Still chillin' at the bar, here, people. Hope you liked the last chapter enough to continue with Part Two. Oui? Awesome!

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my dignity. No, wait, That's in the snack isle at Thunderbird. Brb.

Group Night Out Part Two

Takes place about six weeks after Season 6 Finale

"So, can I ask you something?" Angela addressed the two love birds practically in the same seat. Not that they were actually doing anything, so professional were they. But the artist was all about reading people and reading between the lines. She knew they were at least holding hands under the table.

Under the table, Booth unconsciously smoothed his thumb over his partners' knuckles. "Yeah, I suppose. Unless it involves secret information further regarding my son, then no." He smiled with fake sweetness, knowing her ways.

"I think Booth meant what he said about Sweets in the trash earlier." Brennan laughed, turning her attention from where it'd been on Cam seconds ago. "I believe the same would go for anyone here."

"No, it's not that. I rather like Sweets' suit." Angela said. Across the table, the psychologist sat up a little straighter. "It's just, you two seem to be doing well, am I wrong?"

"Angela, obviously they're doing fine. You saw them when they walked in." Cam scolded.

"Yeah. I know, I know, but. . ."

"Angie, what's up?" Hodgins turned his attention back to the table after signaling for another beer.

"I'm just so happy, for both of you. All of you. Us. I mean," she faced the duo. "when you walked in earlier I just- I knew it was real. That what I heard had happened, what I saw at the hospital the night Michael was born, and you all came in my room," she laughed at the memory, how embarrassed she'd been to be in the state she was with all her friends there. "You just have absolutely no idea how amazing this is. For all of us. I mean, I feel like our group has gotten bigger when it holds just as many people as it did before." She shook her head. "I dunno. Maybe it's hormones. Although I guess I really can't blame it on that after a month and a half."

The group laughed with her, and she continued.

"I just hope you two, all of you, are as happy as I am. I mean not everything is always going to be easy, but it doesn't mean we still can't be incredibly happy. Sweets, what you have with Daisy, minus this little bump in the road with her parents, that's great. What you have is really wonderful." The table laughed. "And Cam, I hope to be seeing your lovely doctor friend soon." Angela winked at her. "I just love this. All of our friends, what we all have, what we all share. I mean we deal with so much in our jobs. Although things have changed, although they may still in the future, this is complete bliss. And I couldn't be happier. For you," she looked at Sweets, then Cam. "For us, my love," She held her husbands gaze and took his hand. "Or for you. Whatever you two have going on over there." She eyed her best friend leaned against her partner.

"To love, happiness and bliss." Hodgins held up his new drink.

"Love, happiness and bliss." Everyone agreed around the table, clinking their glasses together between them.

Brennan and Booth looked on at Angela. "Thanks, Ange." Booth said honestly, holding his partner around the waist. They both raised their glasses to her and she offered hes gladly.

"Sorry. Everyone was having a good time and I had to ruin it by thinking." She rolled her eyes at herself, getting comfortable under the arm of Hodgins.

Everyone objected. "No!"

"No way, Angela!" Sweets said.

"Absolutely not, Angie." Hodgins laughed.

"Well, tough to beat that little speech." Cam said.

"And hey, there's nothing to sort out between Daisy's parents and me, by the way." Sweets defended.

Everyone laughed and shook their heads. "Oh, please." Was pretty much what they all said.

"What? There's not! I have it under control."

"And yet there's nothing to sort out," Booth muttered. "You just keep tellin' yourself that, kid."

"Angela?" Brennan said.

"Yeah, Sweetie?"

"Thank you. I promise," she looked up at Booth with a world of affection in her eyes. "We are happy."

"Damn," Cam said. "People got the love bug."

"Getting' a little mushy over here, don't you think? Ow!" A certain cocky entomologist was suddenly elbowed in the ribs.

Angela put her elbow back on the table. "Don't mind him, his heart was torn out when his son denied the big stuffed bug his scientist father bought him. Ever since Mr. Hodgins over here has been bitter."

Booth pried. "Bitter like. . .?"

"Jack Frost, Honey." The artist said.

"Ooh, that's not good, see, that's not good." Sweets said. Everyone knew he'd had experience with that.

"Couch time?" Cam laughed, ignoring the look the entomologist gave her. He looked as though the very thought put in front of his wife was dangerous.

"Nope. He pays for it. Diaper Duty."

"Excellent."

"I agree with Cam." Brennan laughed. "Although it may not be right, I believe diaper changes will provide an excellent use of punishment towards Booth, should he ever step out of line or make me mad. Of course a father is entitled to change the child, but all the time must be quite. . .quite terrible. . ." As she spoke, she'd grabbed the attention of Angela once again, along with Cam, Sweets and Hodgins. They were all looking at her, different expressions on their faces, but she could tell they were shocked.

Angela's eyes were wide. A confused glance to her partner didn't resolve anything. He had his elbows on the table, but his hands were covering his face completely.

"Bones-" he said, muffled against his hands, but he was interrupted.

"Sweetie." Brennan looked to face Angela. "Could you stand up for a moment." It wasn't a question.

"I don't- is this you feeling puckish again, or- Oh." She cut herself off as she'd realized what she'd done.

"Yeah, 'oh', Bones. You kind of just-"

"I'm sorry."

"-blew over that without thinking."

"I'm sorry." She gave him the most apologetic look he'd ever seen from her in his life.

Cam and Angela didn't take their eyes off the two, but they leaned closer together to talk. Eyes still wide, Angela spoke first.

"Do you think-"

"She didn't drink any wine." Cam said, clearly shocked, but her eyes were analyzing the evidence.

"I see that now. Or beer."

"I know."

"That's definitely something."

"You didn't notice when she-"

"No. And I hugged her, too."

"Dr. Brennan, wine?" The anthropologist took her attention away from where she'd previously been having a hushed talk with her partner, using his hands as a small wall. She shook her head the tiniest bit.

Cam leaned back. "She didn't take the wine."

"I saw that." Angela whispered back. "Her and Booth-"

"Lots of sexual tension." Cam confirmed.

"Lots and lots of sexual tension."

"Newfound couples. . ."

"Very sexually active."

"It wouldn't be unheard of for Booth, that's for sure."

"It's very possible-"

"Oh yeah."

"A while ago, she asked me about decaf coffee."

"Brennan?"

"Yup."

"Was she. . .?"

"She was very vague."

"That's-"

"She doesn't drink decaf."

"Unless she's-"

"Oh I know she's-"

"But-"

"They haven't said anything."

"No they have not."

The two women sat back up in their chairs. Cam cleared her throat professionally, as if her whispered talk with Angela hadn't just happened and set down her wine glass. Angela still waited for her answer. Next to her, her husband and Sweets made their own observations.

Nervous and uncomfortable, Brennan made a move to speak to everyone. "Would. . .would you believe me if I said I was quitting." She jerked her head in the direction of Booth's drink.

"Yes," Angela said, shocking the whole group. "If you said it was for nine months."

The last two words sent goose bumps up Booth's spine. Everyone looked at the artist, including the anthropologist sat directly across from her. Their eyes were locked and Angela seemed to be challenging Brennan to deny all the evidence she'd just gathered with Cam. Including the show of a reaction the brilliant scientist was putting on for everyone now.

"I-" Brennan stammered. She looked to Booth for help, but currently he was avoiding her gaze.

Suddenly, and to the further silence and confusion of the group, Brennan smiled. It was full-blown and it reached her eyes. She turned to Booth quickly, catching his attention and gripping his arm. "I think we should tell them."

"What? Can't this go up for discussion?" Booth whispered, though their audience was perfectly able to hear them. "Besides I think they already know."

"I don't care. We already told Parker and he's excited. I want them to be excited, too."

"Oh my God." Angela leaned over the table more, getting a better look at the two, the way they looked at each other.

"What, Ange?" Hodgins put a hand on her arm.

"Honey, look at her eyes."

"What? I'm not-"

"Her eyes, her face. Cam, look at her smile."

"Damn people got the love bug, I told you." Cam said again, taking a much-needed swig from her wine glass. "Dr. Brennan, Seeley. Helloooooo?" It was futile, but she waved a hand at them.

"Ah, uhm," Booth tore his eyes away from his partner, and their hands laced on the table top. "There's something Bones and I would like to confirm. We, ah-"

"Yeah, I'll say!" Hodgins said.

"Honey, honey, shh. I need to hear this for myself." Angela swiped her hand at him, continuing to move her eyes from Brennan to Booth.

Booth took a breath. He was taking too long. At the same time, they both said what was being burnt into their minds.

"Brennan's pregnant." "I'm pregnant."

The table erupted.

"Brennan, you have to call me tomorrow!" Angela hollered behind the duo as all six of them exited the Founding Fathers. Hodgins was next to her and Cam and Sweets followed. "Twice. In fact, just call me before you go to bed tonight." They all made a circle on the sidewalk and Angela couldn't help another hug that escaped her. As she enveloped her friend for the tenth time that night, she actually felt Brennan relax and return the gesture warmly. "I can't wait 'til the baby starts kicking!"

"You and me both. I promise you'll be the first to know, Ange." The anthropologist said honestly.

"Ehem." Booth cleared his throat purposefully.

"She pulled away from Angela to look at him, apology in her eyes. "Sorry. How about second? It appears first has been filled out long before it was even on the metaphorical board."

Cam laughed. "I'm sure second is fine as long as I'm not last. I know I'm the boss but I can be professional." She raised her eyes at the couple.

"Oh, no promises." Booth joked.

Brennan played along. "I think it will go Dad, Caroline, Sweets, you and then Hodgins."

"Oh nice. I'm last." Hodgins said sarcastically.

"Hey, where does my kid come into this?" Booth asked.

"We'll figure it out, Booth." She ignored him.

"I think you guys will make the list as you tell people. Or, in another case, as Angela tells people." Sweets cut in smartly, smirking behind his suit.

"I do not gossip." She defended herself.

Everyone made their own comments on that one.

"Alright, traitors."

"Well, I think it's time I head on home." Cam sighed, checking her watch. "It's the big one-o. Gotta see if Michelle actually made dinner for herself."

"Yeah, I suppose Daisy is waiting for me at home right now." Booth and Hodgins exchanged disgusted glances. Angela, Cam and Brennan did the same. "What? Oh come on, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Suuure you didn't, Sweets." Cam said, mouthing a 'Wow' to the others. "Let's not keep her waited, hm?"

"Oh now you're insulting me."

"Come on." The paleontologist droned. "Dr. Brennan, Seeley, congratulations once again." Hugs and hand shakes were given, then the two were off.

Hodgins sighed. "Well, Angela didn't really leave any room to speak, so congratulations.."

"Oh, please. I don't know how I live with him. We're both happy for you."

"Sure Ange." Booth said.

"Okay, you come here." Angela reached out and hugged him.

"Aren't you the hugger." Brennan commented to her friend. She ignored the look she received and embraced the entomologist instead. "Jack."

"Congratulations, Dr. Brennan." He smiled.

"Thank you."

"I think it's time we call it a night, Angie."

"You're probably right. Now, I'm going to go home, cuddle Michael if he isn't already asleep, and watch some late night television with my man. And what're you going to do, Bren?"

". . .Call before I go to bed?"

Angela smirked. "Good girl."

"Hodgins laughed, pulling on Angela's arm. "You guys have a good night."

Brennan smiled. "Good night, Hodgins, night Angela."

"Bye, Sweetie." The artist blew a kiss at the duo. The couple bickered until they turned the corner, leaving Brennan and Booth.

He sighed. "Well, that didn't go how I expected." He reached in his pocket for his keys. He pulled them out, but suddenly they weren't in his grasp anymore.

Brennan shook them in her hands. "You had three beers in there, meanwhile I haven't even had a sip." She said. "I'm driving." Without another day, she turned towards the direction of the SUV.

"Aww, Bones, comes on. I brought the SUV. If you drive it'll look like-"

"Like you're metaphorically whipped?" she scoffed. "Please."

Aaawwww. Wasn't Angela's speech sweet? Me gusta. C'est pas mal, non?

My favorite part about this chapter was the fast whispering between Cam and Angela. XD