A month later, Brennan got sick. At first she assumed it was some weird "missing Booth" thing, but now she thought it was something more. She figured she'd caught a bug or something. But then when Angela hugged her for moral support, it hurt her breasts.
Not to mention having to pee at all hours of the day and night.
What tipped her you ask?
She missed her period, and was freaking out.
She held the little white stick with a plus sign. Brennan stared at it as if that would change the results.
Angela decided she could be the voice of reason. She sat on the couch with her best friend. "Sweetie, we're going to the doctor. But I'm surprised you'd have sex so soon after Booth. Who's the father anyway? A stranger?"
Brennan buried her head in a pillow. She mumbled something muffled that sounded like "mmph".
"What?"
She swung the pillow away, "BOOTH!" she screamed. And broke down crying again.
Angela was shocked. "Well, I mean, I know that we tease you but we never thought... When?"
"His last night." said Brennan, monotone.
Angela was at a loss for words.
...
Temperance found her doctor incredibly annoying. She kept staring at her like she couldn't believe she was looking at the Temperance Brennan's stomach. This itself was annoying, but Tempe nearly slapped her when she asked for a selfie halfway through the ultrasound.
Angela gave her a death glare. "Are you seriously asking that? Just give us the normal stuff! Boy? Girl? How far along? Due date?
The young OB-GYN blushed. She rambled about times and pills.
"You'll need to pick these up from the pharmacy ASAP."
"I don't know what that means." Brennan stated.
Angela giggled, even when her friend was filled with emotion she was, well, unemotional.
...
When they got back to Brennan's apartment Angela decided that they had to tell Booth about the pregnancy. "Call him up!" the bubbly artist squealed, "And do it now." she said suddenly serious.
Tempe wasn't sure she wanted to tell him straight away, but she figured she had to. She dialed the number he'd given her.
"Booth?" she asked when he picked up.
"Bones? What's wrong?"
She supposed she sounded about ready to cry. Damn hormones. "Booth, I have something to tell you but I'm not going to until some people leave the room." she said, glaring at Angela, who threw her arms up in surrender and went into the kitchen, "Booth, I'm pregnant."
"Bones, I promise I'm coming home as soon as possible. I WILL be there to support you. I swear on my life."
Now she really was crying. "Booth, you are amazing, you ARE a wonderful father, and you will be a wonderful father. Just promise you won't go AWOL. We don't need 'The Finder' cuffing you in the hospital again."
He laughed. "I promise. Don't pick out names without me."
"Of course. We went to the hospital today. I will bring the sonogram to the airport with me."
"Bones, you're not going to the airport! There are way to many diseases and..."
"Booth. Drop the alpha male act. I am going to pick you up. No buts."
"Fine. And Bones? I love you."
She smiled, "I love you too, Booth."
Both hung up feeling happier than before.
