Chapter 9

Seeley Booth watched Temperance get out of his SUV make her way up the walk up to the door of her apartment. Her wavy hair swept up in a ponytail, the long tails of his white shirt peeking out beneath the jacket she had on. She was beginning to walk like a pregnant woman he mused to himself.

He'd just experienced the most incredible mind blowing love making session of his life with Temperance Brennan…with Bones! Unbelievable. If you would have told him he'd be in this position with her 6 months ago, he would have laughed.

He supposed the first time, back on New Years, was probably just as good, however the excessive amounts of alcohol they'd consumed blurred that memory. All he remembered of that night was the 3 bottles of champagne, talking, and trying to cheer her up. She seemed so alone, and he wanted to comfort her.

As he watched, she turned, and waved before she walked in the building, her profile illuminating her protruding middle, exposing the fact that she was pregnant with his child.

Bones is having my baby, he silently marveled to himself. Bones, who said she didn't want children. She never would have given it up. He could see that now. He could hardly wait for the ultrasound tomorrow. Hell, truth is he was wondering how he'd even be able to concentrate on work today, because he knew where he'd be spending the night. He tapped on the steering wheel, thinking a moment.

Maybe he could make arrangements for Parker to spend the weekend, getting to know Bones better, so he could tell him about his new brother or sister, he thought to himself as he pulled away from her building.

Grimacing, he wasn't looking forward to letting Rebecca in on what was going on. She'd already moved on to her next boyfriend, as their physical relationship had ended badly. Thankfully, Parker hadn't paid the price in loosing any time with me, he thought. He pulled into traffic and was on his way into work.

His mind was already thinking of after the baby was born. Obviously, she'd have to stay home for awhile, but there was no way she's want to be a stay at home Mom. While he wasn't thrilled with the idea of her out in the field with him, he knew she'd put up a hell of a fight if he tried to talk her into staying in the lab fulltime, no way would she do that.

He could already hear the list of arguments she'd present at the whys and women of past centuries and villages that worked. Yeah, he had his work cut out for him; thankfully he had time to choose his words.

He wasn't taking any chances with her. He wasn't going to let her slip away from him; he was going to do this Dad thing and this relationship thing right this time.

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Trista Duncan rushed up to the ticket window to get her ticket to Washington DC. A young man behind the counter glanced up at her and flashed a wide smile. "Hello, how may I help you?" he said in a professional tone, he was a short, slightly round dark haired man, with dark hair and glasses. His tag read: 'Hi, my name is Bob, can I help you today?'

Impatiently, she replied "One way ticket to Washington DC please", shoving her long thick red hair off her shoulder, she blew a breath up to push her bangs out of her eyes, and glanced around the busy terminal. An elderly gentleman was waiting behind her in line. He grinned at her as he caught her eye. She clenched her jaw, and counted to ten silently

"Okay, I can help you with that. I have several seats in first class, and a few in coach, did you have a preference?" the young man smiled as he asked her. He was way too cheerful she thought to herself

"First class is fine" she replied quickly, may as well enjoy the trip, she thought handing the man her credit card. He accepted it and asked her a million questions that didn't seem pertinent, but she managed to answer them without loosing it.

"Okay, do you have any luggage you need to check today ma'am?" he asked her pleasantly, handing her the credit card back.

Trista rolled her eyes and willed herself to remain patient "NO. I don't. Can I get going here?" she asked the young man, who looked at her patiently

"Of course. Here is your boarding information, over to my left on the blue concourse gate 17, enjoy your flight ma'am" he smiled and handed her the information

Trista snatched the papers away and strode purposefully down the corridor. All she could think about was getting to DC, and talking to her baby's biological mother.

Once Temperance met her and saw what a wonderful person she was, she is sure to understand, and call her attorney right away to draw up all the legal papers. She sighed, in a matter of hours, that baby, by law, will be hers. She'd see to it.

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Temperance Brennan unlocked her apartment, walked in and shut the door, she leaned against it, tipping her head back and letting out a long sigh, closing her eyes. Things had changed so fast so soon, it almost didn't seem real. It almost seemed like her life was turned upside down.

Just a matter of hours ago, she'd been in bed with Booth, entwined in his arms, hearing him chant her name over and over. Absently, she rubbed her belly, and glanced down at it. "You've been a very kicky baby lately"

She couldn't believe the bond she'd been forming in the short time they'd decided, well, he persuaded her, to keep their baby. If she were truly honest with herself, the likelihood of her actually going through with the adoption was slim. As time had gone by, she found herself thinking more and more of what her life could be life with the baby, and maybe even with Booth. She could imagine how her parents must have felt when she and Russ were on the way.

Walking towards her home office, she paused to turn on some classical music. She stood there a moment, as the soothing sounds flooded her apartment. Glancing over at the kitchen, she walked in and grabbed a few Oreos and a tall glass of milk. Balancing the cookies and milk, she walked into the small office, set down her snack, turned on her computer, and finally sat down. She may as well get started now. She had the basic storyline all laid out, the sooner she got started the better. She glanced at the Oreos. No. Not yet. She seriously had to think about her diet. Those cookies were dangerously addicting. A carrot just didn't sound good though. Book. I have to work on this book she reminded herself.

Forty-five minutes later, she was well on her way into her 1st chapter, and she realized she had to go to the bathroom. Again. She would be glad when she was done being pregnant. This whole bathroom thing was very inconvenient. That baby had to be sitting right on her bladder. She got up, less gracefully than a few months ago, and made her way to the bathroom. After finishing her business, she made it back to her chair in front of her computer monitor, and was about to get started again, when the phone rang. Groaning, she reached over and picked up the receiver.

"Brennan" she answered

"Hey it's me. How you feeling?" Booth asked

"Booth, you just left not that long ago, what could possibly have happened in that time frame that would make me feel less good than I already do?" she answered him in a confused tone

Booth sat there a moment. Not that long ago? Huh, sure seemed like longer.

"Well, you know, I didn't walk you upstairs or anything, so I just thought I'd check in" he finished, satisfied with his response. He doodled on a piece of scratch paper as he listened to her on the other end.

"Booth. I am fine. I can't work on my book and talk to you, so I'll talk to you later, okay?" she said with an irritated tone

"Okay okay. I'll see you later Bones" he said and hung up. Okay. Gotta concentrate here. He gazed down at the pile of reports he needed to finish and sighed. It was going to be a long day.

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Temperance absent-mindedly pushed her hair out of her face, and leaned back and stretched. She had made a lot of progress. Glancing over at the clock, she was shocked that over four and a half hours had passed. She had even forgotten about her cookies and milk. She also really had to go to the bathroom. Again.

She had just finished up in the bathroom, when she was startled by a knock at her door.

Frowning, she got up and made her way to the front door. She knew it couldn't be Booth, he would have barged right in, and it wasn't Angela, she was at work.

Setting her glass and cookies down on the breakfast bar, she opened the door, and was surprised to see a short, plump red headed woman standing there with a smile on her face. A huge purse slung over her shoulder, and a bouquet of flowers in her hand

"Well hello! You must be Temperance Brennan right?" the short woman pushed her way into the apartment

"Hold on, I didn't say you could come in here, who are you? How did you know my name?" she asked, her hand on my abdomen.

"Oh, didn't I mention my name? My name is Trista, Trista Duncan. I am a huge fan of your writing. I brought these flowers for you as a congratulatory gift on the upcoming birth of your baby!" she exclaimed in a syrupy over the top voice, thrusting the flowers at her.

Taking a step back, Temperance didn't know what to say. She hadn't had much experience dealing with the public on her book sales, or fans for that matter, but this woman's heart seemed like it was in the right place.

"Oh….well thank you. I'll just put them in water…" she turned to head to her kitchen, and felt something hard connect with the back of her head, she tried to remain conscious, but blackness crept in the sides of her vision, and she crumpled to the floor in a heap.

Trista stood there above her, her face eerily calm. The leaded glass vase clattered to the floor beside her.

"Well now. It looks like you've taken a spill. Lets get you out of here and back to Minnesota, where my baby belongs. Then everything will be just fine. Just fine…" she murmured with a gleam in her eyes.

End chapter 9

Nasty cliffhanger, I know. I promise not to keep you guys waiting too long!