Not going to say anything other than just read.
Brennan was making a list of things she needed to go to the store to get, but if she was being honest with herself she would probably just give the list to Booth to get them for her. As she was making her list of things she needed she remembered she needed more milk, bread, potatoes, carrots, items for her favorite salad, coffee filters, coffee grounds, beef for Booth, sun chips, beer for Booth, wine, paper towels, toilet paper, shampoo, tampons, and toothpaste.
Her breathing started to get shallow as her mind started to race in a dizzying fast pace. There had been a few thoughts plaguing her the past several weeks, and she felt her mind coming back to these thoughts. As she thought about the items on her list she started thinking about today's date, and started to panic as her mind continued to race.
How could I have missed this? I have been feeling sick for several weeks now. My emotions have been out of control and completely irrational. I have a hunch, but that is the problem. I don't do hunches. That is Booth's thing, not mine. I don't make guesses. Why do I get the feeling that I should just trust this feeling I have? What if I am right? Worse yet, what if I am wrong? Could I handle the disappointment? I just need to talk to someone. Maybe I should call Angela. She doesn't know about the development of our relationship. She is my best friend, what could she possibly say? I cannot do this alone! I have to call her.
Brennan reached for her phone and pressed the speed dial key for her best friend. "Pick up, Ange! Come on."
"Hey, Sweetie. How are you feeling?" Just the sheer amount of cheer in her best friend's tone at the fact that she is getting a call from Brennan told her that Angela was the perfect person to help her through this.
"I am fine, Angela. I—actually, no, I am not fine. I need your help. I don't know what to do. I didn't know who I should call to talk to about this. I just don't know how to even say it. I don't want to be judged, and I don't want any go—"
"Bren, slow down. I am your best friend, you can tell me anything. Trust me; anything you tell me is safe with me. I—Sweetie just tell me. You have always been able to just say what is on your mind. So, spill."
"Okay, I don't want to talk about this right now. I just need your word that you can do a favor for me now, and ask questions later. Please?"
"Sure, Bren. What do you need me to do?"
"I need you to pick something up for me, bring it to me, and then we can talk."
"Okay. What?"
"I need a pregnancy test. I'm at my apartment. Can you meet me here during your lunch break?"
There was a long moment of silence before Angela finally responded, "Sure, anything else."
B&B
Brennan was trying to make some black tea for herself when there was a knock at her door, which was just as well because she was so shaky she wasn't getting very far on her own.
"Bren, open up, Sweetie! It's Angela."
With a deep breath she opened the door to see her very sympathetic best friend holding a bag with her requested item in hand. Tears started to well up in Brennan's eyes which told Angela just how much she was needed right then. Putting the bag down she did the only thing she could think to do or say. She reached out to her best friend and hugged her tightly with reassurance.
"Here you go, I bought four of them. You know, just to be sure."
"Ange, I am already pretty sure, or I wouldn't even be asking for your help. I—I am nine days late. That never happens, and this nausea from hell—"
"Late. Morning sickness. That massive mood swing you unleashed on everyone yesterday." Angela nodded knowing the sure signs of pregnancy.
"Morning sickness is not at all an accurate name for it. Anytime sickness would be more fitting. Only yesterday had it been bad enough to actually make me start hurling, although I have felt nauseated for a few weeks now. I just thought that maybe I had a stomach virus." Brennan ignored her friend's comment on her verbal episode yesterday because she knew it felt emotionally driven, but did not quite know how to explain it at the time. She had no desire to try to analyze it now either.
"Yeah. Okay. So, let's just take the tests to be sure."
She took the bag of tests to the bathroom and hastily opened the boxes, and read the directions. She decided that it would be best to just go ahead and take all four. Just to be safe. There is nothing wrong with more proof to back up a theory.
When she was done she walked out of the bathroom. "I am done, Ange. Now we just wait for three minutes."
"Let's go to the living room and just sit and wait." Walking into the living room, Angela's face lit up. "Oh my goodness, Bren, those flowers are beautiful. Daffodils!" she gasped. "They are your favorite. Who are they from?" she winked at her friend. "Are they from the baby-daddy?"
"Ange!"
"Oh, there's a card! Can I read it?" Not even waiting for an answer, she snatched it up and read the letter written to her best friend.
"Angela, NO!" It was too late.
The next sound that was heard could have only been a very predictable genuine Angela Montenegro squeal of joy. "Oh. My. God. Brennan! These are from Booth?" shrieked Angela. "Are you doing the horizontal tango with Special Agent Sexy Booth?" Brennan was sure that all of DC now knew about her and her special agent.
"Ange, please. I am not exactly sure what that means, but the way you are practically salivating with interest and your eyebrow is cocked up in a suggestive manner I can only conclude that you want to know if we had sex. Yes, we are having sexual intercourse, but it is more than just having sex." She paused, not really knowing what to say next, but finally decided to go with, "Don't tell anyone. We just wanted to keep our relationship to ourselves for a little bit. We needed to get used to being together without…"
"Oh. My. God."
"You have already said that."
"Booth knocked you up?" Brennan didn't know how it was possible, but her best friend's smile get even bigger and brighter at the realization.
"Again, I don't know what that means; however, I am afraid that this new development is going to ruin everything. I was afraid that taking the step into the relationship would somehow tear our friendship apart if it were to end badly. We were afraid for everyone to find out; we don't want the FBI to split us up. This will certainly do it. Even if Sweets gives the okay for us as a couple, I am quite certain that once he knows that there is a baby involved now that he will make the recommendation to split us up. I don't—"
"Slow down, let's not get ahead of ourselves here. It will be okay, Sweetie. Calm down. First, I just want to say I am happy for you two. Second, you belong together, and I am sure everyone will be glad that you now see what we have seen for quite some time. Third, don't worry about the FBI. I will kill Sweets if he doesn't give the okay for your guys to work together. Just wait on the tests."
The alarm on Brennan's phone started to go off. "I can't look. I actually feel like I could be sick again. Can you go look?" Brennan's eyes pleaded with her.
Just then the front door flung open, "Hey Bones! I brought us some lunch from—Angela, hi. What are you—" He cut himself off at the sight of his Bones sitting on the couch in tears. "Bones, are you crying?"
"Booth," there was a hitch in her voice as she tried to speak, and he immediately knew that something was going on; "I need to tell you something."
Booth could feel his breathing go shallow. In the span of a few minutes many scenarios flashed through his mind that would be severe enough to have his partner is such a state. Did something happen to Max or Russ? Worse yet, did one of them leave again? Is she going to break up with me? Is she physically injured? "Bones, what is going on? Are you hurt?"
"Uh, I am going to go, Sweetie." Angela had a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on her face that did not go unnoticed by the very observant agent.
"No, Angela, I need you. Please, don't go." She sighed, and then turned to her boyfriend, "Booth?"
"What? What is wrong?" as much as he tried, he could not keep the fear from striking in his voice.
"Angela knows," Brennan started to explain.
"Uh, Bones. What is going on here? You mean she knows about—us?" he trailed off into a fierce hiss and he had to gather his thoughts before continuing. "Bones, I know we wanted to wait a while before we told anyone, but it's okay. It is nothing to cry about; I am not going to be mad about that."
"No, I know that, but it is why she had to find out about us that is the problem. Well, it isn't really a problem, but it is a big deal. I don't know why I am acting so irrationally. Angela, just go look. I cannot wait any longer."
With that Angela did not say a word and nervously took a stroll to Brennan's bathroom, with Booth hot on her tail because he saw a look in her eyes as Brennan told her to go look and the nervous mannerisms that Angela displayed when she turned to walk away. They left Brennan in shambles on the couch unable to move.
He stood in the doorway to the bathroom with wide curious eyes as they were immediately drawn to the open boxes on the floor and the test wands lined up on the counter. "Angela, what is going—is that—wait, that's a—no, that's four—oh my God, Ange. Is she?"
"Congratulations, daddy Booth!"
Booth was staring at Angela in a complete state of shock; Angela was sure he had stopped breathing. He knew what he saw, but his brain was a little slow about what to do next. His eyes softened, and teared slightly as he choked out his only response. "Yeah?"
He ran back into the living room, and sat next to Brennan, who had not moved from her place on the couch with her hands running worriedly through her hair. He reached over and embraced her in what could only be described as the most intimate loving hug anyone had ever seen. At first, it was an almost awkward side huge as they were both sitting on the couch and he had startled her at first because it happened so quickly. Then, he positioned her to a more comfortable position on his lap. He brought one of his hands down to her tummy, and placed it there gently as he brought his forehead to rest onto hers and lips giving soft gentle kisses. In between kisses he whispered, "Oh, Bones. I love you, so much baby."
Angela felt like she was intruding. She decided to tell Brennan to call her later, but she knew neither one of them heard her. Finally, she caught Booth's eyes, and he gave the nod to her that let her know she was no longer needed. So, she left quietly smiling at couple, and decided she would call her friend later.
"Bones."
"Booth, I had no idea. I am completely shocked. I am a scientist, I should have known. I should have recognized the signs sooner; they have been there for awhile. I guess my mind was just not satisfied with the evidence that was present; it just needed more to go off of. I was just making a shopping list so you could pick a few things up for me, and then the next thing I knew I was calling Angela. She did what I asked her to do discreetly, but then she saw the flowers, asked if they were from my baby-daddy, and she read the card before I could stop her. She figured it out immediately. And if that isn't enough to process—the tests were positive weren't they?"
"Yeah, they were. All of them." She leaned into Booth's shoulder, and he could feel her wet tears soaking through his dress shirt. "Baby, hush. Just stop. Don't cry." He sighed. "Bones, what's wrong?"
"Booth, I'm scared," she sobbed.
"Oh, no. Bones, no. This is a happy thing. We established a long time ago that you wanted a baby. I know we have not really discussed it since my surgery, but now it is finally happening, the right way. We can get through this. What are you afraid of?"
"The FBI."
"Right. Well, do they even have to know? It isn't like they are going to arrest you for having my baby." he grinned mischievously.
"You cannot lie to the FBI, Booth."
"I am the FBI." He flashed his overly cocky smile, and all Brennan could do was smile back. "There isn't anything to worry about. I know we cannot keep it from them. You probably have some time before you start showing, so that could buy us some time to figure it out. Although, I'm not sure I am going to let you go out into the field like you usually do."
"Booth, I'm pregnant, not an invalid." Brennan rolled her eyes at her partner's insane implication.
"I know. I didn't say that you are incapable. I—I am just concerned about your safety. We don't exactly have the safest jobs what with the murder scenes, dangerous suspects, murderers, and the occasional shootout and all. In fact, with some of the chemicals present at the lab, I am not sure I am going to let you go there either."
"I have a job, and I simply cannot just take off."
"I know. You're right, but that doesn't keep me from thinking like that."
"Thanks, Booth. I understand that your alpha-male tendencies give you the instinct to protect your mate and your offspring. Really, I will be fine." She placed her hand on his hand that was still placed on her tummy.
"Offspring? No, that's a baby. Our baby. Wow, Bones. A baby." He rubbed his fingers lightly over the skin on her abdomen. "So, I guess this means you are not really sick, and I don't have to keep away from you anymore like you have the plague or some gross disease," he teased.
"The plague, really?" she halfheartedly laughed.
"Oh, no. Don't take that the wrong way. I just didn't want to get sick, too. Who would take care of you if I got sick, too?" he asked as he smoothed her hair away from her face, and tucked it behind her ear. He brought his hands to cup her cheeks, and stroked his thumbs over the trails of tears still streaming down her face.
"What did I do to deserve you, us, this?" she asked sincerely.
"What didn't you do? You are an amazing person. You always try to right the wrong in everything you do. You don't eat meat because of the poor treatment of the animals. You only wear earth friendly clothes. You drive a hybrid when you aren't carpooling with me. You help me find the justice for victims of horrible crimes. You deserve to be happy, everyone does, but some people just choose not to be. You and I, we chose to be happy. Together."
A few minutes pass by. Booth pulls away from Brennan. "Why Angela? Why didn't you call me?"
"I was scared. I don't know. I'm sorry. I think I just needed a girl to talk to, and Angela, she has had a pregnancy scare before. I thought that she would know what I was going through and she could help me."
"No, don't be sorry. I am not sure I would have been sane enough to be able to walk up to a shelf, grab what I needed, pay for it, and get here in one piece, much less drive here without wrecking everyone on the way." He said in complete understanding of her calling Angela. "So, Angela..."
She knew what he was asking before he even got the words out. "Angela will not say anything. I know that her past with gossip is something to worry about, but I think she understands this situation and how important it is to keep it quiet for now."
"I don't want to wait very long. Keeping our relationship a secret was enough of a challenge, but people are going to notice you are pregnant. You work with scientists. They aren't exactly the bottom of the totem pole of knowledge, and they are some of the most observant people on the planet."
"I know; you're right. Can we at least make an appointment first and confirm? With my symptoms and four positive tests, I have no doubt, but I need to check everything out, make sure it is okay, and find out how far along I am before we just go announce this news to everyone. However, I don't see any reason to keep our actual relationship a secret anymore."
"Yeah?" His eyes lit up at the thought of letting the world know that she was his.
"Yeah." She smiled brightly, and placed her forehead against his.
For the rest of his break they sat in a comfortable companionable silence. His loving eyes and big I'm-going-to-be-a-father grin told her that everything would be okay.
So, there you have it. Several of you have already guessed. A puking Brennan is not exactly unpredictable. She works with gross stuff all day, so she isn't a puker. So, when she does throw up then there must be one of two things going on. 1: she could have some horrible life threatening disease, or 2: she could be pregnant, which anytime Brennan is sick everyone automatically assumes. That coupled with the fact that I placed this story in the Family category may have given it away. Nevertheless, a story with a pregnant Brennan is almost always enjoyable.
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