Booth stopped the car at the kerb and looked past Brennan up to the front doors of the Jeffersonian. He turned his eyes towards her without turning his head.

"Now, we agreed. We're not saying anything. Not yet. Right?" he said.

Brennan tilted her head and rolled her eyes.

"Seriously Booth. I am not a child to be reminded of something over and over" she retorted, her offense clear in her tone.

"Right. Like when we kissed for the first time? And when we slept together for the first time? And when I cooked breakfast naked for you?" he said leaning back in his seat and looking at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she said, her words clipped. She could feel her colour rising up her neck.

"So, when I said to you on each of those occasions, not to tell anyone. Meaning Angela, if I'm not being clear. You didn't tell her. About any of those things. Ever." he said, leaning closer to her, staring into her eyes. He could feel the corner of his mouth twitching, but he was determined not to smile.

Brennan's discomfort was clear as she swallowed and blinked and shuffled in her seat.

"Bones?" he asked, nudging her with his elbow.

"Fine. Alright. Maybe" she turned her face and looked out the window so she didn't have to look into his eyes. "Maybe, I might have, possibly, mentioned something to Angela, in passing."

"Maybe" he repeated, still staring at her cheek as it reddened.

"It's not like we had conversations about it. Well. Maybe we did, once." she stammered.

Booth didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrows, tilting his chin down slightly.

"Fine. I told her. Everything. And probably went into more detail than you would like. But. Well." She turned and looked at him, her eyes widening. "You know what it's like with Angela. She has this way of making me tell her things .

Booth threw himself back into his seat, blowing out a deep breath, shaking his head.

"Bones, Bones, Bones. What am I going to do with you. OK. But this time. I mean it." he turned sideways in his seat, his shoulder pressed into the leather. He reached out and grabbed her hand. "You cannot. I repeat. C-A-N-N-O-T" he spelled it out "tell her about this. No, oh I'm sorry, I forgot, I didn't mean to, Angela made me. I'm serious Bones. This is ours." He pulled her hand to his chest. "Just between us" he added, his voice low.

Brennan stared at him. She nodded and sighed loudly. "I promise Booth. Promise." she said seriously. She knew that this time, he wasn't just saying it lightly. He meant it. And she understood why and she agreed with him.

She unconsciously let her right hand rest on her belly. She was seven weeks pregnant. Not planned. Exactly. But definitely wanted. By both of them. She remembered how happy Booth had been when she had told him. He even made her do another test for him to see. Just to be sure. Seeing him cry with joy had filled her with even more love for him than she thought possible.

He squeezed her hand "This is important Bones" he said.

"I know Booth" she said nodding. She knew that saying something this early was a risk. Things happen, as she had found out last year.

She had suspected she was pregnant and done a pregnancy test at what she thought was around five weeks and it had been positive. She had immediately gone to Angela in her excitement, who had gone off the deep end, running around telling everyone, planning a baby shower and basically taking their private joy out of the news. And then, she had lost the baby at around nine weeks, devastating Booth and herself.

The miscarriage itself wasn't the bad part. She was not naive, and knew enough about the female human body to understand that there was often a medical reason for miscarriage, and the body basically ejected the faulty foetus. After her initial disappointment, she had pulled herself together and then had to tell Angela, and everyone else who had been congratulating her.

She then had to endure all the condolence messages and people coming up and hugging her. It was terrible.

All that hugging from people she barely knew.

"I'm not going to say anything Booth. Not a word. Especially not to Angela" she promised him, leaning forwards and kissing him.

He returned her kiss, threading his fingers into her hair, murmuring into her mouth "I love you Bones. And I'm so happy. But you know how we felt last time."

She nodded, her forehead and nose pressed against his. "I do"

He pulled back, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand "Have a great day. I'll pick up Christine and then swing past your office to collect you. We'll go out for early dinner and then I'll give you the best massage you've had in at least a week." he said, his mouth curving up at the corners, his right eye winking at her.

Brennan opened the door and swung her legs out, planting her feet on the ground.

"I'll remember that!" she said as she stood up.

Booth reached into the back seat and pulled her bag through the gap and handed it to her through the open door. Brennan smiled at him and then closed the door.

Booth sat watching her walk up the steps of the Jeffersonian Institute.

"If she keeps this secret I'll eat my hat" he muttered, watching her go through the doors.

Good thing I have several hats he thought and grinned to himself

SB - TB

Brennan stepped through the front doors and smiled at the security guard on duty today.

"Hello Brian" she said, intending to walk past him without him replying apart from a nod, as he usually did.

"Doctor Brennan. You look particularly happy today!" he said.

Brennan's eyes widened, her mouth went dry "Uh, what? No I don't. I look exactly as I look every other morning. Thank you" she said and quickly walked past him before he could say anything else.

Why did he say that. Surely he couldn't tell by just looking at me? No. That's ridiculous Temperance. Impossible. She thought as she hurried to the elevator before the doors closed.

"Morning Dr B" . The elevator attendant nodded and smiled at her, just as he always did.

Brennan however, felt as though he was looking at her. AT her! She lowered her eyes and mumbled a curt greeting, pulling her phone from her pocket so that she didn't have to look at him.

"Have a real good day Dr B" he said as she stepped off the elevator onto her floor.

She glanced up at him and half smiled, trying to not make full eye contact "Thank you. You too" she mumbled and turned and headed towards her office.

You're being idiotic. Nobody can tell you are pregnant at this early stage just by looking at you. She told herself sternly as she hung her bag and jacket up.

She sat at her desk and busied herself with some paperwork that needed her attention from yesterday.

"Hi Sweetie"

A voice interrupted her.

Oh no. Not Angela. Brennan, pulled her chair closer to the desk as if to hide herself beneath it. If anyone had a sixth sense about her it was her best friend Angela Hodgins. I have to get rid of her she thought as her friend flopped down on the sofa on the opposite side of the room.

"So I was thinking" Angela said putting her feet up on the coffee table in front of the sofa, inspecting her shoes. "We really need to go out for a girls night. We haven't done it since" she hesitated, tipping her head back onto the back of the sofa. "Since we went out for Daisy's birthday three months ago! Oh Sweetie, that is way, way too long!" she said standing up and coming over to Brennan's desk.

She leaned forwards, her hands pressed into the top of the desk "don't you think?" she asked.

Brennan flicked through pages of a report she had already read and signed off on.

"hmmm? Sorry Angela, I'm swamped at the moment with these reports. What did you say?" she pretended to look for something in her top drawer to avoid eye contact.

"A girls night out? Bren, what's going on?" she asked, watching Brennan fumble with some folders on her desk.

"Sweetie?" she asked again.

Brennan swore she felt herself beginning to perspire. "Sorry, what?" she said finally looking up at Angela.

Keep cool and calm. Make eye contact. Smile she repeated to herself silently.

Angela frowned and tilted her head, staring at Brennan. "somethings up" she said.

Brennan shook her head and shrugged "I don't know what you mean. I'm just so busy Angela. Really." She gave Angela her best honestly I am face.

Angela stared at her for a moment longer, then grinned "OK, if you say so. But you will think about it, right?" she said.

Brennan frowned at her "Think about what?" she asked.

"Oh Sweetie, you're working way too hard. The girls night? With Cam, Caroline, Daisy, Jessica?" Angela said stepping away from her desk.

Brennan raised her eyebrows and made an large "O" with her mouth. "Ohhh, yes. Yes of course. I will definitely consider it."

"Don't just consider it. Commit to it." Angel said pointing at her as she walked towards the doorway.

Brennan smiled and nodded "OK. Committed" she said, then regretted it immediately. A girls night out would mean alcohol, and she was not going to be partaking of any alcoholic beverages for a long time. "As long as it's not on a night when Booth and I have plans" she added quickly.

Angela stopped and turned and looked at her, frowning and smiling at the same time. "Oh I'll take care of old Boothy boy" she said then with a flick of her hair left Brennan's office.

Brennan leaned back in her chair and blew out a heavy breath. This is going to be harder than I anticipated she thought to herself. I just need to act naturally. That's all I have to do. She tried to convince herself. She looked at her watch and realised she was late for a meeting with Cam.

She pushed her chair back away from the desk and stood up, unconsciously brushing her hands over her belly, smoothing her skirt. Act naturally she said again, reminding herself, nodding.

It'll be fine she said to herself as she grabbed her files and headed out the door, still trying to convince herself that she would, indeed, be fine.