I think I've lost my muse. Please let me know what you think, and how I can improve. Thanks.
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Hunched over her toilet five minutes before she had to be at the lab was not an ideal way for Brennan to start the day. Cursing silently, she stood up and examined herself in the mirror. In Angela's terms, she looked like crap. There were bags under her eyes, and her face was pale. What happened to that pregnancy glow that people always talked about?
She had gotten next to no sleep last night. After tossing and turning, she finally got to sleep only to be woken up with a nightmare.
She was sitting in a rocking chair, in what looked like a nursury. Looking down, there was a baby in her arms, a bottle to her mouth. Watching herself from a third person view, she could see that she was happy. There was even a small smile on her face. All of a sudden the child in her arms started crying, and she could see herself trying to calm her. Then through the door came two men who took the crying baby. In a robotic tone she heard them tell her that she was "An unfit mother." Crying, and trying to reach her baby is how she awoke.
"Hold it together." She told herself, more like pleaded with herself as she left her apartment that morning.
Sitting down at her office, after talking with Cam, Brennan pulled up Google. Alex, Alyxx, Ashlee, Aiden, Ava, Adalyn. She read from a list.
"Adalyn's nice for a girl. I could call her Addie."
"Awe, Addie's so cute!" Angela exclaimed, walking into her best friend's office.
"Angela, you scared me."
"Hey, listen, I saw Booth headed this way, and he lookes like someone just told him that hockey was no more."
"Oh, you're insinuating that he looked sad."
"Sweetie, what did you do?"
"C'mon Bones, I thought we were past this." Were Booth's words as he entered Brennan's office. "Angela." He acknowledged, as she hurried out.
"You're going to have to be more specific Booth."
"Why did you assign Clark as my forensic anthropologist? I thought we kissed and made up."
"We never kissed."
Booth sighed. She could be so damn literal sometimes.
"Do you think I would be a good mother?"
Brennan caught him off guard for only a second before he answered. "Temperance, you'd be an amazing mother. I wouldn't doubt that for a second." Brennan seemed to think about that for a few seconds. "Now Bones, what's this all about? Clark's fine, but he's no you."
"What? Of course he's not me. And I apologize, but I just can't work this case." And at that, she swiveled around in her chair, and waited for Booth to leave. She wasn't all too surprised however, when he plopped down on her couch.
They sat there like that for a few minutes, until Brennan clicked on the tab she had closed when he walked in. "What are you looking at?" Brennan, who didn't hear Booth get up from the couch, let out a small yelp.
"Nothing, Booth. Privacy please." Brennan said, pushing Booth away. Grabbing her arms from his chest, he grinned and pulled her up onto her feet. Booth broke their stare momentarily to look at the screen behind her.
"Baby names?" Suddenly the nausea, the question, all made sense. "Are you Pregnant?"
"Dr. Brennan? Oh, am I interrupting something?" Clark asked, walking into Brennan's office. He could feel the tension between the two.
"Yes." and "No." Came at the same time. "What do you need?" Brennan asked.
"I can't figure out what might have caused the perimortem fractures on this skull."
As Brennan was walking out of her office, Booth moved to stop her, grabbing her arm. "Temperance." He spoke slowly and in a deep voice.
"Seely." Was what she left him with after yanking her arm free from his grasp and walking out of his view.
Pounding on her door, Booth looked at his watch. It was too early for Brennan to be asleep. Booth hadn't seen or heard from her after she walked off earlier that afternoon, leaving him with a ton of questions.
"Bones, I am not against knocking the door down." An empty threat, he knew. His shoulder was already killing him, but why did she need to know that?
"How can I help you?" Brennan asked, opening the door, leaving her chain lock on. She was really not in a good mood to have this conversation.
"You can help me by answering my question. Bones, are you pregnant?"
