Hey guys! I know that no one complained about my English but I need to tell you anyway (in case of horrible mistakes): English is not my native language and my editor is Swedish. If you find mistakes, feel free to tell me. Really, I need to know my flaws, since I want to improve my writing. Thank you for reading and commenting!
The next day...
Temperance Brennan grinned at her best friend, who had just forced her husband to go away, only to make her friend go on talking about the previous night.
"Please tell me that something happened ... please..." Angela Montenegro begged and folded her hands. "Please, Brennan ..."
"If you mean sex with 'something', then yes, something happened," Bones answered and Angela clapped her hands.
"I can't believe it!" she shouted. "That is amazing, that is - wow! It was so long overdue, sweetie, really. Oh my God..."
"Yes. It was, as expected, multiply satisfying."
"Multiply!?" Angela shrieked. "Oh, I knew it, he's really good, isn't he?!"
Even though she didn't want to, Bones blushed. She just couldn't hold it back. "Yes. Really, really good. I just hope he's fit now."
Angela let out a laugh. "Oh, you."
Bones grimaced. "And ... I ... might have told him that I love him."
"What? You - awwwww!" Angela let out and jumped up and down. "You love-"
"Ange, be careful, the baby!" Bones shouted and Angela quit jumping, pressing her hands on her belly.
"Brennan. Did he return the love declaration?"
"Why, yes, he told me he loved me back," Bones answered and Angela "awww"ed again.
"Have you talked about your relationship? Are you together now?" she wanted to know, whereon Bones only shrugged.
"I don't know, we didn't talk. Should we?"
Angela nodded determined. "Tonight. After Vincent's... After the burial. Pour a glass of wine, forget about the sad happenings and ask him if you're a couple now. Okay?"
Bones sighed. "You don't know if he'll survive the hunt on Broadsky. But okay, if he does, I'll ask him."
In the evening...
Booth had just announced that he was tired and would go to bed. He slipped into his jacket, obviously slow, as if he wanted to show Bones that he was waiting for her.
Angela noticed and elbowed her best friend. "I bet you must be tired too," she said, lifting her eyebrows at the anthropologist.
"Yes, I am indeed," Bones replied.
"I'll drive you home," Booth immediately offered and Angela had to press her lips together, otherwise she would have burst into laughter. They were so obvious, yet no one seemed to notice, not even Hodgins.
But then she remembered that it wasn't something so unusual, Brennan and Booth had left together a zillion times, he had even driven her home at least a hundred times of those before. But as the couple left, they did something they usually didn't do:
Brennan took his hand and Booth leaned down for a quick kiss on her forehead.
It was incredibly cute.
Angela pressed her lips together even harder now, this time though Hodgins noticed.
"What's wrong, Angie? Does the baby kick?"
"It's about Booth and Brennan," Angela replied and her friends all looked out of the window, observing Booth and Brennan entering the car. Nothing new about that. "I have the feeling that things between them will change now."
"Angela knows something," Booth said as soon as he started the car.
"What do you mean?" Bones asked and Booth smiled lightly.
"She didn't move her eyes away from us for a second. Do you think her pregnant brain sensed anything?"
"Booth, her brain cannot be pregnant," Bones replied, narrowing her eyes at her partner, who just had to laugh. "Imagine a pregnant brain," Bones continued, making Booth laugh even more. "That is not funny."
"It actually is," Booth chuckled. "But what I meant was - you know, when a woman is pregnant, her whole body is."
"That is illogical," Bones said.
"No, it's not," Booth said and laughed more. "But back to my suspicion of Angela knowing -"
"She knows," Bones said.
"You noticed it too?"
"Noticed what?"
Booth sighed. "That she looked at us more than usual."
"Yes, because she knows," Bones said again. "Because I told her."
Short silence. "You told her? Why?"
"She's my best friend. Wouldn't you tell your best friend too?"
"I ... well, I would tell you." Booth lifted his shoulders. "I guess you're my best friend."
Bones smiled. "That would be cute if the term 'friend' didn't refer to someone you love without wanting to have sex with him."
"Okay, then my best friend is Sweets," Booth said and Bones nodded.
"That seems accurate."
"But still I won't tell him about us yet."
Short silence until Booth spoke up once again. "Wait, did you tell her that you and I made love?"
"I basically told her that we had sex, with exactly those words. I did not use the words 'love making', even though I have to admit that, after last night, I know that it is possible to 'make love', by means of two people who deeply care for each other."
"Such as us two?"
"Certainly."
Booth smiled and reached for Bones' hand. "So, what did Angela say?"
"She didn't say a lot but she did jump around and squeal. I was scared she'd come into labour any moment."
"She's a wonderful friend," Booth said gently and squeezed his partner's hand.
"I know." Bones smiled lightly. "So, what now? Will you drive me home and then come upstairs with me?"
"I was hoping for an invitation," Booth said and smiled at his partner.
She was his best friend. For sure.
Half an hour later the "friends" were kissing on Bones' couch.
They had emptied the two glasses of red wine, had talked and eventually started kissing.
They had agreed to keep their relationship secret for the beginning, even though Bones said that she felt like telling Angela.
"Please at least wait until the baby is born," Booth begged. "I want to have you for myself for a while. I don't want to talk to anyone about us, especially not Sweets. Tell her we've agreed to take baby steps."
"I don't know what that means," Bones had said with a cocked eyebrow and Booth had leaned in.
"That means that we kiss and don't tell," he had whispered.
And now they kissed, a kiss that led to more quickly. Right there, on Bones' couch, in Bones' living room, surrounded by the countless decorations of Bones' weird taste in interior design.
As promised, they kept their relationship secret. Bones told Angela that, after a major big step, they had realised they shouldn't rush it and come to the conclusion that taking baby steps was better than jumping into a relationship without thinking.
"Is that what you think, sweetie?" Angela asked. "Cause it sounds a lot like you, very rational and brain led. What does Booth think?"
"Booth thinks the same as I," Bones replied. "He even said that part with the baby steps, I don't think he wants to rush it either after Hannah. I mean, that was rushed, wasn't it?"
"Yes, you're right," Angela answered, "But does that mean you're not ... together?"
"Not really. Rather no than yes. We're having a date tonight, maybe he'll bring me home and kiss me but I will not invite him in. We've already had sex, I now know he's got a great condition and body quality and he thinks the same about me. Which means we can and will take it slow, until we've decided to mate officially."
"Please don't say mate," Angela said while shaking her head. "You're no animals."
"Seen anthropologically, we are -"
"Please," Angela said and sighed. "I've heard enough. Tell me when you've come further with your baby steps. I love you, okay?"
"I love you too, Ange," Bones replied and watched her best friend leave. Deep in thoughts she leaned back and sighed. She knew she shouldn't have lied to her best friend.
But the secret became even more complicated as Temperance Brennan found out about her pregnancy.
Only three weeks after her first intercourse with the agent she noticed her mood swings but didn't think about it, she knew she'd soon have her period.
But said period didn't come.
First Bones ignored the fact, knowing that hormones could run crazy after a shock. And Vincent's death had definitely been a shock. She waited two more weeks, in which her mood swings worsened, her appetite grew and so did her hips.
She noticed as she tried to squeeze herself into her favourite jeans but failed, she had to exchange them for a skirt.
"Do you think I gained weight?" she asked Booth after a heavy session of love making.
Booth stared at her. "Is there a way I can answer that question correctly?" he asked carefully and Bones shrugged.
"Why not? I want to know the truth, so shoot. Not literally, please."
Booth looked at her from head to toe, then shook his head.
"You are the sexiest and most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Your curves are all on the right places and only looking at you makes me want to have you again."
"Then have me," Bones said with a grin and let her partner love her again.
But the day after she went to her gynaecologist, who confirmed her suspicion, telling her that she was in her sixth week of pregnancy.
Bones couldn't stop smiling while driving home. Who should she tell about it first, Booth or Angela? Booth, of course, he was the father.
But at first she collected the wine bottles she had stored at home and stuffed them into a box. Said box she brought to the basement, drinking the wine could wait until the baby was born.
The baby.
Bones sat down on the edge of her bed, staring into the air. She was still smiling.
I'm pregnant ... with Booth's baby ...
It was just the way she had wished it to be some time ago, only back then she hadn't considered conceiving a baby the natural way.
Now that she knew there was a human inside of her, she could even feel the bump. It was small and not visible, but she could feel it.
"I love you so much," she whispered. "I promise I will do anything for you. You are my life now. I love you so much, baby ..."
