Booth wondered the halls of the J. Edgar Hoover building holding his cup of wonderfully disgusting coffee. He whistled an unknown tune as he strolled to his office door, he entered his office and sat down at his desk happily. His mind was at ease, his back was feeling good, he didn't have a head ache like he normally did during this time of day, and the weather was perfect! What could ruin this day?!
A quiet knock on his door did nothing to mess up his mood, until he saw the face of the person standing at his door.
"Bones? What's wrong?" He asked quietly as she entered his office.
She shrugged and sat down on one of the chairs in front of his desk and shrugged. "Nothing."
He looked at her closely and gave a look that said word for word, "You're-lying-to-me-I-know-something-is-wrong".
Brennan adverted her eyes from Booth's face and stared at her hands in her lap. "How is your day going?" She asked, trying to change the subject.
Booth watched her for a moment longer then shrugged nonchalantly. "Pretty good. You?"
She sighed and brought her face up to look Booth in the eye. "Fine. I found out some. . .news."
Booth froze and brought his feet from where they were perched on top of his desk. "What news?"
Brennan fidgeted uncomfortably. "I. . .uh, I'm not so sure how to start." She scratched the back of her neck and brought her eyes to meet Booth's. "Um. . .I'll just come out and say it, alright. But don't over react, and promise me you'll not be upset."
Booth nodded. "I promise, I won't be upset. Now, what's wrong?!"
"I'm pregnant."
Booth's eyes widened and his face paled instantly. "You're. . .pregnant? My baby?"
Brennan nodded. "Yes, it has to be your child. I hadn't been with anyone without some sort of protection for almost three months, and I think if it'd been three months I would have found out before now."
Booth nodded and put his hand to his head, this had definantly put an odd twist on his good day. "What are you going to do with it?"
"What do you mean?"
Booth brought his face up to look her in the eye. "Are you going to get rid of our child? Set it up for adoption? You can't abort. . .Well, you can, but I really don't want you to."
Brennan sat up straight and took a deep breath before answering. "I'm going to keep it, raise it, be its mother."
Booth's face softened and he looked at her in a whole new way. "Really?"
"Yes, I've already made the decision, Booth. But I can't decide for you, will you help father our child? Or will it only have a mother?"
"I can't believe you have to ask that question." Booth said, coming around to sit in the chair beside hers, and taking her hand as he did so. "Of course I'll be a father to our child! I'll help in any way possible!"
Brennan smiled. "Thank you, Booth. I can't believe I'm having a baby, it seems so. . .improbable. I never wanted children, I never thought about having children, and now. . .I'm going to have a baby, with you of all people." She sat back and looked at Booth astonishingly, and noticing his expression quickly added:"Not that that's a bad thing. I've told you repetitivly that you're an ideal candidate for a mate. We'll have a beautiful baby!"
Booth chuckled and kissed Brennan on the cheek. "Thanks, Bones."
"For what?" She asked, flustered by his odd reaction to her ramblings.
"For giving our child a chance."
Brennan smiled at her partner and squeezed his hand comfortingly. "Not a problem."