Hi, everyone! I'm back with a new story! It takes place post- season 6. First two chapters are mostly a prologue to the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy it, and as always reviews are encouraged. I'm going to try to post at least once a week, but I'm a freshman in college, so I can't promise anything... Also, like all my work this is un-beta'ed so if there's a mistake PLEASE let me know.

And all I own are the first two season on DVD and most of the series. Everything else belongs to HH, KR, and co.

Angela had spent the past two weeks in baby confinement with Michael, and was dying for some adult company. Sure, she had Jack and she loved him, but she just needed sometime out of the house with not maternal responsibilities for a couple of hours. He had the lab to escape to for several hours every day; she had nothing. This is why she called up Brennan Tuesday morning to see if she would meet her for lunch and asked Jack to take care of Michael for that amount of time. Both agreed, though Brennan's mind seemed to be someplace else during the conversation.

The two women met up at the lab, deciding to walk to the Founding Fathers since it wasn't too far away. They talked about Michael, what was going on at the lab, and the most recent case; but none of that was what Angela really wanted to talk about. Because two months ago, Brennan had told her that she and Booth had slept together and given a few details. And since that morning, Angela hadn't heard one word about the relationship, except to keep it quiet. Though, she knew Hodgins and Cam already suspected something was going on between the two.

When they were almost to the bar, Angela finally couldn't take it. "So, are you going to make me wait until lunch to find out about how your relationship with Booth is going, or can we talk about it on the way?"

"There's not much to talk about Angela. We're two partners who are also good friends. There's nothing-"

"Sweetie, we might be in public, but it's still just me. I know that you're sleeping together."

Brennan smiled. "We have started a romantic relationship. However, we haven't had sex since that night."

Angela's jaw began to drag the ground before she asked, "Why the hell not? You two have had the sexual tension building between you since I met him. You can't seriously be telling that all the spark is gone."

"No, of course, not. I just don't think it's healthy for the fetus so I refuse to have sex. Plus, Booth wants to take things slow."

Angela completely missed the last sentence of that, her mind was too focused on the word fetus. "I'm sorry, Bren, but did you say fetus? As in a small human baby that's growing inside of you type fetus?"

"Yes. What other type of fetus would make me abstain from sex with Booth?" Brennan's rhetorical question was completely ignored by Angela.

"Oh my God! Brennan, why didn't you tell me sooner?" the artist almost yelled. Her best friend was pregnant! With Booth's kid! And it wasn't through invetro fertilization, it was through (what Angela assumed to be) sweaty, passion, sexy, old-fashion sex. "How far along are you?"

"About six weeks. I found out during the bowling case and was planning on telling you when we finished. But you were in the hospital with Michael and I didn't think I should steal you lightning. And we haven't talked with no one else around since then."

"The phrase is stealing my thunder. And you can take both and the rain for all I care! This is amazing, Bren! I'm so happy for you two," she told her as she held open the door to the Founding Fathers and let Brennan enter first.

"I find that being in a monogamous relationship with child is surprisingly fulfilling."

"Only if it's with the right person."

"I assume that's a comment on you being happy that-" Brennan stopped midsentence and looked just past Angela. Her eyes locked on something, and Angela could tell that it wasn't particularly good. Brennan let a painful expression take over her face for a mere moment before she put up a blank face.

"Sweetie?" Angela tried to get her attention. "Bren, is something wrong?"

"Hannah's here."

Angela whipped around and began to search the restaurant. She was a little surprised Brennan was so morose about seeing Hannah. Sure, she was dating Booth now and probably saw the reporter as a threat, but Bren and Hannah had been friends. And Hannah had rejected Booth's proposal causing them to breakup. Was Brennan worried that Hannah would be mad that she and Booth were a couple now? Because that would just be a flip from about eight months ago.

And then Angela saw why Brennan was so upset. Because Hannah was there. But not the same Hannah Burley that left in February; no, this one was pregnant. If Angela had to guess, she would say about five months. About the time that she and Booth broke up. And even worse was the fact that the man sitting across from her at the booth was Booth. Based on her reaction, Angela was willing to bet that Brennan had no knowledge of this meeting.

"I didn't know she was back in Washington."

"Me either." Brennan's words were cold and detached as though they were talking about a victim and not Booth's ex-girlfriend. "Why wouldn't Booth tell me?"

"Maybe she called him last minute like I called you," Angela tried.

"But he could have told me when I text him about having lunch with you."

"Maybe it was after?" It was a weak attempt on explaining Booth's actions, and they both knew it. But Angela had to tell her something.

"Then why not at least text me?"

"We could go over and ask," Angela said trying to make things simple. Brennan all but ignored her, choosing instead to walk over and sit on the other side of the beam that separated the booths. She sat so that the two could not see her and Angela followed her, not sure this was a good idea. "Does us spying on Booth and Hannah really seem like a good idea?"

"We're not spying. We're engaging in an anthropological study on what two former lovers discuss over lunch and how they interact," she answered quickly and quietly. "If our presence is known, then it will affect their actions."

"Sweetie, we're spying." Brennan shot her a glance before motioning for her to be quiet so she could hear the neighboring conversation.

"So, you aren't mad?" Hannah asked.

"Why would I be mad?" Booth questioned right back.

"Because I rejected your marriage proposal and then came back five months later asking you to be a father."

Angela watched as Brennan's already pale complex blanched. She reached out a hand to comfort her friend, but knew that only Booth could fix this situation.

"Hannah," he sighed at the next table.

"Seeley, you're one of the best men I know, and you've always another kid. You were the one that wanted to settle down. I'm ready for that now, and there's a child involved."

"It's not that simple. You told me no, and you're back now wanting me to be a father-"

"I only said no to marriage. You said that you couldn't go back to just dating," she clarified. "And I'm not asking for that."

"I know. What you're asking for is more, and I'm not sure if I can do it. Not right now."

At his words, Brennan stood up and stormed towards the door, and Angela immediately went after her. As soon as she was out of the bar, Brennan began to run down the street. Angela had no choice but to chase her and call out to her. People on the street watched as they ran by, trying their best to stay out of their way. Finally once they were a few blocks away, Brennan slowed down to walk allowing Angela to finally catch up to her. And when she approached, Angela saw the several beads of tears that had rolled down Bren's face.

"Sweetie," she started cautiously.

"Please, Ange, don't."

"He sounded like he was saying no," Angela tried.

"No. He said 'not now'. I thought what we had… He told me that he wanted thirty, forty, fifty years with me. I assumed he still wanted that. This is why you don't assume," she said with an emotionless voice again.

"He does. I know him; you know him. He still wants those fifty years."

"Just maybe not with me."

Angela sighed. Brennan was strong when it came to things and people she could face. When she could use her knowledge and skills to get what was needed done, she was fearless. Angela still remembered when she took down a Homeland Security agent without a second thought. But whenever emotions or serious relationships were involved, Brennan was fragile. She went from being the tough, indestructible anthropologist to the fifteen year old girl whose family had left her. She didn't trust anybody with her heart. At least, not until Booth came along. Sure, she and Angela had been friends but just after that first case with Booth, something had changed a little. She had been more willing to try a lasting friendship. She had even been living with someone; true, Peter ended up being a douche, but at least she was trying. Angela still credited Booth for it; she imagined something Booth said to her made her try connecting with people more.

But then they had become friends and, after way too long of a time, a couple. Angela knew that when Brennan gave her heart to Booth, he was never allowed to break it. She had assumed he had known that; how couldn't he? Everyone else at the lab did. But he was at the bar with Hannah discussing being a father to her child. Meanwhile, Brennan was about six weeks along.

"You're pregnant too; he won't abandon you."

Brennan looked away. "What if he didn't know?"

"What?"

"What if he didn't know I was pregnant?"

Angela was shocked. If she hadn't mentioned it to Booth and only told the artist that day that meant that she had kept the tidbit to herself since she found out. People shouldn't keep secrets like that from everybody. "You haven't told him? Brennan, you're six weeks pregnant!"

"I know. But you told me before Hodgins," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but I told him before I hit five weeks. You have to tell Booth!"

"I don't want to influence his decision. If he wants to be with Hannah, then I won't stop him. It might be best if I give him time to weigh the possibilities without my presence," Brennan said stoically, though Angela knew it was just a front. This was killing Brennan inside. And whenever anything (especially Booth) hurt Brennan, she had a tendency to run.

"No, he needs you around. Especially if you're pregnant. If you really want to go on a dig or whatever, and I mean like would give up an arm type want, then you need to talk everything through with him first. And I mean everything. You can't leave without him knowing you're pregnant."

"If he's considering ending our relationship, then I don't want him involved in the child's life."

"Brennan-"

"I promise I won't do anything until I talk to Booth," she assured Angela quickly.

Angela sighed. That was the best she was going to be able to get. "Okay. I'm sure there's sort of explanation and we'll all be laughing about it next week." Brennan gave her a glared. "Maybe not laughing."

Don't kill me! Please! I swear I'm a true B&B fan! Just let me know what you think?