Epilogue: One Perfect Week
The newlyweds went happily into their wedding reception, and Booth was very grateful for his wife's best friends. They had helped him plan everything to make it so perfect and so seamless. He kissed his wife gently as they made it to the dance floor for Brad Paisley's "She's Everything". They moved together perfectly, and people kept ringing the little bells or clinking glasses, causing Booth to kiss Riona.
As the reception moved on, it was clear that Riona was getting tired. Booth was starting to hold her up more, and he noticed how she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder more and more often. He stood up and clinked his glass, causing everyone to look at him.
"Thank you all for coming. I'm so glad that you could do this on such short notice, especially my in-laws. But, I think that it's time to end the party so that the bride can go to bed." Booth looked lovingly at his wife, who was sleeping soundly at their table.
Everyone laughed, but they quietly left, and Booth carried his wife to her tent, holding her close to him. He changed her into the t-shirt she had stolen from him that was still on the bed and strips down himself, putting their clothes into the bags that kept them protected. Booth kissed her temple and then held her in his arms.
"Morning, Mrs. Booth." Booth smiles lovingly at his wife.
"Good morning, Handsome," she replies.
He kisses her softly. She pulls him closer to her until they can't be any closer. Booth pulls back and rests his forehead against hers.
"How'd I get in here?" Riona asks.
"You fell asleep at the reception. I carried you in," he teases, planting kisses in her hair.
She blushes, burying her face in her husband's chest. "I'm an idiot."
"No, you're not, Bones. You just had so much put on you for the one day."
"How long are you here for?" she asks, knowing that the dig would claim her again at some point.
"Good." She brings her lips to his, wanting nothing more than to stay in the tent all day with her husband. That would be perfection to her.