Chapter 44

6 Years Later


7:37 PM

Booth's hand slid down Brennan's back and came to rest right above her tail bone. He could feel the smooth satin material and the heat that was emanating from her skin beneath it. He was absolutely in love with that particular black dress. It was short, coming just an inch above her knee. The top was cut high, but there was only one strap that hugged one shoulder. The other shoulder was bare, giving Booth even more skin to touch. Her makeup was light, which he appreciated. She didn't need much makeup at all. She was naturally beautiful. And the heels she was wearing; those heels were meant to drive him crazy.

As they walked towards the front of the restaurant, Booth could smell her indescribable scent. It was the perfume she always wore. It never failed to turn him on.

"If these reservations weren't so difficult to get," Booth said, leaning in close to her ear, "I'd call the valet right now and take you back to that five star hotel we're staying in tonight and we would get back to what we were doing earlier."

Brennan smiled as Booth's hands traveled even lower. Even after ten years of marriage, Booth still wanted her as much as she wanted him.

"I believe that could be arranged," she said.

"As tempting as that is, I did have to make these reservations six months in ago. It would be a shame to waste them when I've heard that the dessert here is to die for."

"Well then perhaps you shouldn't have the dessert as I wouldn't want you to die," Brennan said with the usual look on her face when she thought she had made a joke. Booth humored her and smiled. She laughed at her own joke.

"That was a good one, Bones," Booth said.

"Although I do wish you had told me that we were going to this restaurant. If I had known, I would have called my publisher and gotten us the best table without reservations."

"Well, excuse me for not being as famous as you."

"You don't need to be excused, Booth. I don't expect you to be as famous as me."

"Well, that's a relief."

They approached the door. Putting pressure on her back, Booth urged her to go ahead of him.

"Do you think they're alright?"

Booth smiled, wondering what had taken her so long to ask that question.

"They're fine," Booth replied.

"We are early for our reservation. We could take a minute to call Angela."

"You called her two hours ago when we arrived at the hotel."

"That was two hours ago. Anything could have happened in two hours, Booth. We, of all people, know about the negative things that can happen to people."

"If something was wrong, Angela would call us."


"You are not calling her again, Bones. Alexander and Rachel are fine. They're probably having the time of their lives with Hodgins and Angela and Isabel. Hodgins is probably showing Alex some really gross science experiment and Rachel is probably playing with Barbies with Isabel as we speak. They're perfectly fine."

"Logically, you are probably correct although I suspect that Rachel is more interested in Hodgins' experiment than in Isabel's Barbies."

"You're right. She is turning into the little scientist, isn't she? She takes after her mother." Booth kissed her forehead as they approached the door.

"I still think I should call Angela, just to be sure that everything is alright."

"You trust Angela and Hodgins, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"Then why are you so worried?"

"Because they're our children, Booth, and I love them."

Booth took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed it softly. Ever since she had become a parent, the changes in Brennan were blatantly apparent. She expressed her feelings, she showed loved openly, and the way she acted towards her children was amazing. She was an incredible mother who wanted the best for her children.

"And I love that you're worried."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I do. And I worry too, Bones. I think about Rachel and Alex and Parker all the time, but tonight is about us and I know they're fine." Booth held out his hand. "Give me your phone."


"Your phone. Give me your phone."


"Because otherwise you'll be sneaking texts under the table and excusing yourself every chance you get to call them. This is our anniversary, Bones. We're supposed to be having a good time together, not worrying about our children, who are perfectly safe and being taken care of."

"I am having a good time. I don't see why I have to give you my phone."

"If you don' t give it to me willingly, Bones, I will have to take it by force."

He had a mischievous look in his eye. Brennan cocked her eyebrow.

"Try it."

"You might want to rethink that, Bones," Booth said seductively, taking a step closer to her. He ran his hand up and down her back while his lips came dangerously close to hers. "You are in a dress and heels."

"I could still take you."

"I bet you could."

As Booth kissed her, he slid his hand into her purse. After fishing around for a moment, he pulled out her cell phone and slid it into his pocket.

"Come on, Bones," he said abruptly, cutting off their kiss. "Let's go eat."

Booth reached for the door handle and opened it. Brennan walked in ahead of him. They were greeted by a hostess at the door. Booth gave his last name and they were told that their table would be ready very shortly. Taking Brennan by the hand, Booth led her over to the bar area.

Brennan glanced around the restaurant. It was an hour outside of DC in Virginia. She and Booth had left earlier that afternoon. Booth hadn't told her any details when they left. He simply said that he was taking her away from a surprise weekend. Of course it was only one night, but Booth was going to make sure that their twenty-four hours away from their children was going to be all about them. He was sparing no expense. The hotel and restaurant were the best in town.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked with a wink.

"I will take a martini," Brennan answered. "I'm going to go to the restroom."

"To call Angela?" Booth asked with a smug look. He knew very well that calling Angela was not going to be possibility with her phone safely in his jacket pocket.

"No. I simply need to use the restroom. I will be right back."

Before she left, Brennan leaned against him. She knew that Booth had her phone. She had felt him reach into her purse. She was determined to get it back and he wasn't going to know about it. Brennan wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close to her as she attached her lips to the side of his neck.

"Bones," he whimpered. As she sucked lightly, most likely leaving a mark, Booth arched his neck, turning his head the other way. He knew they were in public and that he should stop her, but it felt so good. With him distracted by her lips, Brennan slipped her hand into his jacket pocket. She expertly took out her phone and put it in her purse before he could even notice.

As soon as she had what she wanted, Brennan turned and went off to find the bathroom. Booth was left, feeling dazed. She had that ability on him. She could turn him from an intelligent, strong man to a puddle on the floor in seconds. Booth straightened his tie. He turned towards the bar and ordered a martini for Brennan and a shot whiskey for himself.

"She's beautiful," a man said.

Booth turned and saw an elderly gentleman standing beside him. He was most likely in his seventies, Booth guessed, with snow white hair. He was holding a glass of scotch in his hand.

"Excuse me?"

"The woman you were with. She's a real looker."

"Yes, she is," Booth agreed.

"Tell me you were smart enough to marry that woman."

Booth smiled. "Yes, sir."

The bartender handed him his whiskey and put Brennan's martini in front of him.

"Good man. My wife was a beauty like her. Still is. Even after fifty years of marriage, she still turns my head. How long you two been married?"

"Ten years." Booth knew that their ten years compared to that man's fifty was nothing spectacular, but it was something. There was a point when Booth didn't know if he would ever get her to agree to marry him. There was a point when he didn't know if he would ever be able to tell her his true feelings. They had come a long way to get to those ten years.

"Treat her right," the man said. "You don't want to lose a woman like that."

"No, you don't."

"How did you two meet?"

"We…ah…worked together. We worked together for a long time before we finally, you know, figured it out. It took us a while to decide if it was worth the risks."

"It's always worth the risk, my friend."

"You're right. It is. How about you and your wife? How did you meet?"

"My appendix burst when I was nineteen. She was the nurse who took care of me after surgery. One year later, we were married."

"One year, huh?"

"When you know, you know."

"You're right."

The man raised his glass. "To our wives," he toasted.

"To our wives," Booth said, picking up his glass. He knocked it against the man's glass and they both drank.

In the bathroom, Brennan went right for the sinks. She took her cell phone and was about to dial Angela's number when she realized her phone wasn't on. Confused, Brennan turned on the power switch. Nothing happened. She slid open the back of the phone. The battery was missing.

"Oh Booth," she said, smiling. He had somehow managed to take out the battery when he was in possession of her phone.

"Do you need to borrow my phone, honey?" An older woman said as she walked out of one of the bathroom stalls. "I don't quite know how it works, but you're welcome to use it. My husband says I need to keep it for emergencies."

"Oh no, thank you," Brennan said. "It's not that important. I was just going to call to make sure my children were ok. My husband says I worry about them too much and that they're just fine."

The woman went over to the sinks and began washing her hands. Brennan slid the phone back in her purse. She wouldn't be able to call Angela after all. Knowing that she couldn't just return to Booth right away because it would look too conspicuous if she went back too soon, Brennan stood in front of the mirror and reapplied her lipstick. It was a light red, giving her lips just enough color.

"My husband used to tell me that all the time. Although my children are all grown now and have children of their own. Now I have even more people to worry about. Of course, back then it wasn't so easy to keep in touch. We didn't have those fancy cell phones or computers or what have you."

"The technological advances in society have greatly benefited our society."

"You speak like my oldest son. He's a chemist."

"Then he has chosen a very admirable profession. My daughter very much likes chemistry, but she is only seven so it remains to be seen what her profession will actually be."

"How many children do you have?" The woman asked. Brennan reached over and took a white hand towel from the basket behind the sink. She handed it to the woman who thanked her and dried her hands.

"Three." Brennan reached into her purse and took out her wallet. She pulled out a wallet-size picture of Parker, Rebecca, and Alex. Parker and Alex were dressed in suits while Rachel was in a red velvet dress. They were standing in front of a Christmas tree. It was the picture they had put on their last Christmas card.

"That's Parker," she said, pointing to him. "And that's Alex and Rachel."

"You have a beautiful family."

"Thank you." Brennan put the picture away. "I should get back to my husband."

"And I should get back to mine. Shall we?"

Brennan held the door open and walked out with the woman. She spotted Booth still at the bar.

"Happy anniversary, my dear," the woman said as they walked towards the bar.

Brennan stopped. "How did you know it was our anniversary?"

"I can see that look in your eye. You are a woman in love."

"I don't see how looking in someone's eyes can…"

The woman laughed. "You really do sound like my son. Have a good evening."

"Thank you. You as well."

When he spotted her, Booth stood up and approached her. The woman headed off to meet her husband who was still sitting at the bar.

"So, how were the kids?" Booth asked with a smile.

"You know I didn't call them."

"Do I?"

"Where's my battery, Booth?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He kissed her smiling mouth. "Come on, our tables ready." He put his hand back at her lower back and walked through the restaurant where the hostess had told him their table was. He pulled out her chair and helped push her in when she sat. Before he took his own seat, he leaned in and gave her a long, lingering kiss.

"What was that for?"

"I love you. Isn't that reason enough?"

The waiter approached them, not giving Brennan a chance to respond. He gave them their menus and told them the specials for the day. When he left, Brennan immediately opened the menu and, without reading everything, picked what she was going to order. She closed the menu and placed it on the table.

"Done so soon?"

"I'm in a hurry."

"Are you?"

"The sooner we get done here, the sooner you can show me just how much you love me."

"I like the way you think."

"Most people do. I am highly intelligent."

Booth laughed, reached across the table, and kissed her, looking forward to the next fifty years.

Author's Note: So I know that some people might be upset about this chapter because I chose to jump 6 years in the future rather than picking up where the last chapter left off, but it made sense in my mind to look into the future. I hope it was obvious to everyone that Brennan did actually get pregnant and have Alex and that they chose to adopt Rachel. I got the names from my actual niece and nephew (who I adore!). Thank you for reading. One more chapter left!