Brennan put her toothbrush back in the glass over the sink. That was the third time she had brushed them that morning. She couldn't seem to kick the stomach bug she had picked up a few weeks before. She was convinced that Booth had brought it home from the school. It had been almost three and a half months since they had come back from New York and absolutely nothing strange had happened them. Booth had settled back into work after the two weeks off and Brennan had gotten back into the swing of the house hold jobs. Until about a month after when she got the flu. After that she started getting sick and was yet to recover fully from that. In the last week or two though it seemed to settle down she only felt sick when she woke up in the morning but once she woke up properly she was fine. Booth was beginning to get extremely worried about her. He had tried for weeks to get her to go to a doctor but with no avail.
Taking one last mouthful of water she checked herself over in the mirror and went out the door. Orla had called her the day before and invited her over for lunch. She knocked on the door and it was opened a few seconds later. She was brought through to the kitchen and sat down. Orla started talking to her but Brennan was only half listening.
"Emily are you alright?" she asked Brennan looked up.
"Yes sorry I'm sort of tired."
"Yes David said you weren't feeling like yourself lately."
"I'm fine. He worries too much!" she laughed.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Well I'm feeling slightly off at the moment. Like I have the flu and a stomach bug put together." She sighed.
"Yeah? Any strange cravings at the moment?" Orla asked. Brennan raised her eyebrow then thought about it.
"Fish. I always want fish."
"Clothes getting kinda tight?" Orla smiled.
"Yes…" then it hit her. "…No! No Orla I can't be!" she looked down at the table. When she looked back Orla was still smiling.
"Late?"
"Yes but I thought it was because of the flu." She sighed. "No I can't be!" she let out half a laugh. Orla patted her arm.
"One way to find out!"
Brennan tucked the brown bag into the bottom of the filing cabinet in the library. It was the fourth day in a row she had taken it out only to put it back in again. It could wait one more day. She kept telling herself. One more day. Moving the files to cover it she closed the drawer. She went down to her car and headed into town to do the shopping.