A/N Hey everyone! I've really appreciated all of the reviews! Here is chapter 3 - and if anyone has any ideas for baby names, they would be most helpful...I'm liking Emily for a girl of David for a boy, just as a kind of joke but give me your ideas! Enjoy!

She could hear him breathing next to her – slow and steady, his nose whistling slightly – she knew he was suffering from a cold. He would inhale sharply sometimes, which she found a bit annoying, but she didn't have a tissue to offer him. It was the only noise in the silence of the room.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She normally found forensics seminars incredibly fascinating and was very rarely bored, but today she just couldn't focus. The paper she was meant to be making notes on was covered in doodles of trees and pyramids instead of her usual sprawling handwriting.

Temperance looked over at Booth sitting next to her. She wasn't exactly sure why he had come along. On the other side of her was Zack – now he was coming to the end of his degree he barely left her side for fear he might miss something vital to his future career that he hadn't noticed before in all of the time he had been working with her.

She looked up at the professor giving the lecture, trying with all her might to concentrate. She usually found listening to her peers comforting – she found comfort in the facts that she already knew. Feeling something drop on her lap, she looked over at Zack, who was still intently scribbling notes.

The piece of paper was crumpled into a ball. She opened it out, and recognised Booth's writing:

'I'm bored – why aren't you taking notes? Have you seen the guy in front's dandruff? Hilarious!'

This was her chance to tell him about the baby. Yes, he was hot-headed, but it was very unlikely he would make a scene in front of all these people.

She began to write back with a shaky hand:

'Booth – I'm pregnant.'

A few seconds later, another note bounced off her knee and fell to the floor. She bent to pick it up:

'Jokes aren't your strong point, Bones. If you have to explain, it's not funny – would you mind explaining?' He had drawn a confused looking face next to the message.

She had been foolish to think it would be so easy. She leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, "I'm pregnant, Booth…You're the father."

She had been able to hear his breathing as she leaned close to him. Now she couldn't. Looking at his face and noticing his expression, she thought he looked like he had been hit with a wet fish. After a few seconds, his breathing continued again, only rapidly and more laboured.

'Oh, God,' she thought, 'I've given him a heart attack – now my baby won't have a dad.' She poked him with her pen, and the stunned look was replaced with one of a man who is trying to work out a complicated math problem.

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When they were finally outside, the colour returned to Booth's face. Temperance told Zack to go and wait in the car, and he did so without asking questions. When she was sure he was round the corner, she turned to Booth and asked, "Are you OK?"

"Um…I…Yeah. A baby?"

She looked at him and laughed. "No, a goat…Yes a baby!"

He smiled weakly.

"If you don't want to be a part of it I understand. No one knows except Angela, and she thinks I bought some random guy's sperm on Ebay."

Now he looked shocked, and maybe even a little hurt.

"Oh course I want to be a part of it! I'm not just going to let you do it all on your own!"

She felt a huge surge of relief. She had been sure she would have been forced into single mother-hood, but the fact that he wasn't going to let that happen made her feel very happy, and for the first time she was glad she was having this baby.

Before she had time to react, he had put his arms round her and was giving her a hug. She felt all her worries leaving her, and was so overwhelmed she started to cry.

"Bones, it's going to be OK. I'm going to take care of you and the baby. Don't worry; everything is going to be fine."

He hugged her some more. She sobbed some more. He comforted her some more.

She said into his chest, "We forgot about Zack. He's probably wondering where we are."

"He's probably not even noticed."

They both laughed, and started walking back to the car, Booth still with his arm around her waist.