Hey, Tempe sweetie." Angela smiled as she bounced into Temperance's office.

At the sound of her best friend's voice, the anthropologist leaned back into her chair and gently rubbed her tummy. "Angela."

"Where's that handsome husband of yours? Sure sounds kind of strange, doesn't it? Husband? Who'd thought that you, Dr. Temperance Brennan, would be married to that FBI agent you claimed you never had any feelings for? And to top it off, be the mother of his soon-to-be child."

"It's Dr. Temperence Booth." She corrected the artist.

"Oh, yea, I keep forgetting. Any day soon, huh? It's amazing how you've stayed on working when junior's about to pop out."

"It's going to be a girl, Ange. I've told you several times."

"I know, but, you never know if that little pecker of his is hiding somewhere. And think of all the pink outfits you would have to exchange." Angela rubbed Tempe's tummy. "How could you possibly work with all those corpses and furthermore, it surprises me that Booth allowed you to continue working, I mean, being overly protective over you and the baby."

"We did have a huge argument on that. But, I told him I was perfectly fine working and promised to stay home with our baby for six months before coming back to work."

"Six months, sweetie? Goodman will have kittens! This place won't function without you! I just can see Hodgins running all over this place like a mad man!"

Temperance just smiled and listened to her friend as she rattled on.

"So, the nursery's all set up. We made ready for baby's things from your surprised shower, loved that six-footer stuffed giraffe Zach got! Oh, did hubby set up the crib, he did, didn't he?"

"He did it last night." Temperance crinkled her forehead as if in deep thought. "Uh, Ange." She spoke calmly.

"And don't you just love that baby futon I got for her? I can just see her sprawled on it and..."

"Angela! My bag broke!" Tempe cried out.

"Huh, bag? What bag?" It took her only a second to realize what Temperance had meant. "Your water bag? Water bag! Oh, my gosh, Tempe sweetie, you're trickling down."

"I know! I know that!" She began to panic.

"Okay, okay, Tempe. Breath. Remember your breathing exercises? While I get hold of Booth, you do that okay?"

"I'm leaking a lot, Ange! I don't think I have time to wait for Seely. I'm thinking it's time."

"Bren, honey, you're not going to give birth right here, are you? I mean, you'll have a few hours before the baby gets here, right?" Angela questioned the doctor. When there was no answer, she looked down on the floor. Temperance stood in a puddle of water.

"Hodgins! Zack! For crying out loud! Get the hell in here! Now!" Angela panicked.

The two men stood at the entrance and watched the commotion.

"Don't just stand there! Get a hold of Booth, Zack! Tell him to meet us at the hospital. Hodgins, we need help to the car!"

"Angela, you're making me very nervous. I'm trying to calm down, but, here you are getting overly excited."

"The baby's coming! And I don't think we're equipped to delivering your baby here!"

Hodgins walked up to Angela and gently grabbed her by the shoulders. "Stop it. You're making matters worse. You need to do some deep breathing yourself."

Angela took his advice and calmed down. "Okay, okay, I'm fine!"

"Hey! I'm the one having the baby! Remember? I want my husband. Where is he?" Temperance cried.

Zack had just walked back into her office. "Can't get hold of him. His office says he's out on the field."

Angela raised her voice. "His wife is giving birth and he's out?"

"I'm two weeks early. And now he won't be here with me in the delivery room. I don't think I can hold on for too longer."

There were moments in life Temperance chose to remember and there were memories she couldn't forget. And this would be one memory that won't be forgotten if Seely somehow would miss out on the birth of his child.

TBC - Chapter 9