Chapter Two: Six months earlier.

Brennan was examining some remains on the platform of the Jeffersonian. She was deep in thought and didn't see or hear her partner approach quietly behind her. Angela saw him coming, but did nothing to alert her friend. She loved to see this new relationship between them. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around to surprise her. He was very surprised when she pushed him back and promptly vomited on his shoes.

"Whoa, sorry there Bones, I didn't even think." He leaned down to place his hand on her back, she was still bent over.

"It's okay Seeley; I've just been a little nauseous this morning. You couldn't have known." She stood up and revealed her positively green pallor to the two who stood near her. Angela looked shocked.

"Are you okay Sweetie, you don't look very good?" The artist was having suspicions as to why Brennan had just thrown up.

"I think that I might need to lie down for a minute, if my 'boyfriend' here will accompany me." Booth, looking incredibly guilty, guided her down the steps and helped her to her office.

They passed Cam and Hodgins on the stairs, but Booth waved away their questioning looks. The Squints continued up to where Angela was standing, looking at her now for an explanation. She just shrugged, and diverted Hodgins away from where Brennan's breakfast lay on the floor.

"Brennan just totally threw up all over Booth." She was laughing as she said it.

"Wow," Cam looked surprised, "I've never seen Doctor Brennan even flinch before at anything decomposing. Do you think...?"

Hodgins was following the conversation, and even he caught on to the implications of Cam's unfinished question. He looked at the ladies and smirked,

"I always thought you and I would be the first to have kids. Boy are they in trouble." He looked at Angela.

"Why would they be in trouble?" Cam asked him, "They're two consenting adults, involved in a relationship; I think it would be good for Doctor Brennan to settle down a bit."

"No, I just mean that if their kid gets his looks and her brains, it's going to be a heartbreaker. They are in trouble!"

The three of them laughed, and Angela stopped a passing janitor to ask if he could come and clean up the mess.

In her office, Seeley guided her to her couch and helped her lay down. He sat beside where she lay and tenderly stroked her forehead. Color was returning to her face, and eventually she smiled at him.

"I told you everything happens eventually Bones." He smirked at her.

"What?" She had no idea what he was talking about.

"A long time ago, we had a conversation where you said that you never vomit, and I told you that everything happens eventually. Turns out I was right." He gave her a knowing look.

"Well, looks like you were right this time. I think, in all fairness, that I have a pretty good excuse for what happened."

"You have a very good excuse." He smiled warmly and put his hand on her abdomen, which was starting to round nicely. He looked back at the platform, where all the squints were looking in their direction.

"I think our little secret is out though."

She put hers hands on his, and smiled,

"Our 'little' secret wasn't going to stay little forever. I was going to start to show eventually." She tried to smile at him, but nausea was making itself known again.

He was looking back at the squint squad and he noticed Doctor Sweets was leaning on the railing, talking to the people on the platform. His head turned in their direction repeatedly and eventually he started making his way towards them.

"We've got company, are you ready for this?" He looked at her face for any signs of panic. There were none. "Sweets is coming."

"Dammit." Was all she said.

Sweets stood in the doorway with a shocked expression on his face. It was a minute before he said anything.

"Hey, are congratulations in order?" His boyish face looked hopeful. Brennan sat up on the couch to face him.

"Are you offering them?" Booth could have sworn there was sarcasm in her voice. His grin was lighting up the room.

"Of course I am. I find it a little surprising though, considering Doctor Brennan's opinion on child-bearing though. What changed your mind?"

"I got pregnant. That changed it very quickly." Booth laughed out loud at her comment. Sweets just shook his head.

"How far along are you?"

"Just over three months. Everything is progressing as it should be." Booth put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. She was becoming more comfortable with his public displays of affection all the time. He was thrilled by her progress.

They could both see Sweets doing the math in his head.

"That means your first month of pregnancy was happening while Booth was in the Coma?"

"Well, I didn't know I was pregnant at the time, but yes, I guess that would add up." She got up and walked towards her desk.

"How do you guys feel about this turn of events?" He really wanted to know.

"It's our little miracle, conceived in a dream." Booth answered the question with a sparkle in his eye, directed at his partner. She smiled warmly at him. She was still a little green.

Sweets didn't really know what that meant, but he was pleased that the two of them seemed happy with the situation. This was a very unexpected turn of events in their relationship. He was very happy for them.

"Can I give you a hug Doctor Brennan?" Booth had stood up and walked to her side. She looked up at him before she answered,

"Sure."

He hugged her affectionately, and when he released her, he looked at the tall FBI agent, his arms outstretched. Booth shook his head, and crossed his arms.

"Not going to happen Sweets. Don't even try." Brennan laughed out loud.

They let Sweets know, that they had somewhere to be, and quickly took their leave of his presence. They were stopped by all the squints in the lab, who wanted confirmation of their suspicions. They told the truth and were rewarded by hugs and kisses from everyone. Most of them received by Brennan, Booth just smiled proudly. Everyone was thrilled for them. They had been through so much in the last months, with Booth's brain injury and recovery that everyone was delighted that finally, some good news was out there.

They walked into the diner to discover that their appointment was already there waiting for them. The tall, British Doctor stood up to greet them, and shook both of their hands before settling back down, his cup of coffee already half gone.

"Hello Gordon, Gordon. Hope we didn't keep you waiting, we were slightly detained by the crowd of well-wishers at the lab." Brennan slapped his arm,

"Booth will you stop calling him that, I'm sure he doesn't appreciate it." Booth waited until Brennan had sat down, before he followed. He smiled at her.

"I really don't mind Doctor Brennan, it's sort of an," he paused making a rolling gesture with his hand, "Let's say...inside joke between us... a sign of our mutual respect, if you will. Now, what's this about well-wishing?"

They were briefly interrupted by the waitress taking their order. He ordered pie and coffee; she ordered dry toast and green tea. Booth put his arm around the back of her chair, and she leaned into it.

"Our secret has been discovered." Booth smiled at him from across the table.

"Well, it seems I lost the bet. You did manage to keep it secret for longer than I expected. I suppose lunch is on me then." His accent played across the table. "How are you feeling about impending parenthood now that everyone knows?"

"We're still thrilled. Aren't we?" Booth looked at his partner. She nodded at him, and then at Doctor Wyatt.

"Now," the Doctor continued, "Does this change anything about what we spoke about last time? Do you still have fears about what it could mean when you are both working a case, and the little one waits for you at home."

Brennan confided further to both of them, that her fears of something happening to one or both of them while working a case where still very strong. Having been left an orphan herself, she worried greatly that her child may be faced with the same scenario that had played out for her.

Doctor Wyatt and Booth both tried to convince her that you could not anticipate every circumstance that might happen, especially when it came to children. There was no book that described how to deal with day to day happenings, and sometimes you just had to accept that things were going to happen that were beyond your control. Booth told her the story about how once, Parker had fallen off a slide, and broken his arm, and he spent the whole night crying, worried that he was a bad father. She returned his sentiment with a kiss on the cheek, and the comeback, that he was very, very good father to Parker, as she was sure he would be with their child.

She seemed to understand what they were saying, but neither of the men was sure if her fears had been completely dissuaded. They would keep working on her. She had come a long way in only a few short months. Baby steps, Booth thought to himself. Then he laughed to himself at his pun.

Both of his lunch companions looked at him, and he waved off their confused looks. He didn't feel the need to share his little joke.

The Doctor went on,

"Now, have either of you considered a change in career, if these fears of Doctor Brennan's continue to dominate her thoughts?"

The partners went into an hour long, sometimes heated explanation as to why they did the jobs they did. How they made the world a better place. Doctor Wyatt listened with interest, making notes in his head about things they each said, to bring up a later date. Despite the fact that he had 'retired' from being a professional psychologist, these two interested him greatly. It was worth the time not spent in his patio garden to help them with their problems. Such as they were.

Their session was ended by the ringing of Booth's cell phone. He stood up from the table, and wandered away to take the call.

When he came back, he apologized to the kind Doctor that they had to go. A body had been discovered. They both thanked him for his time, and after Booth had helped her with her jacket, they left the diner, hand in hand, and headed for their car. The Doctor smiled to himself, paid the bill, and headed home, thinking that barbeque would be nice for dinner.

In the car, on the way to the crime scene, Brennan was getting slightly annoyed at Booth's repeated questions as to whether or not she was feeling up to the case. He had been warned that it was a nasty one. She informed him, that women had been having babies since the beginning of time, and it was no excuse to be negligent of her duties. He finally let it go, but continued to glance at her with a concerned look on his face.

When they got to the crime scene, it turned out the body had been dumped in a farmer's field, and the farmer had driven over it with his thresher. Body parts were everywhere, chopped into fine little pieces. They got to within 10 feet of the scene, and Brennan started to heave. She leaned over and lost her lunch. The FBI medical examiner, that they worked with on a regular basis covered a smile with his hand, but couldn't help his comment, knowing of their relationship,

"What's the matter Agent Booth, did you knock her up or something?"

Booth gave him a murderous glare, and bent over his partner, rubbing her back while she continued to vomit. When it seemed that she was finished, she stood up and looked at the examiner who was still watching the two,

"That's a distasteful way of putting it." She looked up at Booth, ignoring the shocked look on the other man's face, and added,

"It would seem that I am not in full control of my hormones." Booth kept rubbing her back, as they walked back to the car.