Chapter 2: Morning Sickness Isn't An Illness
She felt sick. She knew that for sure. Though, she didn't want to worry Booth.
Everyday like clockwork, she would wake up and run to the bathroom, then go to work as if nothing had happened.
Though it was one particular morning, she slipped up by Booth. Whom was awoken from a blissful slumber, to the sound of someone throwing up. Alarmed, he shot up out of bed.
He ran into the bathroom to find Brennan hunched over the porcelain toilet. He immediately ran to her side.
"Bones...Bones, are you okay...do you need anything?" Booth exclaimed, running a soothing hand down her back.
"Yeah...hold my hair back."
He bunched her hair and watched with concern as she threw up the last part of their dinner the night before.
Once she was done he watched as she thoroughly scrubbed her mouth clean.
"How long has this been happening?" Booth asked with concern.
"Two weeks."
"You didn't think to let me know about this?" Booth asked.
"I didn't want to worry you."
"Bones, we are in this together, you can count on me."
She suddenly had another verge of vertigo as she had to brace herself against the vanity. Booth immediately went behind her to catch her if she were to faint.
"You know what...why don't you go back to bed and I'll let the others know that you won't be in today." Booth suggested, noting her arms were warm.
"Booth...I am not contagious...I just have morning sickness...a very normal part of pregnancy." Brennan groaned, leaning back on him for support.
"I know...I know...it's just people will start asking questions if they see you puking in a trash can. Frankly, I am not ready to tell anyone yet."
"I see what you mean."
"Good. So now why don't you go rest a little bit and I'll fix you dry toast." Booth suggested, kissing the side of her neck.
"Okay...as long as you carry me."
"Okay." Booth replied, carrying her carefully and slowly to the bed. Kissing her forehead as she quickly fell asleep.
He then walked in the direction of the kitchen.
*So...please comment down in the review section what you thought and what you might want me to write for the next chapter. Until next time.*
