I didn't feel well. My stomache was swimming. My head was pounding. I felt warm. The baby gave me a russuring kick. It didn't help me feel better though. Apperently, my father was drugged. A lot. He was un-councious when Booth told one of his FBI agents to take me home. Booth knew I would freak. What did he expect though! I'm three months pregnant. I'm tired. My back is killing me. Oh, what I would do for a nice back rub right now... That's besides the point. When can I see my dad? Why does the baby keep kicking me? When is Booth coming home. Again, the room started to spin. Breath, Brennan. Breath... I was sound asleep when I heard Booth's voice waft threw my dreams.

"Bones? Sweetie, are you okay?" Wow. I really did love that man. He walked into the living room, where I was laying on the couch. He smilied. Why's he so...sexy? Why am I thinking like this? Calm down Brennan. You and Booth only had sexusal intercourse once. It was amazing though. Mm. Booth naked. Doing that-

"You look warm. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Lies. I havn't felt 'fine' since the day I found out I was pregnant. Booth looked down at my stomache where my baby bump was starting to show.

"That's so sexy, you know?"

"My baby bump?"

"Mhm." How's that sexy? I was gaining weight. Losing my okay body for a bigger one. I hardly find that very attractive. Booth traced his fingers around my stomache where are child was growing. My bump looked extra big today in my tight shirt. I didn't notice that until now.

"What's wrong? You look like you want something."

"You can't 'look like you want something.'" I whispered. Sleep starting to overpower me. I needed rest. I was exsashted.

"Just tell me what you'd like. I'll get it for you."

"I just want-t to sleep." I mumbled. I heard Booth mumble something to himself about not taking good enough care of his beautiful, pregnant Bones. I was to tired to try and even think of words to mumble back. Soon, I fell into a subcouncious state. Booth and I were having some sort of baby shower. (I was huge.) In my dream, we were having a little girl. Every gift was so precious. Every piece of food tasted so delicous. Booth was smiling and having a great time. It was amazing to watch. Life was perfect. I now beilived Booth when he said that were going to be great parents. I was only three months along but I already loved the baby. I couldn't wait to see he/ she. I bolted out of my dream for no reason. I moaned. Why must my back always hurt? Booth's hand was placed over my stomache where I had a feeling it would be for the next six months.

"Booth," I wined. Obviously, I was going to be a little crabby today. "you need to get up for work."

"Alright, alright." He started to lean down and kiss me but I shot him such a 'dirty' look that he pulled away before he even reached my lips. He walked into the bathroom. Goodness, why am I so angry? I got dressed while I waited for Booth to take his shower. I tried finding a shirt a little less tight but wasn't having any luck. I guess it's time for maternity clothes. Booth finally finished in the shower, than we drove off towards work.

"Here's the bones, Dr. Brennan."

"it's about time Clark!" I screamed. I was being rude. In reality it only took him about thirty minutes to clean everything off that Cam would need. About an hour later I yelled at him for walking into a room incorrectly.

"Dr. Brennan-"

"Get out of here Clark! I don't like the way you walked in here. So, until you learn to work into a room correctly I do not wish to see you." Two hours after that...

"Clark! You didn't clean this bone will enough." The bone was really perfectly cleaned. I'm not exactly sure why I was yelling at him.

"But , Dr. Brennan-"

"Nope! Go clean it! Now!" So when Clark and I were siting up in the londge just the two of us. I told him I was sorry.

"Clark, sorry for my behavior today. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"It's okay, Dr. Brennan. It was just a moodswing-" Before I could open my mouth to say anything Booth placed his hand over it.

"You probably don't want to finish that sentence," Booth said smiling. "You better run." Clark's eyes windened as he glanced towards me. He ran off. Booth laughed and pulled his hand away from my mouth and looked towards me. I glared at him. His eyes widened as well, and I'm sure he considered the possiblilty of running away as well.