"What?" Booth asks. Concern and impatience edge his voice.

"I'm…" She stops, unable to suppress the disbelieving chuckle that escapes her lips. "I'm pregnant."

Booth stares. He looks right at her; his eyes going right into her soul. Or at least it feels that way.

A jolt of fear runs through Brennan. She is suddenly filled with fear at his reaction – or, lack thereof. As if this might pacify him, she adds, "You're the father."

Then his face splits into a foolish grin. Relief rushes through her. She knows that smile. He's excited. He's happy. That's good. That's…great.

He approaches her now, grips her upper arms with his large hands, presses his forehead to hers. "Are you serious, Bones?" he asks quietly. His voice is just above a whisper. "Are you serious?" He chuckles lightly, his eyes delighted and wide.

"Serious as a heart attack," she breathes, grinning.

Booth laughs out loud. He shakes his head. He captures her lips unexpectedly.

Brennan is suddenly content. The empty feeling she'd carried with her all her life, as if she'd been missing something, was gone. The hole in her heart was filled. And the feeling was simply glorious.

Brennan shifted and wrinkled her brow, not quite awake but not quite asleep. The transition between the two this morning was slow and leisurely. It had been two weeks since she told Booth her news, and she was now seven weeks along. Morning sickness had not yet subsided, this she knew.

So, when she opened her eyes and was hit with a sudden wave of nausea, she was not surprised. She was however, forced out of bed by her own stomach. She stumbled to the bathroom, her stomach in one hand and her mouth covered by the other, barefooted and in a nightgown. The alarm clock on Booth's side table flashed 4:47 as she hurried past. Hitting her knees in front of the toilet, she emptied her stomach.

Booth was there a few seconds later, kneeling beside her. He rubbed her back, he held up her hair while she vomited. And when she was done, weak from the violent puking, her back hit the opposite wall and she let her head fall back in defeat. Booth rose and quickly got her a glass of water. He tore off a few squares of toilet paper and handed both to her. She wiped her mouth and took a drink.

"You're too good for me," Brennan muttered quietly after swallowing the liquid. Booth sat down on the floor next to her and took her hand. He kissed the back of it.

"Don't say that," Booth said quietly. "It makes you sound like someone else."

Brennan shot him a sidelong glance of confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Well, the Bones I know – the Bones I love –she doesn't lie. And that thing you said, about me being too good for you, well, it's not true at all. When you lie, it-it doesn't sound like Bones."

Brennan smiled. "I could kiss you…but I won't. My breath probably smells."

Booth reached across the floor to a toothbrush that had fallen off the counter in her haste to get to the toilet. He held it up at her and grinned suggestively.

Brennan laughed and rolled her eyes at her partner's antics.

Author's Notes: Just a cute little oneshot that popped into my head. Hope you enjoyed, and if you love me you'll drop a comment in the review box!