A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait for this chapter. RL has been kicking my butt this week. But here is it is, enjoy!

Thanks to Effie, who is patient with my neurotic self. You should be thankful to her too. Trust me.

Disclaimer: Yeah, nothing has changed in a week.

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The sun was bright when Brennan opened her eyes the next morning and when she went to sit up a wave of nausea overtook her. She leaned back down against the pillow, pressing her eyes closed as she wished the sickness away. A few deep breathes later her stomach felt calm enough to try again, however this time the nausea would not relent and she found herself reaching the bathroom just in time.

Booth was beside her in an instant, his hands rubbing circles on her back, and when the waves finally subsided she leaned back against Booth's chest.

"I had high expectation to avoid such violent morning sickness symptoms." Brennan said quietly after she took a drink from the glass of water Booth had handed her. "This is the first morning I've experienced such a response."

"I wish I could take away the bad parts of pregnancy from you Bones."

Brennan smiled and kissed his palm, "I know you would if you could Booth. But these symptoms are clear indicators that the pregnancy is progressing normally. We should get ready for work."

"It's Sunday Bones," Booth reminded her, "no work for us unless a body drops. The only reason I was up is because I was going to go to Mass this morning."

"Oh," Brennan sighed, "I believe I remember you mentioning that last night. Go, I'll be fine."

"No way," Booth countered, "I'm not leaving you here curled up on the bathroom floor. "I can stay home, it'll be fine."

"It'll be fine if you go as well," Brennan argued, "I'm fine now, or will be fine soon, and I'm going to try and get some writing done. Then when you get back we'll go get something to eat and visit Angela and the baby in the hospital like we planned."

"Are you sure Bones?"

"I am quite certain Booth," Brennan stated removed herself from his arms and standing, "that I will be able to survive without you for a few hours. Besides, I should get back to my apartment."

"You're going back to your place?"

"I did not bring my computer here," Brennan informed him, "also I would like to take a bath and my tub is sufficiently larger than yours here."

"I'll drop you off on my way to church since you don't have your car here."

"Thank you Booth," Brennan answered and reached up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "And thank you for worrying about me."

Booth only smiled and kissed his way across her temple, "Remember that when we start arguing about your field work."

"Why would we argue about my work in the field?"

"Bones, we don't have to talk about this now."

"Are you planning on restricting my time in the field with you Booth?"

"Not at first."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I have no plans to take you in the field with me when you are nine months pregnant. It means that I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you out of harm's way. And that means that if I have to keep you out of the field then I will keep you out of the field."

"Well of course I will not be participating in field work when I am nine months pregnant. That would be extremely uncomfortable for me. However, I will continue working as normal until I feel that I am unable to perform my best in the field and will at that time work only from the lab."

"I'll agree to that for now Bones," Booth told her, "but that doesn't mean I'm happy about it."

"You do not have to be happy about it Booth, however it is my career and I will do as I see is necessary to remain as the best in my field."

"I won't allow you to put your health or the health of our child in jeopardy."

"And you believe that I would?" Brennan asked, her eyes still burning with ire but her voice was shaky and Booth reached out for her. She slid around him and sat down on the edge of his bed. "I would not put our baby in danger Booth. I would do everything possible to avoid that completely."

"I know you will Bones."

"That is not what your statement made it seem earlier."

Booth shook his head and sat down next to her, "I didn't mean to say it like that."

"Then how did you mean it Booth?"

"I just meant that I will want to keep you safe," Booth answered, "and that I will probably be over protective of you and the baby. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you."

"Booth," Brennan whispered and rested her hand on his cheek, "I know that your love for me and our child will result in your alpha male tendencies to come out; however you have to trust me."

"I do!"

"And trust that I will know what is best for my health and the health of our child. I love our child Booth. I do."

"I know you do Bones. I always knew you would make a great mom."

"I want to be," Brennan answered, "but this is new for me and I am learning as I go. But I have an incredibly steep learning curve."

"You do."

"Are we okay Booth?"

Booth leaned over and captured her lips in a heated kiss. "We're more than okay Bones."

Brennan smiled at his and accepted another kiss without hesitation. "You should go," she said after a minute, "or you will be late for your service."

"Yeah," Booth agreed after a moment with a grin, "Come on Bones. I'll drop you off at your apartment."

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Brennan found that after only twenty minutes sitting at her computer she was having a difficult time keeping her focus on the fictional characters she had created. This was the last book on the contract she had signed years ago and was feeling relieved about its upcoming completion. She knew her publisher and agent would insist she sign a new contract but she had not decided if that was something she wanted to do. Not now, especially with a child on the way her life would become even busier and she could not imagine attempting to produce quality novels in addition to raising a child and continuing her work at the lab.

She decided to add it to the list of things that she and Booth needed to discuss.

Shaking her head and forcing herself to focus on her computer screen she typed a few words, read them, and the deleted them. Shutting her laptop more forcibly than called for she rested her head on her hands and took a few slow breaths. She looked over to the wall lined with bookshelves and rose slowly.

She knew exactly where the book she was looking for was housed and she grabbed the thick book off the shelf. It had been an impulse purchase after Booth had agreed to donate his sperm years ago and when she decided to not go through with the pregnancy then she had been unable to part with the book.

The woman on the cover smiled brightly her hand resting on her protruding stomach and Brennan smiled back at her. She was sure that the book's pages held no information she didn't already know, but when she had originally purchased the book it made her decision feel more definite. Now it just sent a surge of comfort through her mind.

She was engrossed in the book when she heard a knock on her door and when Brennan looked up she was surprised to see that almost two hours had passed. She stood and stretched her muscles that were cramped from staying the same position and looked out the peep hole on her front door.

"You have a key to my apartment," she stated as she opened the door, "I don't know why you knocked."

"I would have opened the door myself if you had waited much longer to answer," Booth assured her. "You didn't answer your phone."

"You called?"

"When Mass let out," Booth told her, "Like I said I would. But you never answered, I came straight here."

"I was reading."

Booth's eyes shifted over to the coffee table and a grin spread over his face at the sight of the book. He walked over and picked it up, "What To Expect When You're Expecting, huh? Wouldn't have thought you would read something like this Bones."

Brennan blushed, "it was an impulse purchase that I've had for awhile and decided I might as well see what useful information I would find. Reading the accounts of women who have already gone through their pregnancies is rather insightful."

"When did you buy this Bones?"

"That isn't important Booth."

"It isn't?"

"No," Brennan stated, "If you'll just give me a moment to change I'll be ready to adhere to our plans for this evening."

"Of course Bones," Booth assured her and he watched as she headed down the hallway. He looked at the book in his hands and flipped open to the table of contents page when a piece of paper fluttered to the floor from in between the pages. When Booth picked it up he noticed it was a receipt and the date caught his eye. He only smiled again and continued to flip through the pages of the book.

"I'm ready to go Booth," Brennan told him coming back into the room and Booth smirked at her. "What?"

"I'm just surprised you've held on to this book for nearly three years Bones, that's all."

Brennan blushed again and then took a step forward, "I purchased it when I was considering having a child on my own. It never seemed prudent to throw it away."

Booth smirked, "and it's coming in handy now."

"I suppose," Brennan relented, "I am finding some of the information rather intriguing. There are several different opinions I have realized on what is best for the mother and fetus during development."

"You do like to be well informed."

"Of course," Brennan said with a nod and grabbed her coat and purse, "I would rather be over-educated and as unlikely as it is, I am finding it rather useful information. Besides, it is better to have multiple insights from those who are already experienced."

"I'm sure it is." Booth wrapped his arm around her shoulder to lead her out of the door with a smile on his face. "Come on Bones, I'm starving!"

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"He's a beautiful child Angela," Brennan whispered to her friend over the sleeping baby that was in her arms. "He's perfect."

"We think so too," Angela agreed looking up at Hodgins. "Thanks for stopping by again."

"Of course Ange," Booth assured her, "you asked us too."

"Angela and I had a question for you both," Hodgins said and Booth noticed he squeezed Angela's hand tightly. "We want you two to be Michael's godparents."

"Of course," Brennan agreed automatically, "Angela, Jack I'm…I'm honored."

Tears welled up in her eyes and Booth pressed his hand to the middle of her back. Brennan had already told him that Angela knew they were no longer simply partners and he would have been surprised if Angela had kept the secret from her husband.

"We would love to be Mike's godparents," Booth agreed. "It means a lot that you would ask us."

"There was no other choice man," Hodgins stated and when he yawned Booth chuckled. "I will be glad to go home and try to sleep in my own bed."

"You're not going to be doing much sleeping even at home Hodgins," Booth warned him, "Come on, I'll treat you to a cup of coffee, looks like you need it."

Angela and Brennan chuckled at them and watched as they left the room. As soon as the hospital room door was closed behind them Angela turned back to Brennan.

"Okay," Angela questioned, "whatever it is, spill."

"I don't know what the means," Brennan said coyly her attention focused on the baby in her arms.

"Bull," Angela chided with a smirk. "You look happy, which is no surprise because I'm certain you and Agent Studly are still sharing a bed, but there is something else, isn't there?"

"Yes," Brennan whispered here eyes rising up to meet Angela's and a smile showing proudly on her face. "There is something else."

"So spill!" Angela cried. "You cannot keep doing this to me sweetie."

Brennan felt her cheeks flush and ran through the conversation she and Booth had had over dinner.

"What are we telling people Booth?"

"I thought we had decided to wait awhile before we said anything," Booth responded glancing up quickly. "Isn't that what you said?"

"That was before we were having a baby."

"Do you wanting to tell people sooner now?"

"I would like to be able to share my news with our friends," Brennan told him. "I find myself reluctant to hide this Booth. Why? Do you want to refrain from telling anyone yet?"

"I want to do whatever you want to do Bones," Booth assured her. "I'd shout it from the rooftops right now if I could."

Brennan laughed, "This does mean that we'll have to share it with the FBI sooner. We could not ask Sweets to hide this from his superiors."

"I know Bones," Booth nodded, "Do you think…do you think we could talk to Parker first? I'll call Rebecca and see if we can pick him up from school tomorrow and take him out to dinner and tell him."

"I would like that very much." Brennan said quietly and Booth noticed she was poking around her plate with her fork.

"What's wrong?"

Her eyes snapped up, "nothing."

"Bones…"

"I'm just apprehensive about Parker's reaction."

"Why? Parker adores you, Bones. You have no reason to be nervous about what he'll say when he finds out that we are a couple."

"That isn't the part of the conversation I'm worried about," Brennan admitted and then sighed. "I don't want him to confuse our pregnancy with a way for you…us to replace him in our lives."

Booth stopped what he was doing and moved around to her side of the booth and took her hands in his. "Your heart…you have the biggest, warmest heart…"

"No I don't."

Booth interrupted her argument with a kiss, something he was finding that he enjoyed being able to do, and nodded. "Yes Bones, you do. To think about my son and his feelings and wanting him to be a part of your life, of our life together, Bones I don't think you'll ever have any idea how much that means to me."

"He's your son Booth," Brennan answered and rested her hand on his cheek, "and I love Parker. I want to make sure he feels like he is just as much a part of our family as the new baby."

"We will Bones," Booth assured her, "I love you."

Brennan smiled up at Angela, Booth would understand, and she laughed. "Michael is going to have a playmate in approximately eight months."

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A/N: Bit of a cliffhanger I suppose. But really, there shouldn't be any surprise to how our favorite artist responds, should there?