"Bones! I wouldn't name anything that, let alone my child! Wilma? Come on! It's so. . .old ladyish."
Brennan pursed her lips, the two sat across from each other at the diner, taking a lunch break and talking about "possible", (hence the word possible), name choices for their baby.
"Booth, Wilma sounds very intelligent! I want our child to have an intelligent name!"
Booth sighed and took another bight from his burger. "Bones, I don't care if our kid turns out to be the smartest person on the face of this planet, I'm not giving the poor thing a name like Wilma Marie!"
Brennan huffed and picked a fry from Booth's plate.
"It doesn't really matter right now, we'll decide on the name later. Right now we have bigger things to worry about, like, what are we going to tell our co-workers? They'll find out sooner or later anyway, pregnancies aren't exactly discreet things."
Booth shrugged. "I don't think my boss will be to happy when he knows that I've accidentally knocked up my partner. I don't think that conversation would go over to well. Crap, what if they break up our partnership?"
Brennan thought for a while then gave her partner a mischievous smile. "We could always say that it wasn't yours, nobody has to know that your my child's father, it's none of their business. And, think about it, we're not in any sort of obvious relationship, no one knows anything about what happened on New Year's eve, we could pull this off!"
Booth grinned. "I like the way you think. This way, both of us can see our kid, without having the problem of being forced to work separately. I like it. Great idea, Bones. No wonder you're the genius." He winked at her, and she gave a proud smile in return.
Brennan's eyes stayed on his and she stared at him, transfixed. Booth grinned at the way she looked at him, and leaned in closer to her. "Whatcha thinkin, Bones?"
Brennan never took her eyes from his and brought her hand up to trace the side of his jaw. "I'm trying to picture our child. What it'll look like."
Booth laughed and patted the hand that rested on his face tenderly. "Bones. . .we'll have a beautiful baby. She'll have your eyes, my nose, your beautiful hair, and of course, my smile."
Brennan brought her hand from his face and smirked at him. "What makes you think it'll be a girl?"
Booth shrugged. "I don't know, just a gut feeling."
Brennan nodded. "Well, I don't want it to be a boy and you think it's a girl, that could seriously diminish it's masculinity."
Booth grinned, knowingly. "I don't think we'll have a problem with that, Bones. My gut is pretty reliable."
Brennan laughed lightly and finished drinking the rest of her beverage. Booth laughed as well and took out his bill fold to pay for their lunch. "You know that plan of yours has one problem."
"And what's that?" Brennan asked as she stood up from the booth and through her coat around her.
"If I'm not the father then, who the baby daddy?"
Brennan thought for a minute and then took Booth's arm as they headed out the exit. "It could always be your brother's."
Booth stopped and stared at her. "Bones, that's not even funny. Why would you even fathom having a baby with Jared of all people?"
"I'm joking, Booth. I don't want a child with Jared Booth. But, if we're thinking about this logically, when the baby is born it's definitely going to have a little of you in it, and Jared is your brother. You've gotta admit, it would be easy to explain it that way."
Booth snorted. "Not in a million years will I ever let you even pretend to have a child with someone like my brother. You're better than that. He's got a long way to go before he can be considered a decent human being again."Booth spoke as the two reached his SUV. "And besides, when and where would you've been to have made a baby with Jared? I'm not even sure where he lives anymore."
Brennan rolled her eyes in Booth's direction once he entered the car. "I told you, Booth. I was joking, it's nothing to get worked up over. I can just say that I don't know who the father is because. . .I was intoxicated when the child was conceived, which is actually partly true. I was intoxicated when we conceived our baby."
Booth scowled in her direction and pulled out of the parking spot they were in. "Don't say it like that, it sounds bad. What will we tell her when she gets older, 'oh, Sweetheart, Mommy and Daddy were drunk when we decided to have you, that's why we're not together," I can just hear that conversation, it would scar her for life."
"Oh, Booth, don't be over dramatic!" Brennan said, crossing her arms over her just starting to show abdomen. "She'll be completely unscathed!" Brennan's eyes widened as Booth gave her a cocky grin.
"Bones. . ." He said with a playful nudge of his elbow.
"Don't go there, Booth! I didn't mean to call 'it' a 'she'! Look what you've got me doing, confusing my unborn child's identity. I don't know what it is yet, and I refuse to give it a gender pronoun until I'm absolutely sure!"
Booth grinned in her direction again. "Mmhmm, whatever you say, Bones."
"Booth!" Brennan slapped him lightly on the shoulder. "It is what I say, you can't go calling it a she until we know for sure!"
"Fine, Bones!" Booth said, eyeing her angry expression. "Just don't hit me again." He added with an amused grin.
Brennan huffed and leaned her head on the window seal, watching the passing scenery. She smiled as she thought about having a little girl, a beautiful young lady, she could put bows in her hair and put her in frilly dresses, something she was never fond of when she was an infant. Her smile grew and she unconsciously found her hand resting comfortably on her abdomen.
Booth eyed his partner and a feeling of unexpected love rushed through him, this wonderful women was having his child, and she seemed just as excited about it as he was. He watched as she swirled slow circles on her slighty rounded abdomen, it was easy to get caught up in the moment and imagine that she and him were actually together, actually willing to welcome a child into the world together, as parents, and that their child was fully, and completely planned.
If only. . .