Author's Note: Hi hi guys! Here it is, the sequel to The Secret In The Lie. I hope that ya'll like it. I'll warn you now that this first chapter I wrote at the time that my dog died, so if it's a bit off that's why. First things first, this story is dedicated to HannahMustGo for her complete support, and for helping me develop a few ideas for this story, and hopefully she will continue to do so as I keep writing this, right? Also, the updates on this will be slower than with The Secret In The Lie, at least for a little while, because I have a play that I am currently working on, and it's taking up a lot of my time. But once we're done with that then it should be a lot faster. Love you all guys, and I hope you love, or at lest like this story. Also, thanks to HannahMustGo for pointing out that my line breaks were missing, I've added them now, and hopefully they decide to stick around this time.
Azzi

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Although it was her first pregnancy it was not an experience that Doctor Temperance Brennan was new to. Not that long ago Brennan and her then partner, now husband, Special Agent Seeley Booth had embarked on an undercover mission that required them to fake a pregnancy. It had been a very thorough experience, right down to the fake baby bellies and had eventually led to her adopting a baby boy, Tyler Kyle Booth. Tyler had entered their lives on the 28th of January. As it happened the Christmas beforehand Booth and Brennan had, well, let's just say that they got intimate, hence the pregnancy, well, the real one anyway. Entering her second trimester now Brennan knew that she had to tell everyone that Tyler was not her biological son, though he felt like that to her. She would have kept it a secret, the whole undercover mission, but having two children born approximately eight months apart would seem a bit off. This was the reason that Brennan, a normally very confident woman, now stood in front of her best friend, and Forensic Artist, Angela Montenegro's office, chewing nervously on her lip. Taking in a deep breath she knocked on the door. The response was faint, but a definite 'Come in.' Brennan took another breath and entered the office. It was a cosy office, comforting, she often elected to sleep on Angela's couch instead of her own.

"Her Ange," Brennan greeted her friend meekly.

Angela looked, sensing her friend's mood, "Hey Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"I have to tell you something," Brennan sat on the couch. "And you're not going to like it."

Angela got up and joined her friend on the sofa, "What is it Bren?"

"Okay," Brennan began. "First, I have to let you know that I love Booth, with all of what I used to believe was a mixture of chemicals, but Booth has now otherwise convinced me, is a heart.
Okay, I have to tell you that Tyler is not his son."

"Bren," Angela put her hand on her friend's knee. "If Ty's not Booth's, then who is his dad?"

"I don't know," Brennan replied, then swiftly continued before Angela said anything. "He's not my son either, I adopted him."

"What?" Angela let out a disbelieving laugh. "No Bren, I saw you, you were huge, most definitely preggo."

"No," Brennan shook her head. "It was part of an undercover mission to catch Catherine Kulluya, and since she was going after recently married, pregnant women around their thirties, Hacker thought Booth and I were perfect candidates for the job."

"You could have told me, Brennan," Angela said, looking very hurt. "I'm your best friend, I would have kept it a secret."

Brennan nodded, "I know Ange, but the FBI is very strict about things like this. If they'd found out that you knew it wouldn't only be my head on the line, it would be yours too."

Angela gave her own nod, "I'm not forgiving you that easily, but I understand why you did it. Just one thing though, why are you telling me this know."

Brennan looked down at her hands in her lap, "Mainly because I thought you ought to know, but also because I am really pregnant, and I need the support of my best friend."

"Really?" Angela had to ask.

Brennan nodded.

"Oh my God!" Angela exclaimed and rushed forward. "Sweetie! Wow! Congratulations!"

"Thanks Ange," Brennan said, accepting the hug that came at her.

"Who's the baby's daddy?" Angela wanted to know.

"Booth," Brennan replied softly.

"Does he know?" Angela asked, not questioning her friend's status with the FBI agent, they had, after all, been living together and married for a year.

Brennan nodded, "We found out not long after we got Tyler."

"So this rendezvous took place a while ago," Angela half asked, half stated.

"Christmas," Brennan confirmed. "Or at least the first 'rendezvous' took place on December twenty fifth."

Angela's eyes lit up at this passing comment.

Brennan continued, "We thought it best we tell all of our friends about the undercover operation. Booth says it's only fair after everything we put everyone through, and I agree. You were all so happy for us, and we owe it to you to tell the truth."

"Thanks Bren," Angela smiled. "But I wanna know how you pulled it off. I mean, you were huge Sweetie, and I felt the kicking and you have Tyler now. How did you do it, Brennan?"

Brennan said, "We had latex baby bellies, which gave the illusion that I was pregnant. After about the fourth month these bellies were fitted with a spring mechanism that makes it seem as though it was the kicking of an unborn child. I also wore padded bras that made it seem as though my breasts were enlarging in preparation for breast feeding. You may have noticed that my body went back to its original size immediately after catching Kulluya."

"And where did Ty come from?" Angela repeated.

"According to Sweets his mother didn't want him," Brennan told her. "Booth and I adopted him after the case was closed."

"Have you told the others?" Angela wanted to know.

"Booth's telling Cam now," replied Brennan. "And I was hoping that you would tell Hodgins. I'm going to tell Zack before I go tonight. We're having a family dinner tonight so that we can inform Hank, Max and Russ and tomorrow when Parker comes over we're going to let him know."

"Poor Parker, he's going to be heart broken when he finds out," Angela voiced what Brennan was thinking.

Brennan stood up, "I think I had better go and tell Zack now."

"Okay," Angela gave her friend a quick hug. "I hope he takes it okay."

Brennan turned to leave, and Angela added, in a slightly harsh tone,

"This isn't the sort of thing you keep a secret, Brennan. It's not the way that friendship works."


Zack was cleaning some striation markings on a tibia when Brennan found him.

"Zack!" she called for his attention.

Placing his brush and the bone on the table in front of him he turned to face her, "Yes, Doctor Brennan?"

"I have something to tell you."

"About the bones?" Zack wanted to know.

"No," Brennan shook her head. "About Tyler and Booth. And about me."

Zack stood attentively, waiting for her to continue.

"Tyler is not my biological son."

Zack nodded, "I noticed that. Over the six months of the nine month gestation period assosiated with the bearing of human offspring where the body goes through the most changes yours weren't quite right. Although your body went through many changes that are apparent during pregnancy, you did not appear to go through any of the subtler changes, such as the widening of the hips, a lack of balance and rapid hormonal indifference. Though I'm not sure why you did it."

"Very observant Zack, well done," Brennan approved. "I did it as part of an undercover operation to catch Catherine Kulluya."

"I've also noticed something else," Zack shuffled his feet in a nervous manner.

Brennan looked at him to go on.

"From observing you over the past two months and five days that you are now experiencing those subtler differences that it can be concluded that you are currently bearing child. Due to your marital status with Agent Booth I can assume that he is the most likely candidate for the father. Am I correct?"

Brennan nodded. Zack smiled and hugged her.

"I am told that the embrace of one person to another is a way of sharing happy and congratulatory feelings."

"Thank you Zack."


"I feel as if this will endanger the way Parker sees us," Brennan expressed her concerns to Booth.

"Max and Pops and Russ took it well," Booth took his hands in her own. "Parker will too."

"But he's so young," Brennan pointed out. "The young tend to be the most impressionable. What if he never trusts us again?"

"Look, Bones," Booth released her hands and held out his own in a calming gesture. "We agreed that it was unfair to lie to Parker, and we both feel guilty about it."

Brennan opened her mouth, but no other reason of objection came to her so when Booth used a finger to close her mouth she didn't argue.

"Come on," he smiled softly at her. "Let's go come clean."

"I had a shower this mor-" Brennan paused. "Oh, you mean it metaphorically. Well, I'll metaphorically be glad to get this off my chest."

Taking her hand in his they entered the diner where Parker waited with his mother. Parker waved happily as Rebecca approached them. They had told Rebecca what was going to happen today on the phone last night.

"I've told him that you have something important to tell him, and I bought him a milkshake, so he's as prepared as I can get him."

"Thank Rebecca," Booth glanced nervously down to where his son was blowing bubbles in his milkshake before turning to his wife. "Ready?"

Brennan shook her head in the negative before heading towards her stepson. Sliding into the booth with him they greeted him.

"Hi bub," Booth said, signalling the waitress for coffee.

"Hi Dad," Parker took another sip from his drink. "Hi Doctor Bones, where's Tyler?"

"Hi Parker," Brennan tried to smile. "He's with Angela."

"Am I in trouble?" Parker asked.

"No!" both adults rushed to reassure him.

"Then what's this about?" Parker attempted to raise a suspicious eyebrow, but only succeeded in scrunching one eye shut tight and having the other wide open.

"We have to tell you something important about your brother," Brennan opened.

"What?" Parker exclaimed in alarm. "Is he sick?"

"No," Brennan tried to calm him. "It's just, he's not really your brother."

Parker screwed up his face in confusion, "How come? I thought he was my brother."

"He's not your biological brother," Booth tried to explain.

"He's not?" the confusion could have been spotted from ten miles away.

Brennan and Booth shared a look, in order to explain this the conversation was about to become awkward.

"You know how babies are made, right?" Brennan asked straightforwardly.

"Sex, yeah," Parker nodded. "Everyone knows that."

"Well, your father and I didn't have sex to have Tyler," Brennan said. "We adopted him, which is kind of like buying him."

"Okay," Parker replied. "So how come you were prag... prog... pregnant? I know Tyler was inside your tummy."

"It was part of an undercover mission to catch a very bad person," Booth explained. "To find them Bones and I had to pretend we were having a baby, but it took so long that we had to get a real baby, which is Tyler."

"Oh, okay," Parker's face dropped. "So I don't really have a brother?"

Booth turned to look at Brennan and was saddened to see that her eyes, like his son's, were welling up with tears. He put a hand on her thigh and rubbed it reassuringly.

"Tyler is still your brother," Booth said firmly. "He's still part of our family, he just doesn't share the same DNA."

"And," Brennan added, her voice thick with tears not yet shed. "We have some good news too, I'm having a baby. A real baby. You're going to have another brother or sister."

"Really?" Parker's face lit up a little. "Like for real?"

Brennan nodded.

"Cool!" Parker grinned, then he suddenly put on a charm smile that could rival his father's. "Hey since you tromatised-"

"Traumatised," Brennan automatically corrected.

"Yeah, that too," Parker nodded, then continued. "Me with the news that my brother isn't really my brother can I please do something to help with the baby?"

"Sure, bub," Booth smiled at him. "What do you want to do?"

"Can I name it?" Parker asked.

Brennan and Booth exchanged an unsure look, then Brennan smiled softly and Booth reached out a hand, ruffling his son's hair.

"Sure thing, Parks," Booth said. "You can name it."


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