Proposition Of Family

Married life was agreeing with her well. Her sex life had never been better. Not to mention waking up every morning to the man she loved. Really loved. Yawning, she rolled to her back and stretched as she opened her eyes. Smiling at the sunlight that poured into the room she sat up. In seconds her stomach rolled and she leapt from the bed, sprinting to the bathroom.

Waking as the bed shook, Booth looked to his side where Temperance should have been. Then he heard her vomiting in the bathroom. Sighing he set up and slid from the bed, making his way to the bathroom door. "Bones… you okay?" he called in.

As the vomiting stopped the toilet was flushed. "No," came her weak reply.

Entering the bathroom Booth sighed at the sight of his wife wrapped around the toilet on the floor. She looked slightly pale and her hair was matted to her forehead with sweat. Reaching down he pulled her up into his arms. "You think it's the flu?" he asked lightly as he walked her back to their bed.

Shaking her head she allowed Booth to help her lay back on the bed. "No, I don't have a fever…" Taking a breath she blew it out in a whoosh, "I just sat up and my stomach felt as though it rolled."

Nodding he set on the edge of the bed, "Okay. Do you need anything?" he asked lightly.

"Yes," she said evenly, "I need to go to work."

Sighing Booth shook his head, "Why don't you take the day off? Make sure you're not getting really sick," he tried to compromise.

Taking a deep breath she shook her head. "No, I'm not sick." she persisted. Glancing to the clock she rolled her eyes. "We've got to get going. We've got to be at work in an hour."

Nodding slowly Booth stood, "Alright." he relented. "But if you fell sick at all today you will go straight to your office," he ordered.

Nodding she sighed, "Alright." Though they both knew very well that she wouldn't.

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Sitting on the platform Bones concentrated on reconstructing several skulls for the Egyptology department. She had been lacking in the bone department, as far as something to do was concerned. So she had asked if anyone had needed any help. On top of it all Booth had checked in on her twice already and it wasn't even quite noon yet. At the sound of someone gaining entry to the platform she sighed. High heels. It was either Cam or… looking up she smiled at Angela. "Booth told me you were sick this morning, Sweetie," said Angela as she stopped next to Bones' work table.

Frowning Bones looked back down to the bone fragments in front of her, "My stomach didn't feel quite right," she admitted. "Though I haven't had any problems since then. Booth is just being overly protective."

Nodding Angela leaned against the table. "So… You're not sick now?" she questioned. Bones only nodded in response. "Okay then." murmured Angela as she turned and made to leave.

"Angela, wait," called Bones standing. When Angela turned Bones walked to her side "Could we speak in my office?" she questioned lightly as she took Angela's arm.

Creasing her brow Angela nodded slowly, "Sure, Sweetie." She allowed Bones to lead her to the office. Inside Bones released her and Angela turned, closing the blinds. Turning back to Bones Angela's eyes were wide. "So, privacy… This has to be big! Spill." she instructed.

Sitting down on the couch Bones sighed. "I haven't been feeling well for the past couple of weeks and this morning… the vomiting," pausing she took a breath and eyed Angela. "My hormones are out of whack… Ange, I think I'm pregnant!" she admitted.

Jaw dropping, Angela slowly made her way to the couch. Setting next to Bones she looked to her. "You need to go to the doctor, Sweetie," she said finally. Reaching out she took Bones' hand into her own.

"I know." whispered Bones, "But how should I tell Booth?" she questioned.

"You haven't told Booth?!" gasped Angela. "You better get some idea soon, Babe. Booth's not a stupid man and you need to tell him before he figures it out himself."

Nodding Bones laid her head on Angela's shoulder, silently thinking of how she would tell Booth - after she knew for sure. Then she wouldn't get his hopes up if it wasn't true. She knew how much having another child meant to him. How much he wanted everything. First real doctor's appointment. First sonogram. First smile. First laugh. First word. First steps… She'd never take that from him.