This chapter focuses on Brennan trying to reveal to Booth that she's pregnant. She's very hesitant and keeps trying to find the right moment. The actual story, with my own arcs and plots, will start next chapter. But this was something we missed out on ;) enjoy!

She looked down at the small device in her hands, threatening to drop it because she was so shaky. She held her breath, waiting for the results.

Positive.

Same as all the others scattered across the bathroom floor.

Brennan rolled over; looked at her clock. 5 a.m. Good enough.

She got up out of bed and felt a wave of nausea – thankfully, it soon passed. She treaded lightly to her kitchen and checked her cell: nothing. She pressed down the unhappiness and guilt this brought down on her – Booth hadn't been too happy when she'd blown him off last night.

"Want to go to the founding Fathers?" He said. It had been a long day at work.

"No," Brennan dismissed the idea lightly.

"Oh." He said, "My place?"

She met his eyes, asking to be forgiven. "Sorry, Booth, but if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone tonight. With everything that has happened-"

His face fell, but he nodded. "I understand," but his voice said he didn't, and he walked away without another word.

Brennan bit her lip. It really wasn't her fault! She had so much on her mind that she really just needed some time to think! She loved Booth, really, but...

"Yes?" Booth picked up on the second ring, voice groggy.

"Hi," she said hesitantly, apologetic to have woken him up.

He was, however, immediately awake. "Bones! Are you alright?"

"Yes, Booth, I'm fine. I was wondering..."

"Yes?"

"If you would like to go out to breakfast this morning?"

Booth was speechless. "Sure...?"

"Okay. See you at eight!" And then the dial tone. He stared at the phone in disbelief. Well, that had been... odd. But he smiled, and fell back asleep.

At eight, Booth honked outside. Brennan slipped on her light jacket and fled down the stairs. Booth got out and greeted her with a kiss. Brennan relaxed in his arms and kissed back. He pulled away, studying her face. Brennan looked away – she knew she had bags under her eyes – and Booth didn't comment. She figured he didn't need to ask – with that last case, he wasn't getting much sleep either.

They got into the car and drove to the diner. Booth ordered his usual, but Brennan only got a small fruit salad. He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not hungry," She shrugged, and it was true. She didn't trust her stomach right now, with all its butterflies, and lately it had been upset quite often. She took a timid sip of water.

They small talked for quite a long time, about nothing important, really – the weather, Brennan's upcoming seminar, how Parker was doing. All the same, Brennan was barely paying attention. She had to say something, but she couldn't muster up the courage.

Their food arrived, and Booth dove right in. Brennan ate a little slower, watching him.

"What?" He got defensive. "I'm hungry."

"Nothing," She smiled, "You just happen to remind me of a Giant Anteater."

Booth stopped his rampage and gave her a quizzical look.

"The Giant Anteater uses its claws to rip open termite colonies and then uses its tongue to eat them all up. Much like what you're doing to this omelet."

"I think you meant pig." Booth offered. "Thanks, by the way."

Brennan's turn to look quizzical. "Pigs are very sanitary and intelligent creatures! And I wasn't trying to insult you; I just was making an observation..." She trailed off, as Booth continued to devour his plate. She chased a cantaloupe around her plate.

Booth wiped a napkin across his mouth. "Is it not good?"

"No, it's fine, really." Brennan replied and ate a pineapple to prove her point. Booth didn't seem convinced.

"You sure you're all right, Bones?"

Brennan hesitated, wondering what to say. Might as well take the plunge. She flirted her gaze up to his, and the concern and fondness she was greeted with gave her confidence.

"I- " Suddenly she didn't feel so good. A wave of nausea swept over her and she started to gag.

"Bones? Bones!"

She tried to get up, and immediately Booth was by her side, supporting her. Together, they quickly made their way to the bathroom.

Without second thought, Booth pushed open the door to the women's with his shoulder. Brennan stepped away from him and managed to make it to a toilet before she started vomiting. She took deep breaths and was aware of someone holding back her hair as she retched.

When it passed, she turned around and faced a very worried-looking Booth. He searched her face and let her hair drop to her shoulders, tucking a loose strand behind her ear as it dislodged. She closed her eyes and smiled faintly.

"Remind me not to eat their pineapple again."

After a lot of convincing that she was fine, Brennan managed to persuade Booth to drop her off at the Jeffersonian. Of course, he was very hesitant, and the spell of nausea had unsettled them both.

The current case required a lot of undercover work, and seeing as the bowling team had nothing on today, Brennan hoped to examine the bones again and be productive.

Unfortunately, she was almost certain this would not happen. Her mind kept drifting. She was, by good odds, pregnant. It had started only a few days after the Broadsky case – the constant nagging about how that night hadn't exactly been 'safe'. She had also felt... Different. It was hard to explain, but when she hadn't believed the first test and bought more all with the same result... She was at a loss.

She felt lost, and bewildered. She and Booth had only been together for a few weeks, and they were still dancing around each other, because it was complicated! Things were complicated, let alone bringing in a baby...

It was irrational, but Brennan couldn't bring herself to tell him. She simply couldn't. A part of her was scared he'd reject her or would find this all moving on too fast. After all, that's how she felt. But Booth was Booth, and fearing telling him was ridiculous, but...

Now Brennan was at the lab, supposed to be working, which was impossible. Her mind kept drifting off to the pregnancy, and her and Booth's new and fragile relationship. She was staring off into space when Angela walked in.

"Hey sweetie," The artist greeted. Brennan blinked at the papers and shook her head as if to clear it, coming back to reality. She looked up at Angela with confused eyes.

"What's wrong?" Angela asked.

"Nothing..." Brennan started, and Angela cocked a disbelieving eyebrow.

"Nothing you can help me with," Brennan said miserably.

"Is there something wrong with you and Booth?"

"No, no, we're fine. It's just a little complicated, being a new couple."

"I know. It'll pass." Angela soothed.

Brennan appeared to contemplate this. "Angela, can I have a hug?" She asked, rather shyly. Angela's eyes lit up with surprise but her heart reached out to her friend. It was clear something was distracting Brennan, but she would wait and let Brennan come to her. After all, the scientist just asked her for a hug.

"Of course," Angela sat beside her on the couch and wrapped her arms around her best friend. Brennan closed her eyes and hugged back, sighing shakily, and there the two best friends sat, enveloped in the supportive arms of each other.

Brennan found it a little easier to concentrate after that, and she managed to get a good amount done by the time Booth appeared in her office. Actually, she was so absorbed in the papers in front of her that she didn't notice him. He didn't mind; he leaned against the doorframe and watched her. She had her in-the-zone face on; those big eyes intent on nothing else but the task at hand. He smiled. Their chemistry hadn't changed much – it'd only been a month or so, after all. In any case, there were small things Booth could now do, such as watching her work without her knowing he was there, which would've been uncomfortable before.

Eventually he moved towards her and she heard the quiet thuds of his footsteps. She flickered her gaze up to him quickly before returning it to her desk, her stomach doing a little flip. Ever since she'd found out about it, she'd been more than a little awkward around him.

Booth placed both hand on her desk and leaned over her, tie brushing the edge of the documents. Brennan felt her stomach twist again; she peered up at him tentatively. He met her gaze with affection, and she felt a lump form in her throat. He cocked an eyebrow at the distant look in her eyes, and she quickly swallowed, turned her eyes to the ground, and wheeled the chair away from him. Booth frowned slightly, stepping around to meet her as she rose from her chair. Brennan continued to stare at the floor, and the next thing she knew she'd walked into his arms. She stiffened for a split second before relaxing into him. He repeatedly ran a hand through her hair, and Brennan exhaled. She dug her face into the crevice of his shoulder and neck. He held her steady, leaning his cheek against the top of her head.

After awhile Brennan stepped back, and Booth held onto her shoulders. He searched her eyes. She took a deep breath. Might as well tell him now.

"Booth," she started, tone of all seriousness, "There's something I need to tell you." Her voice was quiet in the safety of her own office. Booth's ears perked up and she had his complete and utter attention.

Brennan's confidence wavered a bit, still hesitant. "I might-"

The phone rang out just then, and annoyance flooded through her veins, but relief came soon after.

She shot him an apologetic look and he nodded. She picked up the receiver.

"Dr Temperance Brennan, Forensic Anthropologist, Jeffersonian Institute."

"Hi, Dr Brennan, It's Dr North calling about your scheduled pregnancy test."

"What about it?"

"It was supposed to be more than an hour ago."

Brennan's eyes flashed over to the clock. The doctor was right – she'd been here with Booth much longer than it had felt.

"You're right, I'm so sorry! Would it be alright if I came by now?"

"Lucky for you, you were the last patient for today, so I will allow it." Apparently the desperation and urgency in her voice had worked.

"Thank you! I'll be right there."

Booth was looking at her expectantly as she hung up. "New improvement on the case?"

Brennan shook her head, searching for her car keys. She then realized she'd taken a lift from Booth this morning...

"Darn," She said under her breath.

"Everything alright?"

She sighed. "Yes." A pause. "Can I ask you a small favor?"

"Of course."

"Could you drive me to the, er, hospital?"

Booth's eyes bulged, and he stared at her. "Bones..."

"It's just a checkup, Booth," She said quickly, cutting him off. "Honestly, there's nothing to worry about." She avoided his gaze.

He narrowed his eyes. "Alright."

"Thank you." To show her gratitude, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Hours later found Brennan alone at home, curled up on the couch, calmly sipping tea. Her mind raced, and she tried to organize her thoughts.

Thought: I have gotten the pregnancy test over with. My emotions on the subject: relief and uncertainty.

Thought: I am now waiting for the doctor to call with the results. My emotions on this subject: anxiety.

Thought: I still haven't told Booth. My emotions on the subject: guilt, and nausea, physically.

Thought: Booth. My emotions on this subject: ...

This way of proceeding was getting her nowhere. Still, Booth needed to be told, and Brennan was uncertain if she'd ever find the right moment to do so.

Just then he called.

"Brennan."

"There's a new lead," Booth went on to explain.

"So you'll come pick me up?" She asked when he'd finished.

"Yeah." He paused. "Bones?"

"Yes?"

"That thing you wanted to tell me?"

Brennan inhaled slowly, forming her answer.

"All in good time, Booth. All in good time..."

And she did find the right time, at the conveniently inconvenient time in the last scene of a season finale...

Anyway. The next week is going to be slightly hectic, so saying assuming a weekly update should be safe. Ish.