"Bones, how could you not tell me you were pregnant?" Booth demanded in an angry but hushed voice.

"I didn't know how. We broke up. I assumed I wasn't going to see you again…"

"Is it even my kid?"

"Booth, of course it's yours, I haven't engaged in sexual intercourse with anyone since our last encounter." Bones explained, deciding to be the calm one.

Booth ran his hand through his hair with the other hand on his hip. "Bones, I can't believe you. I just can't believe you…"

"What don't you believe? That I haven't been sexually active in six months?"

"No, I can't believe you didn't tell me. I can't believe you would hide something this important from me, especially when half of that child is mine."

"Booth, please, you are overreacting to some minute detail that I happened to leave out of all conversations with anyone back home."

"So no one else knows about this? Not even Angela?" Booth asked, calming down slightly.

"Only my obstetrician in Rio and the people I worked with at the dig site. My doctor is the one who suggested I come home now since he refused to sign a medical release allowing me to fly past seven months."

"You mean, you would have stayed there longer? You would have continued to live with my child inside of you, allowing it to never know its father?" Booth started to get worked up again.

"The fetus is a girl, by the way."

"Bones, you frustrate me in so many ways. I don't even know what to do." Booth sighed deeply and turned around and walked away.

"Booth, I'm sorry!" Bones called, picking up her luggage and speed walked to catch up. "Booth, stop! I'm sorry I didn't tell you!" she grabbed his hand when she got close enough. He pushed her hand away and kept walking. Bones stopped in her tracks and let her bag fall from her shoulder in a defeated manner.

Everything was going through his mind when he walked away from her. He continued to walk for at least five minutes, until he felt he was far enough away from her to think properly. He loved this woman, he loved their child, even though he only knew about her for fifteen minutes. Even if he and Bones didn't last, that little girl would always be his daughter. His daughter. He was going to have a little girl. A smile crept across his face. He was going to be in his daughter's life just like he was in his son's life. He was going to have a little Daddy's girl, who he would spoil rotten if Bones let him. What were they going to name her? That's assuming Bones hadn't decided to name her without his input. Thinking about the future with a daughter made his mood lighten. He was smiling, albeit sadly at the thought that he didn't know what to do with Bones.

Bones sat in a chair waiting for Booth to come back for her, if he did come back. She was fighting back tears as she read an anthropological journal she had brought with her on the plane.

"Dear are you alright?" an older woman in her seventies asked, coming to take a seat next to her.

"Yes, I am fine. I just have a lot of estrogen and progesterone running through my blood, which causes disruptive mood swings."

"Ah, yes, I remember that well. I was just a roller coaster of emotions with my three." the lady chuckled.

"I don't know what that means." Bones stated.

"How far along are you?"

"I am at thirty weeks gestation. I'm having a little girl."

"You're getting close. I hope you aren't all alone here. Where's your husband?"

"I don't have a husband. The baby's father was going to pick me up, but he's angry at me and he abandoned me here. I don't know what to do next, so I'm just waiting to see if he comes back."

"Bones, I would never abandon you or our baby." Booth said, coming up behind the two women.

Bones looked up and smiled slightly. "That's the father."

"He's handsome." the older lady whispered to her. Bones smirked at the comment.

"Bones, let's go home." he said, holding out his hand for her to take.