A/N: This is my first Bones fic although I have been reading it for quite some time. I haven't dared to write one myself because it is very hard to accurately portray Booth and Bones. However, I gave my best. And I am not a native English speaker.
Temperance Brennan was not known to panic. But as she stared at the small white rectangular thing in her hand, she felt her control disappear and panic and worry taking over her in an instant.
Oh. My. God. This cannot be happening. I can't be pregnant.
She double-checked the instructions and the test. Pink is positive. And pink it was.
Brennan leaned against the back of her chair and closed her eyes. She tried to remember if they had had sex without protection but they had always been safe. Either condoms or the pill. That brought her to another thought.
What will Booth think?
They had been in a romantic relationship for five months and her indivertible logic told her that Booth would be over the moon. He wanted children. He wanted children with her.
But she wasn't sure she was ready for that yet.
"Okay, spill." Angela stood on the door to her office and gave her the I-know-you-are-hiding-something look.
"Why should I want to spill my coffee? It would only burn and…" Brennan's face read confusion.
"It's an expression, meant to say: tell me what you are not telling me."
"There's nothing to tell, Ange."
But the artist was not to be convinced so easily. "No, no, I know you're hiding something. You're nervous, you're deep in thought, you showed up late and you are not examining bones down there but are sitting in your office. So, spill."
Brennan sighed. She knew that Angela would be without a doubt thrilled but she didn't know if she could convince her she was happy too.
"Well?"
"Oh, okay. I'm pregnant."
Angela's jaw dropped before she squealed, ran over to Brennan and hugged her tightly.
"Oh my god! This is so great! How far along are you?"
"I don't know. I just found out this morning."
"This is just unbelievable!" Angela exclaimed once more, letting her go and sitting down.
"Not really. I mean, I am an adult and so is Booth and since we are in a relationship, we do have sex and-"
"Sweetie, I didn't mean that. Wait, you planned this and I didn't know?"
"No. I am on the pill but logically no birth control is 100 certain although it defies logic that out of 100 million women in the world who use it, I happen to be a part of the 0.12 whose pill fails them. But I'm sure that Booth will be happy."
Her face acquired the usual look of whenever she was contemplating something that didn't quite add up.
"Honey, what about you? Are you happy?" Angela sensed her unease even though her face didn't show emotions.
"Of course." Brennan smiled but her eyes expressed something of a worry and confusion before she shaded the emotions.
"Does Booth know?"
"Does Booth know what?" His voice startled them both as they turned to see him standing in the doorway with the usual smile on his face.
"Ooh, you are so gonna love this! I'll let you two be alone now." Angela stood and, winking at Booth, left.
He turned to Brennan, confusion written all over his face. "What was that all about?"
She sighed, definitely not wanting to talk about it. But knowing Booth, he wouldn't leave it alone.
"I need to tell you something."
His expression automatically turned to worry as he approached her and took her hands in his. "Is something wrong?"
"I… We… We're having a baby."
Booth's eyes widened in surprise. Leave it to Brennan to blurt it out just like that.
"Are you sure?"
"Well, I took a pregnancy test and it is not believed to be 100 accurate but I am quite sure, yes."
Without saying anything, he pulled her into a tight embrace and just held her. She tensed at first at the sudden contact but quickly relaxed. It was so right. Maybe everything is going to turn out okay.
He then kissed her sweetly and whispered, "I am so happy."
She wouldn't break his happiness. Not now. She would be happy about this child as well.
Two months later
Brennan sat in her office, hand resting on the barely noticeable curve of her stomach. She was 13 weeks into the pregnancy and was getting used to being pregnant. It had been weird at first.
Booth had become even more protective of her – if that was possible – and it had taken her a lot of arguing and logical explanation to convince him that she needed to work and that she would be safe.
Angela wanted to go shopping for baby clothes and items and arrange a baby shower. She didn't find it logical to buy things for someone who hadn't been born yet or to have a party so she would have to tell everyone things about the pregnancy that she considered intimate. Booth also wanted to find out the sex and then pick out names.
For Temperance Brennan, this all seemed a bit unreal. She didn't admit it out loud but she couldn't make herself love the baby before birth. She just couldn't love something that wasn't real. Yet.
She was shaken out of her thoughts by the sudden sharp pain in her stomach. Her doctor had told her it was nothing to worry about.
But the pain repeated itself. She smoothed her stomach, trying to calm the feeling. Wrinkling her brow, she tried to determine what was causing the pain. And that was how Booth found her.
"Bones, do you have the-" his words died on his lips when he noticed her troubled expression.
"Are you okay?" In a second he was by her side.
"I'm fine, it's nothing." She smiled but the smile was broken when another pain wave hit her.
"It's not nothing. I am going to take you to the doctor's."
Brennan wanted to argue; she didn't need anybody taking care of her but the increasing amount of pain wouldn't allow her to say anything so she just nodded and stood up.
"Let me hold you."
"Booth, you don't need to tr-" she started but stopped abruptly as Booth saw her fainting and caught her before she fell down.
"Bones! Bones, wake up!" he said in a frightened voice as he gathered her in his arms. Ambulance would take more time than his own driving.
Everything was like a blur to him: the drive to the hospital, the nurses and doctors hurrying to them, taking Brennan and telling him to wait. All he knew was that now he was sitting in a waiting room with Angela and Hodgins by his side, all trying not to worry and make a good face.
But no matter how tough or emotionless he was trained to be, the thought of something being wrong with Bones, his Bones and their baby, was too much for him.
After what seemed like hours and hours of waiting, the doctor who had taken her, came to them. He wasn't smiling.
"Are you here for Temperance Brennan?"
Booth jumped up at these words. "How is she?"
"I'm sorry to tell you this but she miscarried. The embryo had a genetic problem…" Booth couldn't hear anything else. The only thing he heard was that she had miscarried. They had lost their baby. Fate had played a cruel trick on them.
"…you can see her in room 314." Doctor's last words came through to him and he hurried towards the room, not even thinking. He just needed to see her.
She turned to look at him as she heard him enter and he was stunned by her blank expression.
Booth sat down on her bed. Neither one said anything; they couldn't express the turmoil they were living through.
"It's all my fault."
Her voice was weak but Booth could hear it clearly.
"What?"
"It's all my fault."
"No, Tempe, don't say that. The doctor said there was nothing we could do; you are not to be blamed in any way."
He looked straight into her eyes and saw unspilled tears glistening, threatening to break loose any moment.
"It is my fault. I didn't want this child; I wasn't really ready and I couldn't love the baby. I am to be blamed that he didn't want to come."
"Oh, Tempe…." He embraced her, feeling every inch of her pain.
In the comfort of his arms, she let the tears come. She cried for her family, for her childhood, for Booth, for their relationship. But most of all, she cried for the child she would never know but could only grieve.
A/N: I really would appreciate if you reviewed. Was it believable or OOC? Should I continue with the story or leave it a oneshot (if I continue, it is not going to be a happy tale)?