It was the lack of belly that raised Angela's eyebrows as Brennan breezed in a few minutes late and went directly to her office. Clearly something was up and she fully intended to find out exactly what that something was. She walked purposefully towards Brennan's office and pity any intern who might get in the way.

Brennan barely glanced up as Angela walked in. She was already busily typing away on her laptop, she needed to respond to emails and see how her day was going to shape up before Booth might breeze in to tell her that they had a case or to haul her off to the diner for lunch.

"Sweetie." Her arms were slung akimbo across her chest as her toe tapped in steady impatience, she was not going to be put off. Any case that Bren might be working on involved dead people, and dead people could wait for a few minutes. Right now she was on a mission.

"Hi, Angela." She turned back to the laptop and continued typing. With sixty-three email messages waiting, she was going to have to spend a little time getting through them.

"You're not wearing your empathy belly." Might as well start off stating the obvious, especially since no one was volunteering information from behind the desk.

"No." Honestly, she'd forgotten about it - coming home from Booth's to change had left her distracted as she tried to shove her emotions down so that she could get mentally focused for work. Clearly she wasn't as focused as she would like to be since her thoughts kept drifting off to the man in question.

Angela rolled her eyes. "Did you change your mind about having a baby?" Perhaps wearing the damn thing had given her a reality check that was way overdue. Until she realized that she and Booth were destined for happily ever after they had no business trying to make a baby.

"No." She squinted at the screen. Now that was interesting - an opportunity to do a fellowship in Paraguay for the summer. She pursed her lips. Of course if she was pregnant that could create some issues, and if future opportunities like this came up, she would most certainly have to consider the child first.

"Brennan." Clearly she was not chipping into that super brain of hers. A more forceful approach was necessary.

"Yes." Apparently her friend wasn't just stopping by to exchange morning pleasantries and so she decided to give her full attention to the conversation.

Angela gestured in a circular fashion. "What gives?" Something had changed in the last twenty-four hours and she wanted to know what. "I thought you were supposed to wear the belly for a week." Sweets was definitely going to have a heyday with this if he knew she wasn't following through.

"I was in a hurry and forgot to put it on this morning." She was actually glad that she'd forgotten. Wearing her regular clothes without the encumbrance of the belly was far more comfortable. Besides if Booth happened to stop by for lunch perhaps she could convince him of the finer points of utilizing the janitor's closet - she'd heard it was one of the few places in the Medico-Legal Lab outside of Limbo that didn't have security cameras.

Bingo.

Angela's internal sex-dar went off inside of her head with crystal clarity and she clapped her hand over her mouth as her eyes widened. "You slept with Booth." It shouldn't have surprised her, but it did. She would have thought that Agent Hottie would have had a little more self control especially considering the ultimate goal that Bren had in mind.

A smirk flitted across Brennan's face. "If by sleep you mean sex, then yes, I slept with Booth." No matter how much she'd tried to compartmentalize it all she couldn't. Her mind kept drifting back to the previous night.

Angela was momentarily speechless and then best friend mode kicked in. "So how was it?" She had often wondered herself just how Booth would measure up in the bedroom, but she had long ago realized that Booth and Brennan were made for each other and it was only a matter of time before they woke up and saw what was obvious to everyone else.

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards as answered the question. "Very satisfying. I had intended to leave afterward since he had Parker for the night, but the second time was equally satisfying and apparently it tired me out." She hoped that this was appropriate feminine bonding between BBFs.

"Wait a second. Booth had his son there and you two still had sex?" This was far more serious than she'd imagined. She certainly hadn't thought that Booth was the kind of guy to entertain a woman for the night while he had his son sleeping in the next room.

"Twice." Oh, and what good sex it was. Not the best she'd ever had, but it certainly had the potential to be if she could deal with this emotional component that seemed to be taking over.

"So was Parker still sleeping when you left?" Angela had never dated someone with a child before, so she wasn't sure what the dynamics of a kid in the next room would do for you love life.

"No, he and Booth were eating breakfast." Brennan would have enjoyed another round of intercourse if Booth hadn't already been out of bed when she'd woken up, but she hoped that they could spend some time tonight doing just that.

"So how did you like the Booth boys in the morning?" Angela really wanted to ask her how being thrust into momentary domesticity with Booth and Parker had affected her desire for her own child.

"I don't see how the time of day would affect how I feel about either of them." The truth was that Brennan felt a deep pang of something she couldn't identify as she had watched Booth and Parker interact. Being welcomed into their morning routine after spending the night felt too intimate and yet she couldn't help but want to feel it again.

Angela rolled her eyes and then plunged right ahead. "Look, Brennan, take this with a grain of salt, but you need to think about what all of this will be like if you do have Booth's child. You need to think about being a family because even though you might be thinking sperm donor, Booth is thinking far more - even if right now the two of your are just dating. You're not just dating."

"But we are dating. Why would you say that we're not?" Angela could be a conundrum at times.

"With you and Booth, it's more than dating. People who date get coffee, go out to dinner, have fabulous sex. You and Booth are like an old married couple that have just finally gotten to the sex part, it's all jumbled and out of order, but it's more than dating." Okay, it was a circuitous route, but if Angela was lucky, Bren just might catch a clue.

"We just started dating and I don't believe in getting married." There was no logic to Angela's argument outside of the fact that she and Booth had been doing things outside of work for a long time and far too many people had assumed that they were together as a result. Okay, so perhaps there was some logic to Angela's argument, she just wasn't sure what it was.

"And yet you want to have a child with him. That's a family whether or not you have a piece of paper to prove it." She wondered if she'd said too much, pushed too much by the slightly shocked expression on Brennan's face. But hey, someone was going to have to spell it out for her if she was ever going to understand just how big this was.

"Angela, I understand that you're concerned." Although she really had no idea why since she had been the one pushing her and Booth together for years. "I've given this a great deal of rational thought and Booth seems to be in agreement. I believe we can handle the situation." She wasn't completely sure that she could, but she was going to try.

"I really hope you figure it all out before Booth knocks you up." Angela turned on her heels and marched out of the office. Clearly her friend was still completely delusional.