Well here it is ladies and gentleman, the moment we've been waiting for. Hope it's not too sappy or out of chara. Like I said, first fic, not my best. Enjoy! This chapter makes me so happyyyyyyyyy. I'm sad that this story is almost over :( I want to thank everyone for their reviews and interest, you have all meant a lot to me!

Chapter Five: Finding Out

One Month Later

Brennan looked up at the apartment building which she stood in front of, and took a deep breath. For the past month, she had been living with her brother, his fiancee and their two daughters. They had given her the opportunity to change her mind about the child by letting her to take the time, until the birth or past if necessary, to decide what she wanted to do. If she still vouched for adoption, they had volunteered to take the child in themselves.

Perhaps it was the fact that she was able to stop thinking about what a horrible mother she would be for putting her child in the adoption program, or perhaps it was the fact that she was in an environment with two young girls, or maybe because she knew that's what her brother and her sister-in-law-to-be knew all along, but somehow, she had changed her mind. And that is how she found herself suddenly standing in front of the door. She looked down at her appearance. For the most part, her larger shirt and light coat covered her stomach, which was only bulging slightly at five months.

Taking a breath, she knocked on the door. Moments later, it opened, revealing a shocked looking Booth. "Bones…" he said quietly, his voice slightly hoarse with shock. His hand was placed across the doorframe as he stared at her, his face clearly showing surprise.

"Can we talk?" she asked, playing with her hands infront of her nervously. Her throat felt as dry as his seemed, and for a moment she felt like turning and running, but she steadied herself. As Angela kept telling her...this had to be done.

Suddenly the shock gave way to anger, and for a moment, Temperance thought Angela had told him her secret. "You disappear for a month, Bones, and now you want to talk?" he spat. "Why didn't you think about talking before you left? Or, for that matter, when I called you!?"

He turned his back and strode back into the apartment angrily, leaving the door open. Temperance walked in slowly and shut the door just behind her, not wanting their argument to carry over to the neighbors. "Booth…"

"No, Temperance, I don't want to here it," he said, and she winced at the purposeful evasion of her nickname. His back was still turned to her as he fiddled with something on his table. "I gave you plenty of chances to talk but you never took any of them. You didn't even tell me where you were going!"

She chewed her inner lip, and a way of guilt flashed over her as she saw his hurt. "Booth, I…"

"Angela knew you were gone, Hodgins knew, Dr. Goodman knew - and I'm pretty sure they all knew where you were and why - Zach knew and I came in the next morning after our case to look for you but you were gone, Temperance."

"Booth, I'm pregnant," she yelled finally, angry herself, interrupting his rant, knowing nothing else she could say or do would affect him. After all, it would all lead to the same point in the end...so why not be blunt? She saw his entire body tighten at her words. More quietly she murmured, as anger gave way to something else, "You're the father."

He whipped around at her second words, his lips slightly parted as he stared at her, his eyes wide. "Are you sure?" he croaked, oogling at her.

"There was no one else," she whispered, looking him straight in the eye as she said it, then breaking her eye contact as his gaze became too much and staring at the wall next to her. She looked at the door over her shoulder. "Maybe I should…" she began, but was cut off.

Booth had left where had been standing earlier, and in three strides he was standing before her, looking down on her intently. She felt her breath catch in her chest. She hadnt been this close to him in...what felt like forever. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and unsure. "Bones," he murmured, and then he took one more step forward, his right and catching the back of her head for support as he fiercely planted his lips on hers, his left hand finding the small of her back, pressing her slightly bulging stomach against his flat, muscular one.

She felt her heart hammering against her ribcage at his sudden motions. Her hands went up to his face, one hand raking through his hair, the other one resting against his cheek. She felt tears welling in her eyes by the time they broke apart. Booth rested his forehead against hers for a moment, his hands on her shoulders as they both breathed heavily.

"Booth," she whispered, "I…" but it was all too much, and the barrier broke, tears tumbling down her cheeks. Quickly, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a gentle but firm embrace as he shushed her gently. She clung to him desperately for some minutes. Slowly, he guided her to the couch, where they sat facing each other, her legs lightly brushing against his, her hands clasped in his. When she looked up at him again, she saw the two small rivulets of tears streaming down his face.

"I thought you never wanted kids," he murmured, looking at her, puzzled.

"I didn't," she admitted, looking down to where her hands were interlaced in his. "Which is why I…"

"Ran," he said, finishing her thoughts for her. She nodded, not meeting his gaze. "Were you ever going to tell me that I had fathered a child?" he asked.

Temperance shook her head. "Russ and Liz were going to adopt it," she said. She lifted her gaze to examine his face, which had hurt scrawled across it. "I'm sorry," she murmured, and she felt on the edge of tears, looking down again.

Booth's hands left hers, and the sudden lack of warmth and support sent her over the edge as tears rolled down her cheeks. Two fingers tipped her chin up, and she looked up to see Booth inches away from her face as he gazed into her eyes. "Is this what you want?" he asked softly.

Involuntarily, Brennan's hands flew supportively to her abdomen, a movement that did not go unnoticed by Booth. "Yes," she whispered breathlessly.

Booth's fingers dropped and he caught her hand again. He leaned close, and for a moment Temperance thought he would kiss her again, but instead he rocked back to look at her. "What made you change your mind?"

A blush rose to her cheeks and she bowed her head. "The fact that it was yours," she responded. "Suddenly…that's what I wanted…"

When she looked back up again, she saw an emotion that she didn't recognize across his face. A goofy, lopsided grin was forming on his lips. Then it slipped away as memories of Rebecca and his…vague…legal rights of Parker flooded him. "What do you want from me?" he asked. For all he knew she had just made an informative social call.

Surprise flickered across her face. "I want you to be a part of this," she said. "But if you don't want…"

She was silenced as he pressed his fingers against her lips. His face was stern and serious as he looked her in the eyes. "Never think I don't want to be a part of this, Bones," he said, "Ever." She nodded into his hand and he let it slip away.

Silently, he stood, running his hands through his hair. He heaved a sigh, and then turned around to face Temperance. "Will you move in with me?" he asked, tentatively. When the shock rolled across her face, he continued hurriedly, "You can sleep in the guest room if you'd prefer," he said, "But I just…I want to be there for you, all the time," he said softly.

Temperance cocked her head to the side, then smiled. "Okay," she said.

"Okay?" Booth asked, taking the steps back to the couch.

"Okay," Temperance said, laughing, "But I think we've already moved past the separate bedrooms."

Booth sat down next to her and caught her head in his hands, stroking her cheeks lightly before kissing her fiercely. She responded passionately, her hands coming up to twine in his hair. She pulled away with a slight, "oh," of pain.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his eyebrows twisted together in worry.

As an answer, she caught his hand with a slight smile and interlaced his fingers with hers, guiding his hand to her stomach. After a moment, he felt a slight but definite thud against his palm.

"I believe," Temperance said as she saw the smile cross his face, "That your baby is kicking."

He looked up at her with a large grin at the words your baby. Leaning forward, he kissed her on her forehead lightly. "Thank you, Bones," he whispered, "For letting me be a part of this."

XxX

Epilogue is the only thing left now. The epilogue should be up tomorrow. If it's not, I'm adding more chapters in between, and since I'm not at home today, I don't have time to type them. Anyway, please, what did you think of this chapter? Oh and also, dont think the whole "What do you want from me" was meant to be harsh, but it was the only word phrasing that I liked to fit in that spot. Aww, so cute though, isnt it? Out of chara...by a LONG shot but still!

Ponies: Haha, so now did it go where you wanted it to go? And yes, I have two, well one strong idea and one vague idea lined up for Bones, so expect those sometime after this! Thanks for your continual reviewing, I'm glad you like my style so much!

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