Hi all! :) So as promised, here's a chapter for today! I may or may not get another one up tonight, I have the basic idea of the next chapter :)

*This chapter is dedicated to my best friend Julia, for being the 'most into' this story. ;) *

Enjoy :)

Brennan read the email displayed on her computer with a sigh. It had been from Booth, who had announced to her that he and Hannah had gotten married two days prior. Also in the email he expressed his disappointment that Brennan hadn't been there. Then he closed the email by expressing how he would like to get a response of some kind from her, so they could talk out this so called, 'personal issue' that she had developed regarding him.

Brennan just didn't get why he didn't get the message that she was sending him, how she no longer wanted him to be involved in her life. She was trying to aloof him, but it didn't seem to work. The emails were coming almost on a daily basis now, and though she read every single one, she never responded.

She'd been in Chicago for nearly a month, and was just entering her thirteenth week of pregnancy. She hadn't contacted Angela or Cam yet, though she felt that she was going to do so soon. She had settled quite nicely in the windy city, and even had a few new friends that she had met through a mutual friend she had in the city. Joan, her mutual friend, who was a forensic archaeologist, had introduced her to Diana, Mitchell, and Adrienne. Adrienne was in a situation similar to Brennan herself, both having to deal with the reality of becoming the mother to a man's child, when the man didn't love them. Mitch was homosexual, though a very brilliant chemist. He and Brennan got along swimmingly, they were both brilliant, and it helped Brennan to be around the opposite sex knowing that he wasn't going to want anything from her from a sexual standpoint. And Diana was basically her Chicago version of Angela, an artist who had been a free spirit once, but had settled down when she'd found the right man, Brennan was actually looking forward to introducing the two.

Besides making a few new friends, Brennan had also been able to hear her baby's heartbeat for the first time at a OB/GYN appointment just a week ago. It had been during that moment, the moment that she heard that strong, repeating beat that filled the air, that she had been utterly speechless, and reality hit her for the first time. There really was a new life being created inside of her, and that thought though given the circumstances, filled her with great joy.

Brennan had also begun her temporary teaching two weeks earlier than scheduled due to the professor going into labor early, however, due to the fact that Angela was due in three days, she would be missing a day of work if Angela goes into labor on her due date. Hodgins was supposed to call Brennan as soon as Angela went into labor, this is why Brennan decided that she would call Angela, and inform her of where she was.

And on top of it all, she was in the process of publishing a new book. She had turned in her final manuscript into her editor a few days ago, and they were in the process of turning that in to her editor. Her new book was scheduled to be out within the next month.

Snapping out of the deep she was in thought regarding the past month, well, not that it mattered that she was in deep thought, Brennan was on one of her two prep-periods that she got each day, due to the surprisingly small amount of students that she had, she had two. She stretched back in her chair, and decided not to put off what she needed to do any longer, she picked up the transmitter on her desk phone, and punched in Angela's home number, it rang a few times, but sadly she wound up with her and Hodgins' answering machine. She left them a message, informing them that it was her and that she was safe, but little did she know that a certain person would hear the message first.

Booth walked into Angela and Hodgins' house. Angela had gone into labor not even two hours ago at the lab, and Hodgins had already called him and asked him to do a favor. Feed his Egyptian beetles. Making his way into the apartment, Booth looked around for the glass cage Hodgins described, finding it, he began feeding the beetles to Hodgins' precise instructions.

While he was in the middle of doing this, their house phone rang. Knowing that they had an answering machine, Booth simply let it ring out, though he regretted the choice when he heard who's voice he heard on the message.

"Hey, it's me. I know that I should have called sooner, and I'm not really sure why I didn't. I just wanted to let you both know that...I'm happier now, though I miss you all dearly. I started my new job a few days ago, my students are very bright, I'm very impressed with their academic abilities. I heard it for the first time on Tuesday, and Angela I have to admit that you were right when you said that the first time that you hear that, it's the first time you realize that your life is actually going to change. I'm hoping to make it out there this weekend, call me when you have a chance."

And the message ended. Booth stood, temporarily frozen in place. He had just heard Brennan's voice for the first time in ages, and it caused a number of aberrations to occur in his body. His breathing became sporadic, his hands began to shake and sweat, and his jaw twitched. Then suddenly, he remembered that you could read the number in which the caller had been calling from, and he raced over to the machine. He arrowed through the messages until he heard her voice again, and he scribbled down the number quickly. He immediately recognized the area code, 872. That was one of the nine area-codes for Chicago.

He pulled out his phone, dialing the number, feeling a wave of victory beginning to make it's way through his body.

"Northwestern University Social and Forensic Science Department, this is Tracy speaking."

Booth snapped his phone shut angrily, "Dammit." he muttered, his succinct feeling of victory disappeared, and he fell into a morose wave of emotions.

He still didn't get why Brennan had left and it was frustrating the hell out of him. He'd been obsessing over it for the past month, but whoever he questioned would give him no answers, though he was well aware of the fact that they all knew why, and that they just wouldn't tell him.

Hannah had begun to sense that something was up with him, but he wouldn't tell her what. She was still completely oblivious to the fact that Brennan had left D.C., not that that surprised him or anything, he knew that Hannah had only put up with Brennan because she was important in his life.

Booth exited Hodgins and Angela's apartment, and headed back to his own. If it was earlier in the evening he would have returned to the hospital, but it was approaching midnight and he was exhausted from his days events.

He returned home to an empty apartment, which didn't surprise him. Hannah was in Russia doing a story on God knows what, and wouldn't be home for several days. Her leaving to do that story had delayed their honeymoon, but she promised him that she'd make up for it somehow.

Walking into his bedroom and slipping from his street clothes, he slipped between his sheets, sleep coming almost instantly. Though, he didn't stay asleep for very long, due to the slightly arousing dream that just so happened to take place in his mind.

He was carrying Brennan into his bedroom, her legs wrapped tightly against his waist. He could feel his arousal getting tight in his pants, he looked up at Brennan, who had this playful twinkle in her eye. He moved in to devour the skin on her neck, getting a moan out of her. He could feel her threading her long, nimble fingers through his hair, showing her approval. He lowered her onto the bed, then lowered himself onto her. He kissed her again, then surprised her by flipping them over, putting her on top. The action surprised her, causing him to get a drunken giggle out of her.

Booth awoke with a start, he stumbled out of his bed, and into his bathroom. He looked at his wrangled appearance in the mirror, then turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face.

"What the fuck are you thinking Seeley? You can't have naughty dreams of your partner anymore, you're married! You don't have the right to dream of one woman when you're married to another!" A voice in the back of his mind said.

"But it felt so real..." he murmured, turning out the bedroom light, and returning to his bed.

Still good? Booth will be discovering the fact of Brennan's pregnancy soon enough! Review for your thoughts? :)