A/N OK, you guys should all really LOVE me right now...I started this chapter on the night before my French oral exam, so if I have failed it's your fault! The second section thingy is based on an event that occurred before I want in for the exam, where I basically had a meltdown (read on, it will explain everything). And I can tell you now, the next chapter is gonna be a doozy - and I should know, because I've already written it. Now you really should love me because it will be up very very soon. So read, review, spread the love, and if you really love me you will visit Madeline McCann's website. She's a little girl from England who was abducted from Portugal a few weeks ago - lets all hope she makes it home soon! But anyway, enjoy, and leave me love! [This chapter was reuploaded on May 24th 2010 due to formatting errors]

Tinned peaches. For Temperance, this was the cause of some worry. On the way back from the doctor's office, she thought she might have become unconscious or zoned out for a while, because before she had realised it, she was in the checkout queue at her local supermarket buying ten tins of the stuff. Whatever had possessed her to buy it hadn't gone away – she sat at home now in the middle of the living room floor, legs crossed and in her pyjamas, eating the vile things straight out of the tin. Hadn't even been able to wait until she had put them into a bowl, she just dove right in and began eating. The only time she had ever remembered eating them before was when she went camping with her parents – years ago, when she was about nine years old – and she had almost thrown up after eating them. She hadn't expected the syrup to be quite as tooth-achingly sweet, and gulped it down like it was water. Big mistake. She didn't even like normal peaches. And even now, even after all of the gross foods she had eaten in strange and exotic countries, she still couldn't help feeling like she was eating goldfish. She ate them regardless – she was quite possibly the most strong-headed woman in the world, but even she succumbed to cravings.

The phone starting ringing from the table in the hall. Somewhat reluctantly, she put down her tin and spoon on the floor and pulled herself onto her feet. The floor was cold, and her footsteps echoed in the otherwise quiet house – the way she liked it when she was trying to unwind, but now the shrill ringing of the phone had totally distracted her from her relaxation technique (which had now been modified from normal calming breathing and meditation, to include 'pick up spoon, get slice of peach on spoon, put spoon in mouth, and repeat.')

"Hello?"

"Bren, it's Angela...I've had another brainwave..."

Temperance groaned. She knew she was about to be bombarded with more baby name suggestions. She considered hanging up.

"I'm kinda busy right now, Ange, can I ring you back?"

"This'll only take a second: How about the name 'London'?"

"How about no?"

"Sweetie, I thought you were interested in other cultures..."

"That's not a culture..."

"Whatever, just consider it, please? Can you imagine it, little London Brennan?"

"Have you ever been to London? It sounds like an underground station, and I don't want to associate my child with the smell of urine and vomit, thank you."

"Fine. How about Rain?"

"Oh God, someone's at the door. I really have to go Angela, I'll speak to you tomorrow."

She hung up. She had more than enough time to choose a name, although it was at a time like this she almost wished she was going to be a single mother – on the way out of the doctor's office, Booth had suggested the name Woodrow...

The cafeteria of the Jeffersonian was packed full of scientists in their white or blue lab coats. In the nine or so years that she had worked there, Temperance had never once eaten in there. She had only ventured down there today because she was being dragged by Zack, who had been incessantly chattering in her direction about an interesting fracture in an ulna that had been sent to them from Texas – she hadn't even been listening, just saying encouraging things in the rights places. Her lack of concentration had shocked her, and many of her co-workers, but she had just told them that she wasn't feeling one hundred percent today. And right now she wasn't. The smell of the food made her want to retch, and the noise from all of the people made her head spin and start pounding.

"Are you feeling OK, Dr Brennan?" Zack asked her as they got in the queue.

"I'm fine." Lies...

After about five minutes, they reached the counter where a burly woman stood clad in a white apron and cap, with a frown plastered on her face. It was obvious she didn't want to be here either.

"What can I getcha?"

Temperance thought for a moment, then said, "Do you have any baked potatoes left?"

"No sorry, they were pretty popular today. This is all we got left." The woman pointed to an industrial sized pot of stew. Just looking at it made her want to throw up, let alone eat it.

"Oh...uh..." Temperance began, getting flustered. She now knew why she never came in here. But what was so difficult about choosing what to have for lunch?

"You want it or not?" the woman said impatiently, her eyes locking on the long cue of people stretching back into the cafeteria.

The woman's harsh voice, and the sighs and stares from the hungry people behind her flustered her even more, and she couldn't think to get the words out. What was wrong with her today? She tried to mentally calm herself down, but it was all too much for her, and before she could stop it, she had screwed her face up and tears had escaped from her eyes. Talk about excessively hormonal...

"Dr Brennan? What's wrong?" a worried Zack asked, and hesitated before putting his hand on her shoulder. She could feel eyes from every angle burning onto her face, her back. She reached up to wipe her cheeks and took a deep breath. But the tears kept falling, making her more and more angry with herself.

"Just give her a plate of stew," Zack said to the woman behind the counter, who now looked at them both with a face that seemed both apologetic and slightly afraid, "she's just had a hard day, she's OK."

Taking her tray in her shaking hands, Temperance walked away in search of a table, and her assistant followed behind her. Sitting down, she dabbed at her eyes with a serviette she had picked up, and began laughing nervously.

"Zack, I am so sorry...I don't know what happened!" she was beginning to see the funny side, imagining how ridiculous she must have looked.

"You did say you weren't feeling well – even though you look great – glowing even. But maybe you should go home?"

"Oh no, I'm OK, really. Just a bit stupid." And she really felt stupid too. She really hoped this wouldn't be going round the whole lab by the end of the day. She was seen by her colleagues as being hard as nails, rarely showing emotion. She couldn't bear the thought that they may laugh at her for breaking her façade. That was really all she had, at the end of the day, to distance herself from people. And she didn't even like stew.

The rest of the day went without any other major 'hormonal incidents'. Temperance was slightly annoyed, however, at the fact that every time she saw Zack, whether it be him coming up to her so she could check his work, or her running into him outside her office, he would ask her is she was OK and give her a concerned look. She was fine, and she didn't need reminding of the fact that she was being weird.

One good thing had come from her outburst, though. Not once in about three hours had she thought about being pregnant, or buying baby things, or telling the rest of her colleagues. Although that might have had something to do with the fact that Angela had the day off. And she hadn't seen Booth for a while. She started to wonder what had happened too him shortly after work began, and he hadn't come in. Then when he still hadn't come in a few hours later, she began to get worried. Hodgins later informed her that he had rang while she was in the ladies' restroom (morning sickness isn't just for morning...) and he was taking care of Parker because he was home from school sick.

That was something Temperance had to look forward to. The issue of looking after somebody else, having responsibility over another human being. When she was younger, she had had a cat that she could barely take care of. But having a baby was hardly like having a cat. Plus, cats were well known to be fiercely independent, which babies generally weren't. You couldn't just leave a baby to clean and feed itself. But she was going to try and be as good a mother as hers had been, before she had died. And she would make sure her baby would never be left alone, or put into foster care. This baby would have everything Temperance never had when she was growing up.

Without thinking she put her hand to her stomach, which was starting to feel slightly bigger – she was naturally slim, but under her clothes (which she had started wearing slightly looser) you could definitely tell that there was something there. Her bump was kind of cute, though, in a weird way. Bigger than she thought she would be at just over four months pregnant, but then she had never done this before, none of her close friends (which was basically Angela) had children, and she didn't even have a mother to ask. Her doctor had assured her that everything was progressing normally and healthily. But she had so many questions with no one to answer them.