gazed at each other, eyes filled with unspoken promise and immeasurable happiness, giddy smiles plastered on their faces. He stood up from the couch, gently tugging her up too. Wrapping his arms protectively around her waist, he ducked his head, softly pressing his lips against her mouth before resting his forehead against hers. She angled up her face again, claiming his lips as he began to back into the bedroom. Yes, they had a lot to discuss. She hadn’t even begun to share what she was feeling and he hadn’t expressed even a tenth of his happiness. They’d barely spoken about any arrangements at all. After all they’d been through, all the triumphs and all the mistakes- it had all lead to this. But, it could wait until morning. They were both exhausted, their eyes tired, yet glowing with happiness. They had time, hell, they had a whole lifetime if he could convince her. He was happy. They were happy. And despite all scientific reason and unsaid thoughts, that was enough for tonight