Author's note: Hello! I know there are a lot of stories out there about Brennan deciding to have a kid, but I decided to try it.
This is set in season 6 and Hannah is with Booth. For now. I apologize in advance for any kind of mistakes throughout the story. English is not my first language and I had no one to proofread it for me, so please let me know about the ones you find so I can correct them. Well, I guess that's all. Hope you enjoy it!
Brennan walked towards her best friend's office to retrieve the facial reconstruction for their latest murder victim. She stopped at the door when she realized Angela was talking to herself. Well, at least from where she was standing, she couldn't see anyone else in the office. As she looked closely she noticed the artist was looking down where her hands were resting over her growing stomach. Unable to help herself, Brennan just stood there, listening to the soft words uttered by her friend.
"You're really wearing me down, sweetheart. It's barely four in the afternoon and I already feel like going back to bed, peeing and having a snack all at once." She watched as Angela paused and a sweet smile dawned on her slightly rounder face. "But, you know what, honey? It's already worth it. Just feeling you move inside me is worth all of it. And I can't wait to see you. And your daddy…he's so excited. Plus, you'll be the coolest kid in the playground with all your cool squint and FBI aunts and uncles".
She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when Angela looked at the door and caught her staring. "Oh. Hi, sweetie? Do you need something? Guess I was distracted by the baby." She chuckled and Brennan smiled. "I'm sorry to eavesdrop, Ange, but you looked so…content." Brennan knew that it was irrational and that she was incredibly happy for her friend and Hodgins, but, deep down, there was a feeling of jealousy she couldn't extinguish.
Realizing her friend's keen eyes directed her way in a curious stare, Brennan quickly changed the subject before she got trapped in Angela's metaphorical web of questions. "I, uh, came to see if you were finished with the reconstruction so we can check with the missing person's database." The artist clearly didn't fall for the deflection and instructed the anthropologist to sit down beside her on the couch. She was, after all, uncomfortable standing up for long periods of time thanks to the big bulge and swollen ankles 26 weeks of pregnancy provided.
"Come on, Brennan. What's wrong? What's with the puppy eyes?" Angela didn't even give her the time to verbalize confusion evident on her frown. "Don't give me that, sweetie, you may not be familiar with the expression but you know very well what I mean. Why were you staring at me with longing? I know for sure it's not because of my body, 'cause, let's face it, Junior here is not doing wonders for it."
Her attempt at a joke completely eluded Brennan, whose eyes were focused solely on the hands resting on her lap. "I'm sorry, Angela. I know I'm acting in a very irrational manner. I…I just don't know why." When she finally looked up, blue eyes brimming with tears, she was met with the affectionate almost-black ones that had comforted her so many times over the years.
"It's okay, Bren. There's no need to apologize. Really."
The anthropologist was uncomfortable under her friend's gaze, but decided, since she was not very good at sorting through her emotions, it was better to ask Angela for her help. Usually, Booth would offer that kind of advice, but they hadn't spent as much time together lately, and she thought she would no longer be comfortable discussing this matter with him.
"Ange, can I ask you something?" Her voice was so quiet, almost afraid, as she looked up at her friend in a mix of confusion apprehension.
"Of course, Sweetie. You know I'm here for you, whatever you need."
At the affection in her friend's face and the reassuring touch of the hand on her own, Brennan took a deep breath and decided she needed to talk about something that had been on her mind for a few weeks now. "Do you think I would be a good mother?"
At that, Angela's expression softened and her grip on the other woman's hand tightened. "Oh, Bren. I think you'll be a great mother. You care so much and you have so much love to offer to a child."
At her friend's encouragement, Brennan finally shared something that had been on her mind since Booth's coma. "I really want to be a mother, Ange. This desire hasn't really left my mind since I asked for Booth's sperm. Lately I've been even having dreams about me having a child. In some, it's adopted, and others it's my own baby. I guess I have been somewhat influenced by your pregnancy." She finished sadly.
"I'm sorry, Bren. I had no idea you still thought about that. I guess seeing Booth making plans for his future with Hannah doesn't really help, huh?"
Brennan's face quickly hid the vulnerability it had been showing and she did her best to muster up a confused frown. "What? The fact that Booth is making plans with Hannah has nothing to do with my desire to be a parent. As far as I am concerned they haven't even discussed the topic of children yet." The last bit was said with a tone of concealed pride over the fact that he had broached such a topic with her over a year ago and had yet to do so with his cohabitating girlfriend.
Angela rolled her eyes at the poor attempt of a lie, but decided to let it slide for the moment. Instead, she tackled the issue from a different angle. "Well, since you already know my opinion, tell me yours. Do you think you'll be a good mother?"
"I don't know, Ange. I'm not the most adept person in social settings nor am I very good at interpersonal relationships. Therefore, I don't know if I will be a good influence on a child in spite of my obviously superior intellect and financial stability." Finally, trying to convince Angela and herself she concluded, "that is why I had originally chosen Booth to be the donor, in order to provide my child with genetic traits that I could not offer, such as the social skills I already mentioned." She seemed pleased with herself after the clearly rational explanation she was able to find for asking her partner for a sperm donation.
The artist thought best, once again, to save the partner issues for later – she definitely did not buy that whole 'generic traits' thing - and focus on the motherhood issues first. "Sweetie, I know that you would make a wonderful mom, not because o of your brain but because of you heart. You may not see it, you may deny it when people tell you but you do have a big heart and I'm sure that your child would be extremely lucky to have you. Just as my little boy will be to have you as his godmother." Before she had a chance o argue, Angela continued, "are you considering it again? Having a baby?"
Brennan heaved a long sigh and answered with a certainty she had not realized she possessed until that very moment. "Yes. I really am, Ange." The first hint of a smile threatened to spread over her lips as her friend tried desperately o hide a squeal.
Angela's face grew serious after a moment when se realized the implications of her friend's decision. Before she could control herself she asked "How, Brennan? Booth is with Hannah now. I mean, I think it would be a little weird to use the sperm of a man who is in a serious relationship with another woman. Don't you?"
Brennan's face fell a little at that but she quickly hid it, "No, Ange. I'm not going o use Booth's sperm".
As she was about to continue describing her plan, her phone rang and she excused herself to go meet Booth for a conference with Caroline Julian about the trial of one of the murderers they had arrested a while ago.
When she had almost reached the door of the office, the baffled artist yelled, "Bren! This conversation is not over."
Brennan just smiled and nodded. "I know, Ange. And thanks again for asking me to be the godmother. Although I have a profound dislike for the term, I am very glad that you chose me."
At that, Angela couldn't do anything but smile and wave her goodbye. Getting up from the couch, her face grew serious again as she asked the baby in her uterus if his godmother had decided to have a child for the right reasons. Because she really didn't think jealousy – conscious or not – was a good reason to enter motherhood.
A/N: So? Let me know if you think I should go on with it.
Thanks,
Marina.