A/N: First, can I just say that I cannot believe I'm actually writing this as an alternate season 7, based on real events in the season 6 finale? I mean, this isn't a produce of my twisted mind. lol Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Takes place about a month after Bones tells Booth that she is carrying his child.
The nausea had finally subsided. Groaning, Bones flushed the toilet and got to her feet. Slowly opening the door to the stall, she peeked outside to make sure no one else had walked in the restroom. Seeing she was alone in the cold, hard bathroom, she walked out of the stall. She would rinse out her mouth to eliminate the acid taste on her tongue, maybe splash some water on her face, and would get back to work. She never thought the smell of decaying bodies would actually make her vomit. Pregnancy definitely had its downside.
A month had passed since she had told Booth the news. Her second month of pregnancy was coming to term and she had yet to tell anybody. The couple had agreed to keep her pregnancy a secret and, so far, it had stayed that way. Of course, he had tried to talk her into telling at least her father, but it just didn't seem like the right time. So many things could still happen: she could lose the baby, or even decide not to keep it. She still had a few weeks left before an abortion was out of the question. However, she knew the second option was a no-go since Booth would never allow her to have one in the first place. He would rather raise the child on his own than have her abort. Besides, all these options were just possibilities she didn't want to overlook. Once she would be sure that nothing bad was going to happen, once she actually knew how she felt about that unexpected pregnancy, then she would start telling people.
Bones stared at herself in the mirror. She didn't feel pregnant. Other than the excessive nausea, things were the same as before. She hadn't gained any weight, and she tried to picture a life forming inside of her, she just couldn't. She wondered if Angela had felt the same way she first learned she was pregnant.
She hadn't seen her friend since Michael had been born. She knew Angela would be gone at least six more weeks, working from home until Hodgins would take over. Despite not being as close as before, Bones still missed having her best friend around. If only she didn't feel so scared to drop by for a visit, maybe she'd be able to talk to someone other than Booth about what was going on in her life.
Today was her first doctor's appointment. She had hesitated a long time before making it. Seeing a doctor would make her situation official. Knowing something was growing inside of you was one thing, seeing it confirmed by an ultrasound was another. She'd told Cam she would be leaving work early to bring her father to the hospital. Cam hadn't questioned her more, much to Bones' relief. Booth would be meeting her at the clinic. When he had insisted on being there for the appointment, she hadn't argued: she couldn't face this alone.
The lab was quiet when she walked out of the restroom. Deciding Wendell could handle an autopsy alone if one showed up, she went straight to her office. She didn't feel like seeing anybody. With her pale skin and bloodshot eyes from all the throwing up, people would know something was wrong. Besides, she had reports to type. No one would hold it against her if she worked in her office for a little while.
She was just booting up her computer when Booth walked in her office, beaming. Ever since she had told his the news, he had had this permanent smile on his face. A wave of happiness swept over her heart at the sight of him. She might have been still scared of love, but she knew she was close to fully trust Booth with her heart.
Setting a white plastic bag on her desk, Booth immediately crouched down and touched her stomach.
"Hello my little baby boy!" he said to her stomach.
"Booth!" Bones exclaimed, trying to push her partner away. "What if someone walked by? It would be pretty difficult to explain why you were talking to my stomach."
Sighing, Booth got to his feet.
"You're killing me, Bones!"
"Well, suck it up. By the way, how do you know it's a boy? For all you know, it could be a girl."
Walking over to the couch, he flung himself onto it.
"I brought you lunch." He said, pointing over to the white bag on her desk. "It's Vietnamese food. The Thai place was too far."
Bones looked over at the food and couldn't help the smile that stretched across her face. Booth had been so kind to her in the past couple of months, always looking out for her, sticking up for her, and consoling her when she needed it. He didn't deserve to have his life thrown upside down like that.
"What else are you here for?" she asked her partner before her thoughts drove her down a dangerous road.
"You have your appointment today."
"Yes, and it isn't for another two hours. Besides, we agreed we would meet at the doctor's office. If people see us leave together, they might suspect something."
"I know all of that, Bones. I just… I wanted to talk to you about something. You know, we…"
Booth was suddenly interrupted by a knock. Standing in the doorway, Angela looked over at her friends, a teasing smile on her face.
"Hey, don't mind us," she said, beaming at them. "You had something to tell her, Booth?"
"Angela!" Brennan cried.
In two strides, she had reached her best friend. Michael, cradled in her arms, slept peacefully.
Looking down at the tiny baby in her friend's arms, Bones couldn't help but think about herself in a couple of months. By Christmas, she'd also be holding a tiny infant. Would she make a good mother? Did she know how to be one? Up until two or three years ago, she hadn't wanted a baby. Maybe her initial desire had been the right one…
"He's beautiful, Angela."
The artist beamed down at her son.
"I know. Isn't he gorgeous?"
"He really is, Angela," Booth chimed in from the couch. "Congratulations again for your son."
His eyes shifted briefly to his partner's stomach, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. His partner's voice brought him back to reality.
"But Angela, are you sure it's safe to bring Michael over here? With the decaying bodies and all, he could get really sick."
"Relax, Brennan. I called ahead. There are no autopsies being performed at the moment and the lab is cleaned every night. There is no cleaner place in all of D.C., including my house."
"Yeah, come on Bones!" Booth said, walking up to the two friends. "You heard her: no cleaner place. Well, I got to go. I'll leave you two ladies talking."
Giving Bones a quick kiss on the cheek, he walked out of the office, hearing Angela squeal behind him.
"What was that all about?" Angela asked, once she was sure Booth was out of earshot. "Are you two together?"
"No," Bones replied, slightly flushed from the kiss. "Why would you think something like that?"
Angela chuckled.
"Oh Sweetie, we've got loads to talk about."
"Don't you dare do anything like that again, Booth," Bones warned her partner.
"What?" her partner asked, innocently. "I didn't do anything wrong."
He kissed her again on the cheek.
"That's all I did."
Bones let out a low growl which reverberated against the walls of the quiet waiting room, making Booth chuckle.
"Bones, lighten up! I've done way worst to you than that."
"I'm sorry, Booth. I guess I'm just nervous."
Booth took her hand into his and gave it a small squeeze.
"It's normal to feel nervous. But, this is great! We're meeting our baby for the first time today! Aren't you curious as to what it looks like?"
"It'll look like a little peanut," Bones replied, matter-of-factly. "All foetuses look alike at this part of the gestation. You should know that. You've got a child. Didn't you accompany Rebecca to her appointments?"
"No." Booth replied, letting go of her hand.
Leaning back against the wall, he sighed.
Realizing she might have struck a sensitive cord, Bones immediately felt bad. She had been about to apologize when a nurse appeared in the doorway separating the waiting room from the hallway leading to the different offices.
"Temperance Brennan? Please, come with me."
