Sorry for the delay. This chapter was giving me some difficulties, but I hope you like it...

Brennan twisted in her seat and watched Booth as he approached the table with their drinks. She flashed him a smile when he set a glass down in front of her and then took a seat beside her. She sipped at her water and glanced around at their friends.

"Okay, what is this about?" Cam asked, fed up with the silence. They had been sitting at the restaurant for at least fifteen minutes already. It was still unclear exactly why they were there, though she had an idea. She didn't buy the whole 'much needed night out with friends' spiel Booth tried to sell her when she asked him earlier.

A few nods followed, the guys agreeing with the pathologist.

Brennan suddenly felt nauseated. Whether the queasy feeling was caused by the strong variety of smells in the restaurant or nerves, she didn't know; all she knew was that she needed air and quick. She shot up, rounded the table, and walked towards the exit, brushing past a group of people on her way out.

Hodgins turned in his chair and watched his friend flee, his eyes wide. He looked at Wendell, who was seated beside him, the intern in a similar state of shock.

In her haste for air, Brennan had forgotten to grab her oversized coat, her somewhat fitted blouse doing nothing to hide her growing baby bump.

Aubrey blinked. "Whoa, baby."

Booth chose to ignore the young agent. "I'll be right back." He got up and followed Brennan out of the restaurant. He saw her skin pale and the way her eyes glazed over slightly, but before he could ask what was wrong, she was gone.

Cam stared at the door for a second before taking a sip of wine and looking around the table. "No one's surprised, are they?"

Hodgins shook his head. "I'm not. I just didn't think—there's no way she's that close to giving birth, right? I mean—."

Angela punched Hodgins in the arm and gave him a glare that made him almost choke on his tongue. "Don't finish that sentence, Jack."

Hodgins left his thought at that, not wanting to figure out what would happen if he continued.

Wendell nodded. "She looks ready to pop." He focused on his beer when Angela turned her glare on him.

Once outside, Brennan sat down and closed her eyes. She breathed in and out slowly, her right hand resting on her stomach. The cool air whipped against her flush cheeks and filled her lungs, the nausea subsiding slightly.

Booth burst out onto the sidewalk and looked around. Spotting Brennan on a bench a little ways down from the restaurant, he approached her and called her name, not wanting to startle her.

She turned her head at the sound of her name and blinked. "I'm okay," she said automatically when he sat down beside her.

He lifted his hand and brushed his finger along her cheek bone. "You don't look okay."

"I felt a bit nauseated due to the variety of food odors inside, but I'm okay now."

He nodded. "Do you need a minute?"

"Yes." She paused and motioned towards the door. "I don't think I can go back in there." She swallowed.

Thinking for a minute, he nodded. "Why don't we move this party back to the house?" He paused. "I'll tell them to finish their drinks. That'll give us some time to get home and put out snacks or something for everyone to eat."

She smiled. "Okay." After a bit of silence, she started laughing. "I forgot my coat."

He raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"My coat, I left it on my chair when I came outside."

He still looked like he had no idea what she was talking about.

"Angela mentioned that she didn't think she was the only one who figured out I was pregnant. If she was wrong and no one knew already, I have no doubt they know now."

He nodded. "Oh." He glanced down at her, noticing for the first time that she wasn't, in fact, wearing her coat. He squeezed her hand and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a barely there kiss. "I'll be right back." He stood up and left to head back into the restaurant.

As Booth expected, their friends all stared at him when he returned to the table. He grabbed Brennan's coat as well as his own and let out a breath. "There's been a change of plans," he announced, ignoring the looks. "Finish your drinks and meet us back at our house."

"Uh, dude?" Hodgins started.

Booth sighed. "Just pretend you don't know for thirty more minutes." He slipped on his jacket and set down some cash for his drink. "So see you guys soon?"

Five nods answered him.

"Great." Booth had made it to the door when Angela turned around and called to him. He paused with his hand on the doorknob and twisted around to face the artist. "Bones is fine, Angela," he said, seeing the question in her eyes.

Angela exhaled. "You need us to bring anything?"

"Just yourselves." With that, Booth opened the door and disappeared outside.

An hour later, everyone was sitting around in Booth and Brennan's living room. The conversation lulled and Booth knew they were all waiting for the formal announcement. He looked over at Brennan and could tell she was growing more exhausted by the minute. He caught her eye and she smiled at him, as if to say it was now or never. Exhaling, he nodded and cleared his throat. "Um, guys?" Within a few seconds, he had everyone's attention. "I don't think this really needs to be said, but—."

"I'm pregnant," Brennan cut in. Before anyone had the chance to congratulate them, she added, "with twins."

Cam blinked. "Twins?"

"Yes," Brennan answered.

"Holy crap." Aubrey shook his head.

Angela exhaled. "You have no idea how hard it was to keep that a secret."

Hodgins turned to his wife. "You knew?"

Angela shrugged. "For like six hours, so it doesn't count."

Wendell smiled. "Congrats, Dr. B." He looked over at Booth, who had his arm around Brennan's back. "Congrats."

Some more congratulations followed, as well as a couple of hugs and high fives. Cam asked Brennan about her maternity leave and Angela gave her suggestions for the nursery and made plans to drag her shopping sometime soon. While the women talked about more practical things concerning the pregnancy, Hodgins, Aubrey, and Wendell teased Booth and wished him luck jokingly. He had barely survived her last pregnancy, so joke or not, he knew he needed some luck this time around.

After another round of congratulations and Angela once again trying (and failing) to convince the couple to spill the beans on the sex of the babies when they found out the following week, everyone left.

Brennan was dozing on the couch while Booth cleaned up the living room and kitchen. When the leftover food was put away and the dishes and glasses were in the sink, he leaned over the back of the couch and nudged her. "Bones?"

Brennan groaned, pulling away from his touch and curling up, her hands tucked under the small throw pillow her head was resting on. "Go 'way."

"C'mon, Bones. It's bed time."

"Comfortable," she mumbled, shifting on the cushions and letting out a long sigh.

"I know, but you'll be even more comfortable in bed." He walked around the couch and stood between it and the coffee table. Bending his knees slightly, he slid his arms under her body and lifted her, cradling her close to his body.

"Booth! Put me down," she ordered, having been jarred awake by the sudden movement.

"No can do." He adjusted his grip and made his way towards the hallway.

"Put me down."

He just shook his head and carried her to their bedroom. "Stop squirming. I don't want to drop you."

"If you put me down, it will eliminate the risk of dropping me."

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

She nodded. "Yes, I would. I have made that quite clear."

He smiled. "Too bad." He walked the remainder of the way to the bedroom and finally set her down when he reached the bed. "Happy?"

She glared up at him, lying flat on her back in the middle of the bed.

He jumped up onto the mattress and scooted over to her. He straddled her, kneeling over her, and leaned down, capturing her lips with his. He eventually lowered himself, straightening himself out and keeping himself up by his forearms. He smiled at her, his eyes sparkling. "I love you."

She blinked, unsure how to take his actions. "Booth?"

He kissed her again. "Shhh."

She tilted her head and looked up at him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Telling their friends about the babies and receiving all their well wishes just reaffirmed how lucky he felt. Yes, Brennan was sure to drive him absolutely crazy for the remainder of her pregnancy and he knew once the twins were born, it wouldn't be easy, but he was just so damn happy. "I love you," he repeated.

She nodded. "And I love you." She paused. "Are you okay?"

"More than okay." He smiled wider.

She tried to conceal a yawn, but failed miserably.

He rolled off of her after giving her another kiss and lay beside her, his hand resting of her rounded belly, moving his thumb back and forth subconsciously, as he closed his eyes and sighed, a smile still on his face.

She turned onto her side, a more comfortable position for her, and slid as close to Booth as her growing stomach would allow. "You're happy," she concluded.

"Never been happier," he whispered.

"Am I being difficult?"

"Hmmm?"

"I overheard Aubrey wishing you luck and by the tone of his comment and your response, I do not believe either of you were being completely serious. He was making a comment about my hormonal state, wasn't he?"

He opened his eyes and cupped her cheek, looking her directly in her eyes. "He was joking, Bones. Two babies, twice the hormones, you know? It was a joke." He smiled. "He didn't mean anything by it."

She nodded. "I see." She sat up and slipped off the bed. "I'm going to get ready."

He grabbed her hand before she had a chance to escape. "Really, Bones, it was a joke. Bring on the raging hormones, I can take it." He winked.

"I take offense to that."

He smirked. "Joke."

She rolled her eyes and headed into the bathroom.

Oh, boy, he was in trouble. He may have just barely survived her first pregnancy, but he was going to need more than luck if he was going to make it through the next twenty or so weeks.