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"Well would you look at that," Booth whistled almost smugly as he leaned back in the chair he'd all but claimed for his own. The harried forensic anthropologist, who was just entering her office, graced him with an inquiring cock of the brow.

"Look at what? And feet off the desk, Booth," Brennan added exasperatingly, rolling her brilliant blues heavenward. She began shuffling through files distractedly.

"At that, Bones." Booth pointed at Brennan's stomach, a grin stretching his sharply defined cheekbones. "You've got a bump."

Brennan paused in her search, chuckling at the mixture of pleasure and pride in Booth's voice. She looked down at herself with barely concealed delight. "Yes, I've noticed I seem to have acquired a minute amount of weight in my midsection. At twelve weeks, it is to be expected. The fetus is now a little over two inches long and weighs approximately half an ounce."

"Our baby, the lime?" Booth joked, and Brennan ceased her self-inspection to swat him playfully. "You know, we're not going to be able to hide your pregnancy for much longer..."

Brennan sighed. "I've been thinking the same thing." The two were silent for a moment, then Brennan continued shyly, "While I do not like lying to our friends, it... has been nice, having it be just you and me. And the fetus, of course. I guess what I'm saying is I will miss the degree of privacy we've been able to enjoy these past few months. I will miss it being our little secret no one else was allowed to be a part of."

They shared a look full of charged emotion; Booth didn't have to say anything at all to communicate that the feeling was mutual. If it were his choice, they'd elope to some far flung island where he could selfishly have her all to himself. But then the brunette blushed, ducking her head and hastily changing the subject. "Should we tell them together over dinner, at The Founding Fathers?"

"That's a great idea! Oh man, can you imagine their faces? Sweets is going to wet himself with glee."

Brennan crinkled her nose. "I hope you mean metaphorically?"

Booth opened his mouth to correct her, but a bout of playful childishness possessed him and the man cackled instead. "Kids will be kids, Bones."

To Be Continued

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