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A/n: Pardon the pun-ny title, but I couldn't resist. I know Bones is back on the air, but I hope you're still reading! And I think a few of you have been expecting this chapter, so I'd love to know what the reaction is.

Pretty Pregnant News

Brennan opened her eyes, gave a delicate yawn. She shifted on the bed and tried to sit up. Her stomach revolted. The sensation was so alien, she was momentarily paralyzed. The second wave of nausea sent her into action.

"Bones?"

Booth turned sleepily but she was already scrambling to the bathroom. He blinked, unsure what was going on, but the unmistakable retching woke him the hell up. Jumping from the bed, he approached the still open bathroom door.

The sight of his partner kneeling in front of the toilet was completely unexpected. He knelt beside her, holding back her hair. She whimpered and gripped the toilet lid like a lifeline. After what felt like hours but was only a matter of minutes, Brennan raised glassy eyes to him.

"I appear to have morning sickness," she stated in a plaintive, almost puzzled tone.

Oh, baby. Booth smoothed back her hair. "You okay?"

"I was not expecting this."

"Yeah," he said softly, reaching for a towel and flicking the water on. He dampened the white terrycloth and wiped at her flushed face. "Is … is this normal, Bones? I thought morning sickness was supposed to be during the first trimester."

If he remembered correctly, Rebecca had thrown up every morning like clockwork for about the first ten weeks. Then the rest of her pregnancy had been fairly smooth.

"That's a common misconception," Brennan said. "Though nausea gravidarum often manifests itself during the first trimester, it can occur at any time during pregnancy. It's perfectly normal, if unexpected."

He could understand her surprise. After going the first trimester without so much as a hiccup, she was probably startled at her body's sudden misbehavior. He was too, but her squinty explanation soothed his anxiety.

Once it seemed safe to move away from the toilet, Booth scooped her up and carried her back to bed. "I'm gonna call Sweets and tell him we can't make it today, okay."

"No," she said quickly even as she slumped back against the pillows. "I'm fine. I just need some dry toast and some fluids."

He eyed her pale face. "Bones—"

"Booth, it's fine," she reassured, smiling a little at the soothing way he kept stroking her tummy. "He's just gonna reschedule us if we cancel and I'd rather not deal with that. Let's just call him and tell him we'll be a little late."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I think we need to tell him, anyway."

"You want to tell him today?" Booth asked.

"Yes. Cam and Angela already know." In fact, the only one who didn't was probably Sweets. "There's no reason to wait any longer." Brennan gave him a worried look. "Do … do you think we shouldn't tell him?"

"No. I mean, we have to." He grinned at the no longer so slight roundness under his hand. "Though it would be funny if your stomach just got bigger and bigger without us mentioning anything. I think his head would come off, right?"

"Perhaps and that would kill him," she said in amusement. "So I think it's best that we tell him."

Booth gave a small chuckle and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm gonna get you some toast and then go call him."

-x-

Sweets tapped an impatient pen against his yellow legal pad.

Something was going on. Booth's cryptic call had sent his curiosity buzzing.

"We're running a little late, Sweets."

"Oh? Is there a problem? We can reschedule—"

"No. We'll be there. We have—we need to talk."

"T-talk?"

"Yeah, we have something to tell you. It's important. We'll be there as soon as we can."

He'd promptly hung up and Sweets was left to his own musings. Booth had sounded serious enough that his considerable imagination was already running wild with possibilities.

By the time Booth and Brennan walked into his office, he'd conjured and rejected a variety of scenarios. Were they breaking up their partnership? Not likely. Their personal relationship? Not unless hell had frozen over. Quitting their chosen professions to join the circus? Okay, now you're just being ridiculous.

Sweets breathed in relief when they arrived, if only so he could stop torturing himself with ludicrous theories. His sharp gaze studied them carefully. They looked serious. Agent Booth seemed tense and Dr. Brennan didn't seem her usual vibrant self. In fact, there was a slight pallor to her skin that had his heart palpitating in sudden anxiety.

Oh my God, was she sick? Terminal illness had not been one of his theories, but now the possibility made his stomach churn.

"Is—um, is everything okay?" he asked the second they sat across from him.

"We have an important development to share with you, Dr. Sweets," Brennan said promptly. Her tone was composed as always, but she sent Booth a small glance that had him automatically reaching out to clasp her hand.

The gesture panicked Sweets. They almost never touched like this in front of others. Certainly not in front of him. It had to be something important for their personal barriers to lower to such an extent. "Okay. Just—just tell me. It's …it'll be okay," he babbled, bracing himself.

"Don't freak out on us, okay, Sweets," Booth warned with a stern glance.

Sweets paled. "I'm not going to freak out, I …" He struggled to get the words out. "Oh god, are you sick, Dr. Brennan?"

"What?" Brennan's brows wrinkled. "No. I'm not sick. I'm pregnant."

"We're having a baby," Booth added with a soft smile.

Sweets blinked. "A what now?"

Brennan looked at him as if he had some type of mental deficiency. "A baby," she enunciated very slowly.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. There was a swift sense of relief at the realization that she didn't have some horrible, incurable illness. His anxiety vanished, replaced with a sense of the surreal.

Holy cow. A baby. An Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan baby.

His eyes focused on Brennan, gaze automatically going to her midsection. There had been something different about her clothes lately that, as a man, he hadn't been able to really place nor had he been inclined to dwell on it. Sweets remembered thinking in passing about a week ago that she seemed to have gained a little bit of weight, but he'd never—

"Excuse me?"

The icy, arch tone made him realize his musings had not been confined to his mind. "Ah … I, no, I didn't mean … you're not fa—I mean, I just, I … wow, a baby," he stammered dazedly, turning pleading eyes to Booth.

"You're on your own, Sweets," was the implacable reply.

"Thanks," he muttered, trying to recover his dignity. "Congratulations and you look beautiful, Dr. Brennan." And it was true, even with her slight pallor, she was still gorgeous.

"Nice save," Booth smirked.

"As you're in charge of evaluating our partnership, we believed it was time we informed you of this additional development," Brennan said coolly. She knew she was growing bigger, but she wasn't willing to forgive his indiscreet comment so easily. Maybe it was petty and irrational of her, but she didn't care.

Sweets had a slightly stricken look and Booth hastened to add, "But we're not telling you just 'cause you're our shrink. We've, uh … been telling our family and friends and you know, you're on the list … so yeah."

He gave a slight smile and asked curiously, "Who else knows?"

There was a pregnant pause. Booth cleared his throat. Brennan pursed her lips. Sweets looked between them and groaned, "Everyone? Everyone knows? Seriously, I'm the last one?"

"I had to tell my family," Brennan offered by way of explanation.

"Me too," Booth added quickly.

"Angela is my best friend."

"Cam is one of my oldest friends."

"Angela tells Hodgins everything …"

"Caroline would have killed me if I hadn't …"

Sweets gave them a baleful stare. They were not making him feel better. "What about your interns?"

"My graduate students all guessed. Had they not, their skills as future forensic anthropologists would have been rather questionable."

Sweets had slumped back in his chair and now leaned forward. "Wait. Your grad students all know too?" His mind made the connection quickly. "Daisy knew before me! You don't even like her …ugh," he sulked. "And she didn't even tell me."

"Probably because Bones threatened to fail her if she breathed a word to anybody. And by anybody, I mean you."

"I did not threaten!" Brennan protested.

Booth chuckled. "I was there. It was a threat."

"This is major uncool," Sweets muttered.

Booth and Brennan shared a glance. Sweets' obvious dejection made them feel a little bad. They had waited months to tell almost everyone, but he had definitely been the last one to know. But there was a reason for that.

"Look, Sweets, we knew as soon as we told you that you'd have to report it," Booth explained. "If we'd told you earlier, we'd had to ask you to keep it a secret."

"I would have," he said, a little bit of his hurt leaking through.

"I know," Booth acknowledged. "But we didn't want to put you in that position. You're our friend, but you also work for the FBI. There was just no need to put you between a rock and a hard place."

He felt a little better. "So what, you're saying you're ready for the FBI to know about it?"

Unconsciously, Brennan's hand went to her stomach. "It will be rather obvious very soon."

"Sweets, the FBI is already having you evaluate our partnership. Tell me, how do you think this will affect that?"

"Well, I don't know for sure," Sweets considered. "I mean, this is pretty unorthodox." Sweets didn't think there was a rule for getting your partner pregnant.

"That's not very helpful, Dr. Sweets."

He sighed. "Look, I'll find out. But at a guess—" Brennan's nose wrinkled on the word, but he continued, "—I'd say I'll likely have to continue my evaluation, only taking into account Dr. Brennan's pregnancy."

Booth and Brennan nodded, giving each other tiny worried looks. "Yeah, figured as much," Booth said and his thumb made unconscious, soothing circles on his partner's hand. Another telling gesture that did not go unnoticed by Sweets.

"Guys, I'm on your side, you know that, right?" he said earnestly. Two sets of eyes turned to him as if just realizing he was still in the room. "I'm on your side," he repeated, suddenly feeling the need to make it absolutely clear. "And I'm really, really happy for you."

Brennan's eyes softened. "Thank you, Dr. Sweets."

Booth smiled, gaze turning back to Brennan, his words a soft understatement. "We're pretty happy too."

-x-

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