Untitled (B&B fluff, pregnancy, baby, mystery)

She was three years old. beautiful auburn locks that cascaded down her back and baby blue eyes that sparkled when the sunlight hit them just right. When she smiled it was joy and when she cried it was pain. She was my daughter, the apple of my eye and the spitting image of her mother. Her conception was a mistake, a night filled with drinking, party games, and music.

It was Angela's bachlorette party. Who knew she'd finally found the man she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with? I remember it well, in the back of a club on 49th and 5th I pulled up in my black SUV, my partner in the passengers seat beside me, I smiled at her and told her to stay. I got out and ran over to her side of the car, opening the door and helped her out, "I'm capable of getting out on my own Booth." She said, but I didn't listen to her, she was my partner, a delicate flower. When her hand reached out and touched mine, just the featheriest of touches, her skin soft as silk, sent chivers through my body and I smiled.

"You ready for this?" I asked.

"It's Angela's bachlorette party." She said as she smoothed her hands over her skirt and checked her make up in the side view mirrors.

"But she's marrying Wendell." I reminded her. They'd been dating for 2 years now, though the first year was a complete secret, it was I who first figured it out, maybe when it first began? That night at the founding fathers, when his arms snaked around her back and fingers running over her delicate skin, a move I wanted to pull on Brennan for years and in some cases have. But only when she was in danger or I had saved her from the brink of death, of course.

"I know who she's marrying Booth." she said blue eyes piercing my brown ones.

'Ok, I just want to make sure you're ok with this."

"Why would I not be ok with this? It's her love life."

"Because you have that big issue with dating in the workplace."

"I don't have an issue with it, Booth. You dated Cam and I was fine with that."

"Alright, Bones, whatever you say." I said extending my arm, "Well then may I escort you?"

"Of ocurse you may." She smiled and recieved my arm as we headed toward the door of the club.

The night started out easy a few beers here or there, Bones had already been through two cosmo's and was starting on her first martini. When the jello shots came around I knew she was done for. By the middle of the evening Brennan was gone, a complete drunken mess. "I want to sing you a song" She said to me, getting close to my face.

"You're drunk, Bones."

"I'm not DRUNK!" She protested, "But maybe a little tipsy." She said putting a finger to my nose, "You have a nose." she said with a smile. Then she stood up, "Attention everyone!" she said, stumbling to keep her balance at the new height, "I have a song! I wrote and I call it, ode to Seeley Booth."

"No, Bones, no one wants to hear you sing." I said trying to help her off the table.

"Shut up! Booth, I wrote this for you." She said pulling back her hand and almost falling off the table completely.

"You can sing it to me later, ok?" I said.

"No, I'll sing it... NOW!" She said.

"Bones, lets get off the table before you get hurt ok?"

"I'm perfectly fine, Booth" she said, "See?" She was stumbling and I could tell that table wasn't going to hold all of her weight, so i did what any father/partner/friend would do, I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder, "Come on, Bones, lets get you home, ok?"

"I don't want to to to go ho-home." she said.

"Go say bye to Angela and lets get you back to your bed." I said, but as we approached the middle of the club, I felt a warm wet substance hit the back of my pants and I closed my eyes, "please tell me you didn't just throw up, Bones?"

She laughed.

"Bones, did you throw up?"

"It's all over your legs Booth." I felt my stomach turn, I may have a child, but I never seemed to have gotten over being thrown up on. We said good bye to Angela and ran to the SUV, immedtiately shedding my pants when we were in the car.

She looked at me and my pantsless legs, "Where did your pants go, Booth-y?" She asked running a nailed finger up my bare thigh, I knew this wouldn't end well and I grabbed her wrist.

"You threw up on them, remember?"

She shook her head.

"What did you drink?" I asked.

"I don't remember." Then she looked at me.

I pointed to the door, "Open the door first." I instructed and she obeyed, flinging the door open and throwing up all over the parking lot. When she was done, I gave her a tissue from the glove compartment and a piece of gum.

"Thank you, Booth. You're a good friend." She said, her hand coming to rest on my thigh again, I could feel myself getting turned on and removed her hand, "Bones, can we just get you home, please?"

"Come on Boothy, you love me, I know you do. I see how you look at me in the lab, you want me."

I looked at her hard, like I would if she were a suspect in one of our murder charges, "You're drunk Bones."

"I told you, I'm not drunk."

"You are, Bones and I don't think we should be doing this" But a long slender finger came up and pressed against my lips.

"Shut up and kiss me Booth you know you want to." How could I deny her? I know it was wrong, she was drunk, but even drunk she was beautiful and hard to tell her no. When her lips pressed to mine, I knew fighting those biological urges-as she would say- would be to difficult.

"No." i said to myself. I looked down at the sink, the sparkly white porcelian burned my eyes and I closed them, "This isn't happening." I walked out of the bathroom and sat on my bed, sighing heavily I looked at the clock 7:15 am, I knew I was going to be late, well I already was late, but in another sense. I put the object in my hand down on the bedside table and stood up, a wave of dizziness hit me and I fell back onto the bed. Maybe I should call in sick? No. I had too much to do, cases to close, criminals to put away. If I didn't show up, I know Booth will come by here to see how I am, He can't see me now, not like this. I stood up again and made it to the closet, throwing on whatever I could find. Hurriedly I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door.

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"I don't feel so well." I said, resting my head back on the headrest of the SUV, Booth looked over at me and put his hand to my shoulder, a flutter in my stomach made me uncomfortable and I moved so that his hand fell to my side.

"Whats wrong, Bones?" He asked looking over at me.

I closed my eyes, "Nothing." I said, "I just haven't felt good all day. I'm sure it's just a bug." I ran my hand over my forehead and through my hair.

"Why didn't you stay home?" He asked.

I looked at him hard, "Because, Booth, I have work to do, I'm not dying, I think I'll be alright." I knew I had snapped, I was inadvertantly mad at him and I knew why.

He looked at me, "Wow, snippy much?"

I relaxed, "I'm sorry, I'm just not myself today, I didn't get much sleep, I haven't eaten all day and I feel like throwing up."

"How about we get you home. Get you to bed, I'll make you some soup. Actually, I know this great place that makes this awesome soup, you'll love it. Make you feel better in a heartbeat."

"I don't need to go home, Booth. I'll be fine in a little bit." I said, "I just need to eat."

"Alright, so lets get some lunch, we can interrogate after."

Even after I ate, I didn't feel good, Actually, I felt worse, I sat back in the SUV and looked at Booth, "Can we talk?" I asked.

He looked at me, a worried expression on his face, "Yeah, sure Bones what is it?"

"I know why I don't feel well."

"You're sick, you should be in bed, sleeping, watching The Price Is Right and sleeping."

"Thats not it, Booth." I swallowed hard and took my focus off of him.

I could hear the worry in his voice when he said, "What is it Bones?"

"I'm pregnant, Booth. Pregnant, with your baby."

"You're what?" He asked.

"I know you heard me, Booth. I'm having your baby. I found out this morning."

"so what are we going to do?"

" I don't know? Maybe I can get rid of it, you know, before the baby becomes a.. you know, baby."

"No, you can't get rid of my child, Temperance." My real name, a typical indication that he was being serious.

"What do you want me to do with it Booth?"

"Keep it. We'll get married, and be a family. Just. Please don't do what Rebecca did. Don't take my baby away from me."

"I'm not going to take your baby away from you, Booth. But I can't have a baby. I can't be pregnant and do my job effectively. I think it's best to just nip it in the bud as soon as possible."

"Bones, no please. If you don't want it, I'll take it, just please don't have an abortion. I'll do anything, to keep you from doing that." He reached across the car and grabbed my hand, "We can do anything together, this is just another challenge for us to tackle, together."

I looked down, "I don't know Booth. I'll think about it."

"Thank you, Bones. Now you ready to go kick some interrogation ass?"

I smiled, I knew that if I was going to have a baby it's best I had it with Seeley. I knew he was a good father, I had seen it with Parker and his speech there made all the difference, "Do you have to say that?" I asked.

"You love it."

I laughed, "Unfortunately."

so should I continue this or no? Cause I can, I have a storyline, but for whatever reason my muze is telling me to wait for something to pop up and have an awesome story... Anyways, if you want me to continue let me know. k, thanks!

I'm actually intrigued and would vote yes, as long as you don't kill them off again. You know you have a habit of killing off Brennan and her kids...

RM

That was one time! Are you going to hold that over my head for the rest of my life? I wasn't going to kill anyone per se...

RGPageantqueen wrote:That was one time! Are you going to hold that over my head for the rest of my life? I wasn't going to kill anyone per se...

Uh-huh. And exactly what were you going to do, if you weren't going to kill anyone "per se"? I'm just going with past experience here. Brennan killer.

RM

Actually, it's the anyone part of it that makes me wonder. I see a relationship going down in flames--huge, Great Chicago Fire level of disaster. And killing Booth in a metaphorical fashion. Maybe Brennan, too. And another poor child with a strange set of parents...

My King can be a trifle emotional on these things. All right, fine, I laid it on fairly thick there myself. If you have the story, go ahead and post!

THX1138 wrote:

RGPageantqueen wrote:That was one time! Are you going to hold that over my head for the rest of my life? I wasn't going to kill anyone per se...

Uh-huh. And exactly what were you going to do, if you weren't going to kill anyone "per se"? I'm just going with past experience here. Brennan killer.

RM

::gasp:: how could you say such a thing! I wasn't going to kill anyone in this... I promise, but if you call me Brennan killer, I may write you in as Brennan's boyfriend that Booth shoots.... (of course there'll be an M rated smut chapter just for you.)

I could write a story of struggle, in which a certain situation brings Booth and Brennan closer together, but I see how it is, In order to follow in my MO I guess Bren's gotta go...

Oh yes please continue

AS soon as I finish my homework thats due by midnight tonight, I'll get to work planning chapter three.

can't wait for more!