A/N: This one takes place two to three years from the current season (season 8).

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.

"Done yet?"

"I have twenty-seven more seconds before the three minutes."

"Brennan, just look at it." The words had just barely left Angela's mouth when she heard a low groan and particularly dirty curse through the bathroom door. She hid a grin and shook her head, then knocked on the door. "Open up or I'm coming in."

"It's unlocked."

Angela gently swung open the door, revealing a clearly distressed Brennan. "Congrats, Momma."

"I'm already a mother, Angela."

"And you get to be one again." Angela gave her best friend a hug, which Brennan immediately protested. "Oh, come on, Bren. This is wonderful."

"It wasn't planned."

"Neither was Christine. Or Adeline, for that matter."

"Adeline was … expected."

"Christine was definitely a happy 'oops.' And Adeline? 'Expected?' Sweetie, nothing about that kiddo was expected. You two decided you wanted a second baby. She happened a little faster than you anticipated, but hey, can't help that super sperm and fertile Myrtle."

Wrinkling her nose, Brennan frowned. "I don't know what that means."

"Don't worry about it."

"Well, regardless of the circumstances of my daughters' conceptions, I've never planned on three children."

Angela rolled her eyes. "Sweetie, you never planned on two children. Before you and Booth got smart, you occasionally used to talk about having one, but never more than that. And yet look how happy you are with your two girls and Parker."

Brennan groaned. "Really, I'm up to four children."

"Well, yeah, I guess. Parker pretty much is your kid, too."

"Booth's going to kill me."

Angela cocked one eyebrow up. "Seriously? Have you seen the way Booth loves you and loves those kids? He'll be thrilled." She paused as she looked at Brennan's concentrated expression. "What are you doing?"

"Counting." Brennan mused for another minute. "This one and Adeline will be 22 months apart."

"Perfect." Angela gave Brennan a happy smile. "Oh, stop it, Bren. I know that deep down inside, you're happy, too. You're panicking right now because this wasn't part of the plan, but you'll be thrilled soon enough."

"I'm not upset, I'm just …" Brennan struggled to come up with a word, and let out a sigh. "Wonderful. The hormones are already ruining my brain."

Angela laughed as she shook her head. "It caught you off guard. Guess Booth must have pulled a real number on you recently, huh?"

"He got me drunk. I believe he called me 'sloppy drunk.'"

"Drunk? Temperance Brennan doesn't get drunk very easily. What on earth did Booth give you?"


"Ah." Angela nodded knowingly. "Yeah, that'll do it."

"I was so hung over the next morning, and I …"

"Never have a hangover," Angela finished Brennan's sentence with a smile. "And I'm willing to bet you just skipped that little pill before work that morning."

"I know I did. I didn't eat anything that morning — just grabbed my water bottle and coffee and went to the lab."

"That has to be the day you showed up with a hickey on the back of your neck … and one on your collarbone."

Brennan gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Mmm. You two sure do know how to do things." Angela grinned. "So, when are you telling Booth?"

"Tell me what?"

Completely caught off guard, Angela whirled around, surprised that she hadn't heard Booth's heavy footsteps entering Brennan's office. "Booth! Hi!"

"Hi Angela." He looked from the shocked artist to his startled wife. "Hey Bones."

"Hi Booth."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing," the two women immediately chorused together.

He nodded. "Yeah, that was really convincing and totally believable."

"Um, I'm going to go work on that … uh … that thing. You know, that facial reconstruction thing. With Hodgins. I'll see you two later." Angela moved to step out of the bathroom doorway, but was stopped by Booth grabbing her wrist.

"Not so fast. You two are up to something."

"You'll have to take that up with Bren."

"But you're in on it." He looked at Angela suspiciously. "So for right now, you're staying here."

"I really shouldn't …" Angela's words were interrupted by the sound of a piece of plastic hitting the floor.

"What was that?" Booth glanced around the bathroom, unable to see what had fallen from Brennan's hands, which she had immediately clasped behind her back to hide the pregnancy test when he stepped into her office.

"Booth." Brennan's voice was slightly hesitant, but still firm. "I'll tell you, I promise. Please close your eyes and release Angela."


"Please do it."

"Fine." He relinquished his grip on Angela's wrist, and the artist waved quickly to Brennan, giving her a smile and a thumbs-up as she hurried out of Brennan's office.

"Can I open my eyes?"

"Not yet." Brennan picked up the pregnancy test off the floor and turned on the faucet. Holding it under the stream, she quickly rinsed it off and blotted it dry with a paper towel. She held it in her right hand and took Booth's hand with her left, leading him out of the bathroom connected to her office. "Sit, please." She led him toward the couch, making sure the backs of his legs touched seat of the couch.

Without hesitation, he obeyed her instructions. As she dropped his hand, he heard the gentle pad of her ballet flats walking away. "Where are you going?"

"To close the door. Keep your eyes closed."

He sighed and let out a whine, "Bones."

"Be patient." She walked back over and joined him on the couch, taking his hand again. Her hand just the slightest bit unsteady, she took a deep breath before placing the pregnancy test in his open palm. "Open your eyes."

He blinked several times, clearing his vision before staring at the white piece of plastic in his hand with the telltale plus sign.

"Booth? I'm pregnant." She watched as his shock immediately showed, then smiled as she recognized that familiar joyful and goofy smile light up his face. Within seconds, he had her wrapped in his arms, kissing her fiercely as she laughed, her anxiety temporarily forgotten.

"God, Bones … a baby." He dropped the pregnancy test on her couch and cupped her face with both hands, kissing her lips sweetly. "When?"

"Probably mid-September." She hesitated, her anxiousness returning. "Are you really OK with it? I know we weren't planning …"

"Hush." Booth kissed her again, pulling her tightly against him, only breaking away to murmur, "Do I seem OK with it?"

She nodded with a smile. "You responded the exact same way you did when I told you I was pregnant with Christine and then Adeline."

"I did?"

"Yes. Same surprised expression, then that smile. You only give me that kind of smile when I've just told you we're having a baby."

"Is it reassuring? Because you still look pretty shell-shocked, Bones." He gave her a teasing smile. "I promise, I'm happy. A baby's a good thing."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, woman. Geez." He rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead, giving her a reassuring squeeze as he continued their embrace.

"OK." She sighed and laid her head on his chest, finally seeming to relax as he rubbed her back. "I know it's already been determined, but I think I'd like a boy this time."

"Me too. I can't handle another girl giving me that sad puppy face like their mom."

"They got that look from you and you know it."

"No way, Bones. They may have my charm smile, but you've patented that sad puppy look." He paused, another smile coming across his face. "Hey, know what?"


"I've finally made an honest woman out of you."

She glanced up at him quizzically.

"Finally knocked up my wife and not my girlfriend." He gave her a cocky grin as she playfully pinched his arm. "This will be the first time that I don't have to confess the conception of this kid to the priest!"

"You'll have to confess getting me sloppy drunk, though. Despite the liberal Catholic standards on drinking, I'm pretty sure our level of drunkenness that night and the activities that transpired violates at least one of your Catholic rules."

"Nah, I already confessed that," he admitted, giving her another affectionate kiss on the forehead. "We're good to go, Bones."

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