Here is the next chapter. I know it isn't what you expected but I never made any promises!!

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Temperance Brennan was not a woman who was easily shaken. She had poise, grace, intelligence and resiliency. To say that Temperance was a stoic woman would be an understatement. Despite her normal countenance, Temperance Brennan was a nervous wreck. Any outside observer would not have been able to identify the pattern of irrational behavior, but the clothing that was laid out on her bed and the way she was fussing with her hair was a dead giveaway to anyone who knew her personally.

She was running her hands through her hair and staring in the mirror trying to decide on which outfit would be best when there was a knock at the door. She was startled by the loud impatient bangs that were emanating off of the thick wood door. She ran out of her room and checked the peephole to see Angela; a furious looking Angela.

Brennan opened the door and before she could get a word out, Angela brushed passed her in a tizzy. Angela turned abruptly and dramatically put her hands on her hips. Brennan looked at her and closed the door.

"You, missy, are going to tell me what is going on." Angela said.

Brennan looked down at her watch and sighed, "Ange, I really don't have time for this right now. Why don't you stay here until I come back and… then we can talk."

"Oh-ho" Angela said waving a finger in the air, "No, you aren't going to play me like that. I know you just won't come home in order to avoid me and hope that I leave. Speak, sweetie, now!"

Brennan sighed, "Alright, fine. Help me pick out an outfit and I will talk." Brennan compromised.

Angela nodded and made her way to the bedroom with a reluctant Brennan trailing behind.

Angela stopped abruptly when she entered the room, "Uh, what happened in here?" she turned to her friend, "Something huge must be going on if your room looks like this."

Brennan ran a hand through her hair, "Just, help. Please."

Angela made her way over to her bed and started rifling through the pile. Brennan sat down on the bed and fiddled with a pair of socks that had been on the floor.

"Come on, Sweetie. Dish." Angela said holding a black sweater up to herself, "P.S. I'm going to borrow this." She said tossing the sweater to the side.

"Alright." Brennan said, "So, I decided that I want to be a mother."

Angela stopped what she was doing and looked up at her friend, "Bren-" Angela said in shock. She shook her head and looked down, "I can't believe you decided something like that and didn't tell me."

Brennan turned to her apologetically, "I'm so sorry Ange, It's just that everything has been so crazy lately and I just… I have had a lot of things on my mind."

"Sweetie, the whole point of having a best friend, is have someone to confide in; someone to shoulder the weight a little."

Brennan shook her head, "I know. I'm sorry that I didn't include you in this but, you'll understand why when I tell you the rest of the story."

Angela sighed, "Alright, continue please."

"So, logically, in order to have a child I would need a man. I had thought about going to a sperm bank, but you never really know what you're getting. So, I asked Booth if he would be the father."

"WHAT!" Angela screamed, "Brennan! What did he say?"

Brennan shook her head, "He didn't really. I asked Hodgins what it meant and he suggested that I may have inadvertently suggested that he would not need to be an integral part of raising the child. He also suggested that Booth… seeing me pregnant with his child…"

Angela nodded, "It would kill him." She said and then froze, "Wait, you're telling me that my fiancé knew about this before I did?" Brennan smiled at her and nodded, "Oh that little dung beetle!"

Brennan laughed, "So I'm going over tonight to tell him what I want."

"What do you want from him, Sweetie?" Angela asked.

Brennan looked at the floor and ran a hand through he hair, "I don't know." She exhaled, "I don't know Ange. All I do know is that I can't loose him." She shook her head again and rested it in her hands, "If I loose him, I…" she sighed again.

Angela took a step toward her and sat down next to her, "Do you love him?"

Brennan looked up at her with sad eyes, "Does love feel like you're going to vomit whenever you see him?"

Angela laughed, "Among other things, yeah."

"Well then I guess I do."

Angela sighed and rubbed Brennan's back before standing up, "Okay, so I have subtle sex kitten and professional vixen."

Brennan looked up at her confused, "Huh?"

"Clothing, sweetie. My reason for being." She nodded.