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The quoted parts are taken word for word out of a Times article in 2008.

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THREE WEEKS LATER:

"Whatcha reading there Sweetie?"

Brennan pulled The Sunday Times to her chest in surprise, she was sitting on the couch in her office and had not noticed her best friend reading over her shoulder, "Oh, hi Ange. How are you and you foetus?"

"Me and my baby are just great, Bren. You doin a little research on what we discussed at the hospital?"

Angela made herself comfortable on the couch as Brennan cautiously pulled the Times back down into her lap, "The proven benefits of marriage? Sweetie, that's not exactly something I would imagine you reading for pleasure."

"I find the content of this article to be... quite interesting. It states here and I quote, "children born to married parents tend to be healthier, less accident-prone and less likely to self-harm. They perform better in school, become sexually active at a later age, are less likely to have behavioural problems, suffer depression, or turn to drugs, smoking or heavy drinking, or to become involved in criminal activities." Oh, and look at this one, "children under 2 have a 100 times greater risk of being killed by step-parents than by genetic parents.""

Angela gave her friend a sideward glare whilst rubbing her belly affectionately, "Hmmm, lovely, Brennan. Little Hodgie has enough mounted against him in this big bad world without having to be at risk of being killed by a step parent."

"I agree, and, with yours and Jack's current arrangement – I don't believe it will be killed by a step parent. Statistically, your... baby will fare better by being born in wedlock."

"Thanks Sweetie."

"Yes, it certainly warrants more thought." she said, mostly to herself.

Angela looked suspicious, "What's with you lately, Bren? You got something going on and, for the life of me; I can't put my finger on it."

Brennan gave a half smile, "I am not certain I know what you mean."

Angela's eyes widened as she spoke in a sing song voice, "You got the Nookie Lookie!"

Brennan smiled excitedly, "Oh! Nookie means sex! You are implying that I look like I have had sex recently."

Her friend giggled and nodded, "Yes, Honey, that's what I'm saying. I'm right aren't I?"

"No, you are wrong. I have not engaged in sexual intercourse for well over a year now."

"Woah! Why do I always have to walk in on the sex talk?"

Brennan turned to her partner who was standing in the doorway – his hands raised in surrender, "Oh, hi Booth. I do not know why you always walk in on the sex talk." With a sultry smile, she added, "Perhaps your subconscious is trying to communicate to you."

He sauntered in, "That's a bit of a leap there for someone who thinks psychology is a soft science."

"Yes well, I am merely saying – you have issues with sex that perhaps you need to deal with."

He chuckled as he sat on the coffee table directly opposite her, leaning in with his elbows on his knees, "You know I don't have issues, Bones..." looking directly into her eyes he sobered, "I just think what goes on in the bedroom should stay in the bedroom." After a moment of getting lost in the enchanting blue depths of her eyes, he flicked his head to the side and addressed the silent and stunned artist, "How's things Ange?"

Brennan spoke before the artist could form a response, "What about what goes on under fig trees?"

His head flicked back to Brennan, brows furrowing, "Low, Bones... real low."

At that, Angela finally found her voice. Swinging a finger between the stare-locked partners she snapped, "Ok, what's going on between the two of you?"

Booth's eyes, having not left Brennan's threw a hint of challenge, "Yeah, Bones, what's going on between us two?"

"I don't know what you mean, Booth, perhaps you would be better suited to answer that question."

A smile broke his lips, "I'd be happier to demonstrate."

With that, Booth leant forward, knitted his hand through Brennan's hair and drew her swiftly to his lips. After a reasonable exchange of affection, Brennan began to giggle at the staggered voice of the artist and Booth pulled back – a self satisfied smile securely perched on his face.

"Oh. My. God! Oh my God, Brennan!" she lunged to embrace her friend, "And here I was thinking you would die an old lonely woman! It's about time, guys! Really, this is great."

"Thank you, Ange. So, why are you here, Booth?" Brennan broke the joviality with her shoot from the hip comment.

"Yeah, nothing like straight to the point, Bones," he laughed uncomfortably, "It's Friday..." he looked expectantly at her, "... five o'clock..."

"I am aware of the day and time Booth, though you are looking as if it should hold particular relevance to me."

He looked at Angela, "Huh! She's learning!" then, back to his girlfriend, "Bones, it's the weekend! It's knock-off time for normal people. Let's go!"

Angela waved them off, smiling at the unique chemistry that was B&B, cursing the fact that she could not crack the bottle of Moet reserved for the momentous occasion that it had been bought and saved for.

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