A/N Evening all! Chapter 2 is up well before I expected (I know I promised many of you it would be the weekend) but I just had so much fun I couldn't help myself! But anyway, here is chapter 2, enjoy! [This chapter was reuploaded on May 24th 2010 due to formatting errors]

She could see the baby now. At least five feet long, but still with a lot of room to float around inside her. She felt a surge of fear as she realised she'd have to give birth to this…this thing. And she could see Booth – looking at her with disgust, his face oddly contorted as if she was looking at him through frosted glass. Then the baby started screaming and Booth turned away…

Temperance Brennan woke up in a cold sweat, her head raised slightly off the desk where it had rested as she slept. Without thinking, she reached down to put her hand on her stomach. Still as flat as hit had been two months ago – there was no way there was a five-foot baby in there. But the look on Booth's face in her dream still tormented her.

She knew she had to tell him about the baby, but she just hadn't found the right time. And there was still a tiny part of her that hoped that she wasn't pregnant. Being a scientific person, she had taken three pregnancy tests – if one was positive, but one was negative, she would use the third as a control. But all three had been positive. It was against her nature to not believe something when presented with evidence, but she really hoped it wasn't true. What would she do with a baby? She had never held a baby (if you didn't count the remains of the babies from Afghanistan) and she didn't have the slightest clue how to go about feeding one. How much did they eat, anyway? And how often?

These were the questions that Booth knew the answer to. He already had Parker, so he had to know what to do. But how would he react when she told him he was going to be a father again?

She wouldn't have to wait long to find out. No sooner had she left her office and walked out into the lab, greeted by the sound of Zack and Hodgins having an argument about how 'dirt' was a word that meant nothing, Booth walked around the corner and into her line of vision. He smiled and she froze, rooted to the spot. 'Oh, God,' she thought, 'what am I going to do?'

But she just turned around and walked back in the direction she has just come from.

"Hey, Bones! Where you going?"

"Ummm…Bathroom!" She wasn't really lying. Since she had found out she was pregnant, she needed to pee all the time. Before she knew, however, she didn't. She assumed it was a subconscious thing – on TV all pregnant women talked about needing to pee, so know she was, she would think something was wrong if she didn't need it too.

And as for cravings, the only weird food she liked was brussel sprouts, but she liked them even before she was pregnant.

"Bones?" she heard him yell after her.

They had been very drunk when their baby had been conceived. So drunk she didn't remember it, and she wasn't sure if he did either – he hadn't said anything to her about it, but he was probably just avoiding the subject. Their relationship was complicated enough, without sex being thrown into the equation. But a baby would complicate things even more, if that was even possible. They could argue about any topic under the sun, and both of them enjoyed it just a little bit.

It had started at Wong Foo's. The alcohol didn't seem to stop flowing, and it was 3 am. by the time they stumbled outside into the street to hail cabs back to their homes. Booth had managed to hail one and got in, but for some reason Bones climbed in after him. He didn't object, and before they knew it they were kissing. And then she was in his bed. She couldn't remember the details. And the next morning they both just acted like it had never happened, which hurt Temperance a little more than she would let anyone know.

But now here she was leaning against one the sinks in the ladies restroom, wondering how to tell him. She had never been one to run away from her problems, but right now she felt like locking herself in a cubicle and never coming out again.

Tears began to run down her cheeks. She decided that she wasn't upset, just hormonal. A baby couldn't be that hard to look after, and she surmised that she could do it alone. And she would have Angela to help her occasionally, and she may even trust Zack sometimes. She wasn't completely alone.

At that moment, Angela herself came into the ladies room. Seeing her best friend stood there crying, she rushed over to comfort her.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?"

She sniffed and dabbed at her eyes with a paper towel Angela had handed her, then said, "It's nothing, really I'm fine…"

"Don't lie to me, Brennan; I know when something is wrong,"

Angela sighed and looked at her.

"Angela…If your friend told you she was pregnant, what would you do?"

"Why? Who's pregnant? Is it Olivia from archaeology? I knew she was a dark horse…"

"Angela!" Bones cut her off, "No, it's me. I'm pregnant."

Saying it out loud made the whole thing seem more real to her. She suddenly felt a surge of fear run through her – she couldn't cope on her own, she couldn't get Angela to help out, Angela probably knew less than her about babies, and Booth would never speak to her again. How was it fair for her baby to grow up without a father?

"You? But you don't even have a boyfriend!"

"I know that. Pigs and wolves are the only other monogamous mammals, but in this day and age it's quite common for single women of my age to want a baby and do so but unconventional means."

"What? You used a sperm donor?"

"No! No, it's not like that."

"Well what then? I can't believe you would do something this drastic without consulting me – your best friend!"

This was not working out the way she had planned. She thought Angela would be supportive, but instead she seemed mad. It's not as if she had slept with Booth with the intention of getting pregnant. More importantly, was that how he would see it?