This will be a series of one shots (mostly very fluffy one shots) in no particular order that begin sometime after "The Change in the Game" placed in the AU I created for my 'exes' story arc. It is totally not necessary to have read them, but if you like these, you'll probably like those (and certain things may make more sense if you read those first). Again, these are only in whatever order I feel like writing them, but they stick to a single timeline that assumes tCitG took place in May 2011. For anyone who read the 'exes' The Ex-Lover in the Diner and The Ex in the Office both take place during November 2012, and The Surprise at the Ball was March 2013. Without further ado, here's a nice fluffy piece to start!

July 2011

Booth rolled over to find that the spot Brennan normally occupied was empty and cold. She had been experiencing heartburn earlier that night, something that was becoming a more common problem now that she was two and a half months pregnant. He was about to go check on her when he heard a muffled crash from the living room.

"Bones," he called, "Bones, are you okay."

"I'm fine," she replied, but he could tell from the tremor in her voice that she was lying. He flipped on the light and saw that she was squatting by the kitchen counter, picking her purse up off the floor.

"Bones, what's wrong?" He asked, kneeling next to her and helping her pick the spilled items up.

"Nothing, Booth," she said with a small sniffle, swiping some tears from her eyes.

He gently cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes, "Please tell me, Bones. You're making me worry."

"I was looking for my credit card." She admitted, tears still pooling in her eyes.

"Why do you need your credit card at two am?" He asked, thoroughly confused.

"Because of that," she said, her tears falling harder now as she pointed accusingly at the television.

It only took one glance to figure out what was wrong. The TV was emitting a soft ballad as pictures of depressed animals filled the screen.

Brennan continued, "It's just so sad, Booth. There are so many lonely animals in the world who can't fend for themselves and it's so sad. I have to help them."

Booth gently wrapped his arms around her and she sunk gratefully into him.

"It's okay, Bones. Those commercials are designed to tug on your heartstrings."

"I need my credit card, Booth," she said, pulling out of his arms.

"Hold on," he ignored the glare she threw him and continued, "I'm not saying that you shouldn't donate money. It's a great cause, but right now you're over tired and your hormones are going crazy and I don't want you calling in a huge donation and having them take advantage of you. Let's wait until the morning and if you still want to donate do it then, but wouldn't you rather give the money to a small local shelter, anyhow?"

She nodded, "I hate how these mood swings make me feel. When did you become the rational one?"

He shrugged, "This is a partnership, remember? When one of us isn't acting normally it's up to the other to step in and help."

"I'm glad we're partners, Booth."

"Me too, Bones. By the way, what were you watching at two in the morning anyhow?"

"I found the most interesting show. It's a fascinating depiction of anthropological anomalies and societal outliers. It is called Taboo which is a very appropriate name."

"Well, would you like to keep watching or do you think you can sleep now?"

"Let's go to bed," she said and allowed him to help her to her feet.

"Oh, and Booth?" She said as they slid under the covers, "Please don't tell anyone about this."

"Don't worry," he said, kissing her forehead as she snuggled against him. "What's between us is ours."