Update in Paris!

Chapter Twenty-Five: Going to Paris

The next morning, Booth woke up to Brennan one again emptying out the contents of her stomach in the bathroom. Booth practically leaped out of bed and ran to her side, getting there just as she flushed the toilet and leaned her flushed forehead on the porcelain lid, moaning. "Why does this keep happening?" she asked, rhetorically.

Booth smiled sympathetically at her and kneeled down next to her, putting a soothing hand on her back. "I don't know, Babe. Maybe we should take you to see the doctor before we leave."

"We don't have any time, Booth. We have to be at the airport in four hours. We haven't even dressed yet."

"You think you're really okay to fly?" Booth asked.

Brennan nodded. "Of course. I've been fine every other morning for the last three days. Why wouldn't I..." Brennan trailed off as a dazed smile spread over her face and tears appeared in her eyes. "Booth..."

"What? Baby, what's wrong?" Booth asked.

Brennan laughed at the irony in his words. "Nothing is wrong. Nothing at all. But I think I just figured out why I'm so sick. I can't believe I haven't figured it out before."

"What? Why?" Booth asked, still not getting it.

Brennan smiled up at him, eyes twinkling. "I...I think I may be pregnant."

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Two hours later, Booth and Brennan walked into Heathrow Airport, large smiles on their faces as Gustave followed, carrying Brennan's luggage for her as Booth carted his own. Booth and Brennan kept on glancing at each other and smiling, before quickly looking away, while Gustave watched, perplexed.

What was going on?

"Mr. Booth?" Gustave said, and Booth turned to him, smiling widely.

"Yes, Gustave?" Booth asked, cheerfully.

"You and the Missus seem pretty happy today...did something happen?"

Booth grinned at Brennan. "You could say that." Brennan grinned back and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Gustave just smiled at the strange couple, deciding not to push the subject. They would tell him if they really wanted to. So he just kept quiet and followed them to the security check, where they had their bags checked while Booth and Brennan continued to smile and glance at each other while Gustave looked on, very confused.

Finally, when all bags had been checked and moved to be transported to the luggage hold, leaving just their carry-on, Booth and Brennan said good bye to Gustave.

"See ya around, Gus." Booth said, clapping Gustave on the back.

Gustave smiled at him, despite the pain and turned to Brennan, who wrapped him in a delicate hug. "Good bye, Gustave. Thank you for showing us around London."

Gustave smiled. "Of course! Anything for friends of Jack and Angie. I hope you just have a nice flight."

"Thank you." The couple said in unison as they retrieved their carry on and began walking to their gate.

When they were out of sight from Gustave, Booth couldn't help pulling Brennan into his arms and crashing his mouth down on hers in a passionate kiss, which Brennan reciprocated, readily, dropping her bags and wrapping her arms around Booth's neck.

When they pulled back, Brennan was giggling.

Booth grinned at her. "What's so funny, Babe?"

Brennan shook her head. "Nothing...we just...we don't even know if I'm actually pregnant yet."

Booth grinned. "Well...let's review, shall we? For the last three mornings in a row, you've been hurling your guts out, but then you're fine after about an hour. The same as when you were pregnant with Mila. Not to mention you've been very emotional lately."

Brennan punched him hard in the arm. "I have not!" she said, angrily. Booth grimaced and rubbed his arm and Brennan pouted. "Oh, I'm sorry, Booth!" Brennan said, hugging his waist.

Booth chuckled and wrapped an arm around her, kissing her head. "It's okay, Babe. It didn't hurt that bad."

Brennan giggled and looked up at him. "You're very bad at lying, Booth." she laughed, squeezing his waist.

Boot chuckled and kissed her head again, before leading her towards the gate once more. "Hungry?" he asked.

Brennan smiled. "Starving. Metaphorically, of course."

Booth grinned. "Of course, Bones. Let's get you and Junior something to eat."

Brennan looked at him, quizzically. "Who?"

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