Disclaimer: I own the apples, thats about it.

A/N 1- Thank you to everyone who reviewed, this chapter is a shorter, but still, I hope you like. To clear up a few things, Primigravida refers to a woman in her first pregancy and the 'letter' was simply a letter than Brennan had recieved from the Pregnancy clinic, confirming her results and filling her in on first time mother stuff. Seeing as I am seventeen and have never had a child or been to a pregnancy clinic, I am taking a creative licence with that .

: Primigravida : Chapter Two :

As the morning light crept into his bedroom, Seely Booth was already plotting his Tuesday out in his head. First; arrest murderous bastard, then; interrogate murderous bastard, finally; tell grieving family they found the bastard who killed their eleven year old daughter. Opening his eyes, he squinted through the light and turned to his alarm clock. 5:00 am. With a groan, he made an amendment to his mental list. First; find coffee. Rolling back over, he paused to place a kiss on the bare shoulder of his sleeping girlfriend before dragging himself from the bed, and was rewarded with a tiny grunt of acknowledgement.

Bones' pregnancy had reminded him just why he loved her so damn much. When most women felt tired, at this point in her pregnancy Brennan had more energy than ever. And when most women had junk-food cravings, Bones was on the ultimate health kick. It had all started when Angela showed up at their apartment with a bushel full of Pregnancy Health books. "I'm just worried about you and Baby, Bren." she had said, handing off the books to Booth before proceeding to tell a barely baby-bumped Bones all about the dangers of, well, everything. Since then, his world was full of words like free-range, organic, unbleached flour, and gluten-free.

Eyes closed again to fight off the final stages of awakeness, Booth shuffled his bare feet in the general direction of the kitchen. He had lived here for long enough that he could easily get from the bedroom to the coffee maker without opening his eyes. He had even purchase one of those fancy machines that, if programmed properly, made your coffee for you in the mornings when you pour the grinds in the night before. Groping around until he found his mug, he picked the coffee pot up from its base and upended it in the direction of his cup. Instead of the sound of the holy black liquid swirling into his cup, he was rewarded with a few muffled thuds. Opening his eyes, he lifted the pot to his face for examination. Where his coffee should have been, hot and strong, there lay four round, green, Granny Smith apples. On the side of the coffee pot opposite him, there was a bright yellow post-it. Fumbling to pull it from the glass surface, he forced his eyes to fully focus long enough to read:

' Chapter 13 says that fresh apples will prove as well equipped as caffeinated beverages to wake us up in the morning.'

Hoping that his pregnant girlfriend with all the doctorates knew what she was talking about, Booth fought the coffee pot for a moment to retrieve an apple and added glorious coffee to his list of this he wasn't going to see for the next seven months.

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Author's Note 2- I read that thing about apples somewhere. shrug I hope you like. I'm pretty sure this is going to become a series of stand alones that serve the purpose of one story. The next chapter is going to be when they tell everyone the news, probably done as a flashback so it fits better.

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