Here we are, the last letter. Again a special thanks to my amazing Beta 554Laura. She was a terrific support for me.

July 06, 2011

Dear Bones,

This will be the last letter I write to you, and I'm only doing it because you asked me to. I thought I was done, but...

Yes, you know about these letters now, and you wanted this last one to make the set complete. I'm writing down what happened when you got to read them.

So here's the story, okay?

It just so happened that you were looking for a piece of paper in my desk, and you thought you'd found one in a box I had stashed in there. But the thing was, that box contained the letters I'd been writing to you.

You saw the last one I wrote on top of the pile and closed the box instantly. You didn't want to break my trust in you by reading them without me knowing about it, so you waited patiently for me to come home, and then you wanted to talk about the box you'd found.

You placed it on the coffee table in the living room and I saw it there when I entered the room.

I was a little bit shocked, and I didn't know what to say at first. I'd planned out the exact moment that I was going to show you the letters, and that's absolutely not the way I wanted it to be, okay? I'd thought that moment through so many times, and that wasn't the way it was supposed to go down.

I looked in your eyes, wanting to find out how you were feeling about it, but you weren't angry or disappointed...it was more like you were curious about the story behind those letters.

So I told you about my need to write things down...to have a way to express my feelings, because there were times when I couldn't tell you directly. Over the years, they became like a journal, you know? Otherwise I would've forgotten some things I'd written about. I think it's good to have the letters here to help us remember those moments between us.

They make up the story of US.

44 letters in a box to help us remember the good times and the bad times.

I opened the box for you and we both sat down, kinda reading them together, starting with the first letter. After the third letter you turned to me and looked straight into my eyes, and I could see that your eyes were shimmering with tears. You were surprised, really surprised, that even that early in our partnership, I already knew that I was in love with you. Of course I was. I've always been in love with you, right from the start.

When you finished the sixth letter, you chuckled. "I knew it, right there, from the tone of your voice, that you'd just had sex! You couldn't hide it!"

Yes, Bones, you were right, but I would've never ever admitted that to you then.

We just skimmed over the letter from when you were buried alive together with Hodgins. We don't want to think about that now...about how scared we both were...

And we also don't need to think about your time with Sully. I was so jealous at that time.

When you placed the twelfth letter back in the box you looked at me with...what can I say? Hungry eyes? Oh yeah...they were hungry alright. You smiled and said in a husky voice, right next to my ear, that I was right about making love...about how it's the real thing, and I had to struggle to control myself. I really considered leaving the letters for another day and heading straight to our bedroom with you in my arms. Jesus, you were just too tempting.

And it didn't get any better with that next letter, either. Oh God, Bones, in my mind I'm there with you, and you're wearing that hot and sexy Wonder Woman costume. You have to wear it again sometime for me again, okay? I know not right now…it'd be too tight, but….uhhh…

When you read about Baby Andy, you grabbed my hand. Yes, we're finally there, having that family together. Yes, my dream has finally come true. So I just had to kiss you a bit, you know? You make me so happy...

In no time you had already consumed the next few letters and your smug smile came back again. You told me that for a guy who's not into role play, I was pretty obsessed with that library fantasy. Bones, I'm still at the end that normal of a guy. I think you know by now, right?

When you put back the twenty first letter, you confessed to me that you'd also had some trouble sleeping when we were so close to each other in that circus trailer. Oh boy, how everything could've turned out so very differently if we weren't hiding our feelings back then. We lost so much time...

Then you were very emotional again when you got to the time period around my tumor, but you blamed it on the hormones running wild in your body right now. I'm so grateful that we have our baby now, and we did it the right way.

Letter twenty eight kept us musing about what would've happened if the squints hadn't interrupted us in the museum. If we had kissed, would we have started a relationship? I don't know. And regarding our falling out in front of the Hoover, I'm not so sure I want to remember that night. We quickly skimmed over that letter, too.

But you found your sense of humor again when you read about Christmas and how you collected the evidence from my clothes. You confessed that you'd also been thinking about that situation for days and imagining a different outcome. So I wasn't the only one. Good to know.

You cried a bit when we went over the whole separation and Hannah situation. It was just too close to the present, but your sad tears turned to happy tears when you read about us coming together and how happy I am about our little Bones growing bigger every day.

I just had to put my hand against your belly. There's already a small bump showing and I'm amazed every time I feel it. Our baby, made from love.

We finished the letters and you asked me if you could keep them. Of course. After all, they're addressed to you. But you meant that maybe someday we can have them bound and put together, like in a book.

I liked that thought until you left me speechless with your next comment:

"So maybe I can read them to our child someday!"

No, no, Bones...no way. Please promise me that you won't read to our child about how I dreamed about you, or how I described the way I wanted to touch you and everything else. Oh God, please, no.

You grabbed the box, laughing and teasing me about being prudish. Bones, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not prudish, just private.

Then I took you to bed and showed you in every possible way how much I love you and absolutely not in a prudish way, right?

Bones, I promise you, I'll stay at your side, now and forever.

You're all I ever wished for...what I dreamed about...the woman I wrote about in these letters.

Believe me, I'm the happiest man in the world, because I have you in my life.

So this is the last time I'll write a letter to you. From now on, I'll tell you face to face:

I love you.

Booth

PS: Maybe sometimes I'll leave a sticky note on the mirror for you, when I'm in the mood. We'll see.

AN: So, I hope you enjoyed the last letter. Thank you all, my dear readers that you stayed with me till now. If you like, leave me a last review, I appreciate it very much.

As I have told you in the letter after "Hero in the hold" I am actually writing a story, that starts right there.

If you are looking for a story about crime, action and angst, that's not it. If so you have to read the story "Dreaming of you" from my fantastic Beta Laura. That will keep you on the edge.

If you are all in for romance, and love, and fluff, be my guest with my next story "The terrors in the night".

Have a nice Sunday and I hope you all come back soon. Stay safe.