A/N: This will be a two-part story. Enjoy :)


Brennan's sitting at her desk in her office at the Jeffersonian, going through files from the latest case, when there's a knock on the door. She looks up and smiles. "Hey, Angela."

Angela strolls through the doorway and over to Brennan's desk. She sets a cup of tea down on a coaster and smiles back. "Hey, sweetie."

"Thanks." Brennan takes a sip of the tea and glances at her best friend over the rim of the mug. "How's Michael Vincent? I imagine it's difficult for you, as a new mother, to separate yourself from your son."

Angela nods. "I cried this morning when I dropped him off at the daycare center. I wouldn't let him go. I couldn't. The daycare director had to physically take him from me." She pauses. "I need to ask you for a favor."

"Okay, shoot. Not literally. It means—."

Angela nods. "I know what it means, Bren."

"Yes, of course."

"Do you have plans for Saturday night? If you do, if you and Booth are doing something, then just forget I asked."

"Booth hasn't said anything, and I was planning on spending Saturday night here, working on the case. Why do you ask?"

"It's been a while since Hodgins and I have been alone, and I know this is a lot to ask, but would you mind watching Michael for a few hours on Saturday night?"

Brennan blinks and swallows. "Me?"

"You're my best friend and I trust you."

Brennan smiles. "You do?"

"So will you do it?"

"It could be good practice."

Angela's eyes widen just a little and she shifts. "Practice for what?"

Brennan looks away, staying silent. She hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Honey."

Brennan lifts her head and looks at Angela. She's finding it hard to hide her grin at this point. "Ange, I'm, I'm pregnant."

"Oh my God. Wait, seriously? Oh my God. Booth's?"

Brennan giggles a little. "Yes."

"I don't know." Angela squeals louder than she intended and scurries over to her best friend, hugging her. She drops her arms and steps back. "Wait, really? You're pregnant with Booth's baby." It's almost too much for her to handle. She's still trying to process the news that Booth and Brennan slept together.

"That's what I just said."

"Oh my God."

"You said that already. Twice, actually."

"I'm just—oh my God."

Brennan smiles.

"Wow. Just wow." Angela pauses. "You did tell Booth, right?"

"He knows. He's thrilled. He talks to my stomach every night. I keep telling him that the fetus can't hear him or talk back, but he doesn't seem to care."

"Congratulations, sweetie. Wow." Angela pauses. "So will you babysit Michael Vincent?"

"I'll ask Booth to help. He knows more about child-rearing than I do."

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

"I don't mind. Booth and I will watch Michael Vincent so you and Dr. Hodgins can have sex."

Angela coughs and laughs at the same time.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to work."

"That's going to be one beautiful baby," Angela mutters under her breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, nothing, just thank you again. You're the best."

"I know."

Angela smiles and walks out of the Brennan's office.


Well, there's part one. Hope you liked it.