A/N Thanks for all your reviews, I feel very loved. You guys are all sooooo lucky - two chapters in two days! I wrote this one in about two days, and I started the next chapter at 3pm this afternoon and finished it at 10pm! I'm amazed! This one is a major chapter, I hope y'all are prepared - although some of you have guessed what happens! So read, review, keep leaving me your love! I love you all! [This chapter was reuploaded on May 24th 2010 due to formatting errors]

"I have another scan today, are you coming with me to this one?" Temperance asked Booth, a hint of fear evident in her voice. She didn't want to go alone, but she still felt weird asking him to go along.

"Of course. What time, I'll make sure I'm not doing anything."

"Eleven thirty. Is that OK?"

"Yeah sure. I'll pick you up from here, I got some stuff I gotta take care of."

And then he winked at her. Now was not the time for winking at her, using his charm on her, she was already pregnant with his child.

Waiting in the same doctor's office, reading the same magazine she was sure had been there the last time, Temperance sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs, made even more uncomfortable by the fact that she had to pee really badly. The doctor had told her he wanted a urine sample, so she had to wait – something she wasn't very happy about.

Booth still hadn't arrived. He had called to say he would be running late, and that she should make her own way there, but what could be keeping him? He had said he wanted to come with her, but he wasn't here.

"Temperance Brennan?" the nurse called out into the waiting area.

He still wasn't here. It wasn't like him to be late, especially for something so important. Maybe she couldn't rely on him like she thought she could. Reluctantly she pulled herself out of the chair, and walked over to the door where the nurse was hovering.

With almost perfect timing, Booth appeared through the main entrance.

"Sorry I'm late, have I missed anything?"

"No, I'm just going in now. Where were you?"

"Oh, no where. Just stuck in traffic."

After about ten minutes, the nurse performing the scan had left the room. Before she went, she said that she was going to go and find a doctor. That could only mean one thing...

"What's going on?" Temperance asked, starting to think the worst. She hadn't felt like anything was wrong, everything seemed to be progressing normally. But then she had never done this before, so she didn't really have anything to compare it to.

"I'm sure it's nothing." Booth replied, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. He squeezed her hand, attempting to comfort her, but the worry was already etched on her stern, but pretty, face.

The nurse came back in, closely followed by the doctor who had confirmed her pregnancy. He was a short, stout man, with bright red hair, marred by a bald spot on his crown. His bright blue eyes were surrounded by deep wrinkles, but his overall appearance was friendly – if not a little zany, if his fine choice of sweater was something to judge by. Seeing the worry on his patient's face, he gave her a soft smile.

"Gladys is new here," he said, nodded towards the small Chinese nurse, with an apologetic smile. "This is just a precautionary measure. We want to make sure everything is right as rain."

A few moments later, the sound of their baby's heartbeat filled the room, and Temperance had to fight to hold back the tears. Even though this was a baby neither of them was expecting, she was definitely pleased that everything was fine. She looked over at Booth – he was beaming at her, that awesome mega-watt smile, and squeezed her hand again.

The doctor moved the wand over her stomach, and settled it in another place. This time, two fuzzy-sounding heartbeats were projected into the room. Temperance's jaw dropped. The doctor chuckled, shook Booth's hand, and then said:

"Congratulations Ms Brennan, you're expecting twins!"

"Twins?"

"As in two babies?" Booth said.

"That's right!" That damned doctor was just too smiley. Temperance had to resist the urge to reach out and smack him – people like that annoyed her, especially when he was talking about something like this, that she was totally unprepared for. She should be smiling crazily, too.

"Wow..." she said, and smiled weakly. She felt numb – this hadn't really been able to sink into her brain yet.

"Baby shower!"

"What's that? Not one of those ridiculous new inventions for expectant mothers, is it?"

"No!" Angela looked at Temperance in disbelief. This was the woman who had been to Afghanistan, Iran, and some other country most people had never heard of, but she had never even heard of, or experienced, a baby shower.

"So what is it then?"

"It's a big party for new moms. There's cake, and presents, and beer for me, and games, and just general fun. And just think, the more people we invite, the more gifts you will receive. That can only be a good thing in your...condition." She had taken the news that there would be two babies for her to spoil and fuss over a lot better than the parents, and still found it funny that the woman who never wanted children, would now soon be a mother to two of them.

"So kind of like the last shot of fun before I start serving my sentence."

"Sweetie, you can't talk like that! All that negative energy isn't good for the baby. Babies."

Temperance shot her an evil stare. She was hardly in the best frame of mind to start discussing this now. She still wasn't sure if she wanted this – even though it was a bit late to do anything about it now. She was perched on the edge of her desk, but glanced down at her body, almost with a feeling of fear. Her now five months pregnant stomach seemed to loom in the space between her and Angela, her light green t-shirt stretched over it. She knew she should have got a bigger size, but wasn't planning to get quite so big. But then again, she wasn't planning to have twins either.

"Go away, I'm hormonal. And I think I'm entitled to be, don't you?"

Angela decided it would be best to change the subject. "I like that skirt you're wearing, did you get that with me?"

"I sure as hell didn't go on my own."

Maternity shopping had been an...interesting experience, to say the least. All of the clothes were fairly neutral, a style that she normally would wear, anyway, but the sheer size of some of them made her feel quite uneasy. And this was before anyone told her just how big women having twins get. Even now, she felt like if she got any bigger she would explode, and she still had four months left to go. Less that that. She had starting by counting down the weeks, but now it had moved onto her counting the days. Ninety eight. It seemed like a long time but it really wasn't. Only fourteen weeks. Which wasn't nearly enough time for her to do everything she had been putting off – not normally one to procrastinate, she had left buying nursery furniture until now so she could paint the room, and wouldn't get paint on all the new stuff she had bought (which seemed logical). But she couldn't paint until she had had the new carpet put in for the same reason. And waiting to find out the sex of the babies was not her best idea. It meant she had to paint the room yellow, which wasn't the most restful colour (even the shade she had picked made her feel a bit dizzy), she couldn't buy proper baby clothes, and now she didn't know if she would have time to after they were born because she would be rushed off her feet.

She had spent the last couple of weekends putting the furniture together – something which Booth thought he should help with, even thought she was more than capable. Last weekend, she had folded the very few baby clothes that she already had and put them in the wardrobe (she hated being so unprepared, but she wasn't even sure this was entirely real yet), then put the two stuffed lady-bugs that Hodgins had bought the babies on the shelf, which she had had fun trying to put up by herself.

Hodgins wouldn't have bought anything, though, if Angela hadn't let the secret slip about a month and a half ago. Although in a strange way, Temperance was grateful, as it meant she hadn't had to do it herself. And she couldn't really hide it much longer. Her blue lab coat had done a good job for a lot longer than she expected, but still no one had noticed. And Zack even seemed surprised when she told them how far along she was.

And now they were being very gentlemanly, making sure she was well rested, always asking her if she wanted to sit down, or if she needed anything. The one thing that Angela hadn't told them was that Booth was the father. How they would react to that was anyone's guess.

"Brennan?"

"Sorry, Ange, I was just thinking."

"I could tell," she said, and laughed softly. "So what about this baby shower?"

"Babies shower. It would be useful, I guess. Who do we invite?"

This should be good. Who did they have to invite? Temperance's only friends were the ones she worked with, and five people didn't usually equate to a festive atmosphere.

Seeing the worried look on her best friend's face, Angela quickly said, "Leave it all to me, Sweetie, I know a lot of people."

"No one weird."

"I promise."