Thanks so much for the awesome reviews for the last chapter! You all rock! I know some people are a little bit upset that Brennan isn't pregnant with Booth's baby. I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but I am absolutely not going to put in a twist – you know, a Booth and Brennan somehow realize that they slept together two months ago and forgot and the baby is actually his type thing. No to that. It's Deep-Sea Welder's kid, you can be sure. Every baby story out there has Booth and Brennan having sex in Vegas and an accidental pregnancy, or her wanting him to donate sperm for a baby. I want this to be a little different than all the other stuff out there. You understand, right ;) ? Thanks guys. Oh, and sorry that this chapter is a little late; I took a trip and had no time to write. I made it extra-long and fluffy for you. Enjoy!

Thoughts in italics.

CHAPTER FIVE

He should call her, Booth knew. This was her pregnancy, her child, and deep down he knew he was just making it all harder for her by not supporting her decisions.

But she's so…Insane! Yeah, insane. I just don't understand how someone so freaking smart can be so dense about things. She was so great with Andy that time…She can't possibly still be that opposed to having children…

He'd just go to her place. Right, that would work. If he called her, she'd just answer him evasively; pretend she was forgiving him just so she didn't have to deal with him. But if he just showed up, maybe with some Thai, some wine…No, no wine. Soda? Can pregnant women drink soda? I better go with juice.

So that's where Booth ended up thirty minutes later. Awkwardly knocking on Brennan's apartment door while juggling two bagfuls of Thai food and a bottle of organic grape juice. For five dollars a bottle it better prevent cancer!

"Bones, open up!" He hollered, thumping the door with his shoulder.

"Booth?" She opened the door slowly, looking confused. "What are you doing here? I was in the shower."

"Oh," He blushed when he saw her wearing only a bathrobe, her hair dripping. "Sorry Bones. I just wanted to see if you were up for some food," Booth held up the bags with a hopeful smile.

"I…" Brennan stared at the bags, puzzled, and remembered that she had picked up food along the way home. But after a few seconds of consideration, curiosity about why he was here got the better of her and she opened the door wider. "Okay. Let me just get dressed."

"Take your time, Bones," He said, moving into the kitchen to get them cups and utensils.

Brennan walked out a few minutes later, wearing brown yoga pants and a tank top, tying her hair back into a ponytail. "Why are you here?" She asked directly.

Booth shrugged. "I just…I shouldn't have yelled before. I know this is hard for you…I wanted to say I'm sorry," He smiled.

She smiled back, chuckling. "You're forgiven. Now what did you get? I'm starving."

A few minutes later they were sitting at the table, chewing in silence.

"I had a doctor's appointment today," Brennan declared.

"Oh? What did he say?"

"She."

"Okay, what did she say?"

"I'm seven weeks pregnant."

He was quiet, waiting to see if she would say anything else.

"I had an ultrasound," She continued.

Booth grinned at that. "Really? Wow, that's awesome, Bones. I was never there when Rebecca got hers. What did you see?"

Brennan smiled at his enthusiasm and just for a moment this was exactly what she wanted – having dinner and juice with her FBI partner and telling him about the baby growing inside of her. And for that moment it didn't seem so insane and wrong that she was pregnant, and they just beamed at each other over their cartons of food as she answered. "I didn't get to see anything, really. It's just about…" She raised her hand and held her fingers about half an inch apart. "This big right now. And it wouldn't really look like anything, even if I could see it."

And before she could stop herself, she added, "Maybe you should come with me next time."

They both froze a second after her suggestion, staring at each other uncomfortably.

Booth was the first to recover. He smiled softly at her and shrugged, trying to make light of the veiled request. "I'd like to." Does this mean she's keeping the baby? Does it? Don't ask, don't ask…

"Does this mean you're keeping – "

"I haven't decided yet," Brennan said quickly, before he could finish. "I have two months."

"Okay."

He didn't push, knowing how hard this whole situation was for her. "Are you having morning sickness?"

"That's a very misleading name, you know," She shook her head. "It can actually happen at any time of the day. But no, I'm not. The doctor said it could still start, though."

"Maybe you won't get it at all, if you've been lucky so far."

Brennan opened her mouth, about to launch into an explanation that it had nothing to do with luck, and actually a lot of women didn't experience morning sickness, but he was quicker.

"What about cravings? Are you having any?"

She shook her head at this too. "No. My appetite has increased considerably, though. Apparently it's to be expected."

"Oh."

They were quiet for a few minutes, eating their Thai food in comfortable silence.

"Are you going to tell people?"

Temperance thought about the question for a moment and then nodded decisively. "I will, yes. I should tell Angela. Then…Well, if…" Both of them understood the unspoken phrase.

If I keep the baby. "I might tell Cam. And I guess people will start to notice."

"Will you be able to find out the sex?" He moved on quickly.

"The doctor is usually able to find out around the eighteenth week, but only if the baby's positioning is right. But I could find out as early as the fifteenth or sixteenth week."

They didn't mention that there was a very slim chance of her finding out within the next two months.

"Are you hoping for one or the other?" Booth asked curiously, grinning.

"I don't know," She shrugged. "It doesn't really make a difference to me. Are you hoping for one or the other?"

He shrugged too. "A little girl would be sweet. Can you imagine that? A little Bones." Booth grinned. I don't sound like an expectant father right now. This is a perfectly normal conversation.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Our children would probably spend some time together. Wouldn't Parker like a boy to play with?"

"Yeah, that'd be pretty great too," His smile was far-off as he imagined him and Bones sitting at the diner. A young girl, looking exactly like her mother, sat in Bones' lap and gigged at a funny face he made while Brennan rolled her eyes as she had just done in real life. The fantasy was soon replaced by one of him and Parker helping a dark-haired, blue-eyed little boy throw a football while Bones sat cheering at the sidelines.

Booth quickly shook himself out of the daydream and moved on to another topic. "I did some digging on Deep-Sea Welder. Couldn't find anything – but I'll look into it more. I'm pretty busy with the RICO case."

"Oh, how is that going?"

"Great," He grinned. "It should be over soon."

They talked for the rest of the evening, mostly about work, and the pregnancy didn't come up again.

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"Angela?" Two weeks later, Brennan walked slowly into her friend's office. "May I talk to you?"

The woman looked up from the computer and smiled. "Hey, sweetie. What's up?"

"I…I'd like to tell you something."

Angela swiveled her chair around and faced Brennan, who was now sitting on the couch nervously. She frowned, eyes widening. "What is it? Is it serious?"

"Well, yes. It's quite serious, I'd say."

"Oh my God, Bren," The artist looked dumbfounded. "Is it really bad?"

Brennan tilted her head, confused. "Well…It's not bad, exactly. But it isn't very good either."

"Okay…" Angela nodded, still looking worried. "What is it?"

"I'm pregnant."

Ange was silent for all of one second, her eyes large. Then she jumped up and went to hug her friend, smiling softly. "Oh, sweetie…Whose is it?"

"Mark's. From a few months ago?"

"Yeah."

"I'm nine weeks along."

"Wow," Angela shook her head, shocked. "You've been to the doctor, right? You're taking care of yourself?"

"Yes, I already went. I have another appointment in two weeks."

"Wow," She said again. "Do you want me to go with you? Have you told the guy?"

"No, I'm…Not sure how to get in touch with him. He's at sea. Booth said he wants to go with me."

"To the doctor's appointment? Really?"

"Yes. I mentioned that I had an ultrasound and he was interested. I believe it's because he never got to go with Rebecca when she was pregnant. Since Mark and I aren't together and Booth and I see each other regularly, chances are he'll adopt a father-figure sort of role to my child." She shrugged. "That is, if I decide to keep it."

"You think you might not keep it?" Angela frowned.

"I don't know yet," Brennan said, sighing. "I don't know."

Alright, that's it. Reviews, please :D ! Maybe if you guys are all nice to me I'll make the next update as long as this one.

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