A/N Alright my little darlings, here is another chapter for you wonderful, lovely people! I'm very very excited about this one, it's a big beast of a chapter! Take note of the genre thingy up there above this - oh yes, that's right. But Hannah, I hear you cry, this can't be! Oh but it is, my friends. But who could the romance possibly be between. Am I going to be obvious and make Seeley and Temperance succumb to their feelings, will there be some Hodgins/Angela lovin', or will this love fest be between two totally made up characters called Mindy and Tarquin? Oh-ho-ho, you will have to read on to find out! Review if you love me, or if you don't I will KILL Parker! Drastic, I know, but your reviews will keep him alive! I'm just kidding, I'm getting a high from writing. The best drug is BB FanFiction! [This chapter was reuploaded on May 24th 2010 due to formatting errors]

"Thanks so much for coming! She's out back, go through!"

Angela was thoroughly getting into the role of gracious host for Temperance's Baby Shower. She had dressed the part – she felt a bit like a fifties house wife, but in a strange way she sort of enjoyed it – and had made the snacks herself. She wanted everything to be perfect. And so far, things had gone OK. It had been a struggle gathering enough people to make it special for Temperance (who had spent most of the party so far in the kitchen helping out with drinks, from her comfortable place on a stool), but she had eventually managed to convince a couple of people from Admin, Olivia and Jillian from archaeology, and some of Angela's more maternal friends, who actually had a child each. Zack was providing the entertainment, after trying and failing to light the barbecue but managing to almost singe his eyebrows off. Hodgins spent most of his time assisting with music, but annoying everyone when he found a classical CD hidden among Angela's mainly Pop collection.

"Right, are we ready to get cooking?" Booth said as he came in through the back door from the garden, wearing a 'kiss the cook' apron, with a chef's hat perched at a jaunty angle on his head. It was three in the afternoon, but he already had a beer in his had.

"It's amazing how many clichés you've managed to fit in there, Seeley." Temperance said when she saw him. "All you need now is a bad moustache."

"I'm saving that for when the kids are here. Getting ready to be the world's most embarrassing Dad."

"That won't really take effect until they're teenagers." Hodgins said as he came into the room, and laughed at him. Zack laughed along, too, but only because he knew the man much bigger than him was unarmed.

"I still remember when my old man came to Parent-Teacher night in his slippers..." This caused the whole room, in which all of the guests had now congregated, to burst out laughing at the image. The whole atmosphere, especially between the two soon-to-be parents, seemed less tense. She was getting over her unfounded embarrassment towards him, although she still felt like this whole thing was almost an inconvenience to him.

"Are you going to get cooking sometime today, Booth, Temperance is eating for three now!"

"I feel bad at accepting all of those gifts. I hardly know any of those people."

"If they cared enough to come, the least they could do was bring gifts. Those basket thingys full of clothes and stuff...with those tiny little socks, did you see them?"

"They are called layettes. And yeah, they were so small! It's hard to imagine they'll be here soon."

"I know...It seems like yesterday you told me about them. I'm surprised that I didn't faint, to be totally honest."

"Me too."

There was an uncomfortable silence, that seemed to stretch out of the windscreen and into the cold night air. She was behind the wheel of her car, which she could barely fit in now, driving him home. He never let her drive before, but she guessed he was only doing it now because she soon wouldn't be able to wedge herself into the driver's seat.

"Make a left here." he said, a split second after she had started to turn.

"Yeah, I know."

A few minutes later, after more silence, she pulled into his driveway. The house was dark except for the light hanging from the roof of the porch, over the door, which cast a warm glow out onto the lawn. It looked freshly mowed, and she could imagine him out there every Sunday, after he'd washed his car but before he got ready to take Parker back to his mother.

"OK, this is my stop. I'm really glad you're letting me be part of all this, Temperance. Its really great. Better than great." he smiled that smile at her. "See you at work."

He went to open his door, but stopped, turned in his seat and kissed her on the lips. She was stunned, and it took her a moment to realise what had happened. By that time, it was all over and he was just sitting there looking at her, while she looked back at him, her mouth and eyes wide. She had just managed to get her thoughts gathered, when he kissed her again.

"Bye then."

"Wait!" she said, "What was that?" Inside she was screaming.

"Goodbye kiss." he said simply and shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

"Well the last time that happened, this happened!" She gestured to her bump.

"Are we going to sit in my driveway all night, or can I go inside?"

She nodded feebly, and turned to stare straight out ahead of her, at his white garage door. She heard the door slam, his footsteps up the path, and his his front door opening. She didn't understand. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him look back at her, and he waved, then went inside. She heard the door close behind him, and then she was alone again. Alone except for the bump.

What just happened? She was so confused...

Angela rolled over onto her stomach, and spread her arms out in her otherwise empty bed. Sunday mornings were her favourite part of the week (unless she was hungover) because it meant she had the whole day to plan the next weeks after-work activities. And that usually meant sleeping till noon, having a lazy brunch, then chilling out with her day planner and the notepad she normally kept by the phone, on which she wrote down all her messages and party invites. The day ended with her taking a long, hot bath with a glass of wine in her hand.

But this morning was different. She rolled over again, her sleep-clouded mind tried to decipher what it was that had woken her up, and looked at the clock on her night stand. It definitely wasn't anywhere near noon. Her eyes focused on the phone next to it, when she realised that it's shrill ringing had roused her from her sleep.

"Hello?"

"Ange? It's me..."

She groaned. She was always glad to hear from Brennan, but not always this early in the morning.

"Sweetie, it's seven thirty. What's wrong?"

"Um...I need your help."

"What, what is it? Is it the babies, do you think you're going into labour? Temperance?"

"No, no nothing like that, it's...Booth kissed me."

"Yeah, I know. You did a lot more than that, too. You're carrying his children right now, remember?"

"No, I don't mean then...I mean yesterday. Last night. Ange?"

She had dropped the phone, and was crawling out of bed to pluck it from where it had landed on the floor. She had to have heard that wrong. It almost sounded like 'Booth hit me', which to be honest was slightly less outrageous (everyone felt like hitting her at some point, she just had an innocent way of getting to people). But kissed...

"Yeah I'm still here, you wanna run that by me again?"

"He kissed me. I'm not sure why."

"Well did he say anything?"

"That he was glad I was letting him be part of everything. And then he did it."

"OK. Maybe he wants you guys to raise the kids properly – have the house with the white picket fence, and the dog, and be on the PTA."

"I don't know what that means."

"Temperance," she said, then sighed, "You know him and Parker's mother never had the whole 'family unit' thing. Maybe he wants that with you. Do you think you want that too?"

"I don't need him. I can do this by myself."

"Can you? I don't mean with my help, of course I'll help out as much as I can, but I'm not their dad. You know what it's like not to have a proper family, do you want that for your babies?"

There was silence on the other end of the line. She was definitely thinking about it, which could only be a good thing. But Temperance had a tendency to over think things, and just once Angela wished she would just throw caution to the wind, and go with her heart instead of her head. She had done that before, when she had slept with Booth, and just look at her now – she was about to have two babies, she was glowing. If she ignored the voice in her head telling her to do the smart thing, who knows how much happier she could be. And the voice wasn't always right – having a relationship with him was definitely the smart thing to do in this case.

"Of course I don't. Do you really think that's what he wants?"

"How long have we all been working together? Of course it's what he wants! Any man would be mad not to want to be with you, Sweetie. Trust me...It's what he wants."

"OK. I'll talk to him about it."

Angela groaned again. "No, don't do that. Let him talk to you."

"Well what if he doesn't bring it up?"

"He will. And you better tell him you want to be a family! Because you know if you don't, I'll snap him up!"

"OK. Thanks, Ange."

"You're welcome, Sweetie. I'll speak to you later."

She hung up. Sometimes, she thought she could do well in a career as a life coach.

A/N Part Deux So there we have it, dear readers! Where ever will this lead? I really just don't know! (Actually, that's a lie, I've already finished the next chapter!) Also, what do people think about changing the title of this delightful story (just blowing my own horn now aren't I!) because I hadn't actually planned for them to have TWO babies, so the title implies she is having one baby...or should I keep it the same so that future readers can get the thrill of discovering the plot unfold? Tell me what you think!