There were a lot of requests to do at least one more chapter. I thought about it and this is what I came up with. Consider it a bonus for today. I don't normally post three stories in one day; but, I do once in awhile and today is one of those days.
I received a lot of reviews for this story and they were very inspirational.
I don't own Bones.
Staring at the pictures in his photo album, Booth flipped through the pages watching time march through his book. He watched his son grow before his eyes, his grandmother and grandfather grow older and then his grandmother disappear. He glanced at the pictures of the women who had moved in and out of his life, never making a final connection with any of them. He found photos of friends some of them no longer among the living that'd paid the ultimate price serving their country. Lingering over these photos, Booth felt sad that these men would never get married, never have children and never grow old surrounded by their love ones. They'd been so young and it broke his heart to think of them dying before they had a chance to really enjoy life.
Hannah entering the apartment was surprised to find Booth sitting at the kitchen table with his photo album. Sighing, she walked over to the table and sat down, "I wish you wouldn't look at that album so much, all it does is depress you."
Looking up, Booth frowned, "These are photos of my family and friends Hannah. I have no intention of forgetting who they are and what they mean to me."
Irritated, Hannah shook her head, "I didn't say you had to forget them Seeley. I'm just saying that photo album depresses you and you end up in a funk for days after you've looked at it. Don't forget them just don't let them allow you to forget to live your life."
Grimacing, Booth responded, "No one is forgetting to live their life, Hannah. It's not right to forget your past friends because they don't . . . Never mind. Look, we need to talk."
The tone of Booth's voice putting her on edge, Hannah replied, "About what?"
Clearing his throat, Booth stared at a picture he had of Brennan at a banquet they had attended the previous year that had been held in her honor. Not looking up, Booth replied, "I made a mistake Hannah. I made a really big mistake and I need to fix it."
Puzzled, Hannah asked, "What mistake?"
Looking up, Booth sighed, "This is going to sound cold; but, I don't know of another way to say this that won't . . . When I met you, I was very lonely. I was having a lot of personal problems and I didn't know what to do with myself. I'd tried to have a relationship with someone I really loved and she didn't want to have one with me. I took that really hard. I continued to be friends with her; but, then . . . well we parted ways for awhile and I found myself all alone. I thought I loved you Hannah, I really did; but, in the last few days I've come to realize that I don't. I'm in love with someone else and I can't continue to live with you. It wouldn't be right. I can't continue to have a relationship with you, not when I'm in love with someone else. It wouldn't be fair to you and it wouldn't be fair to the woman I love. Do you understand?"
Shaking her head, Hannah sighed, "Seeley, how do you know you love this woman and not me? It seems to me you're like a bee flitting from flower to flower. Each new flower you find you love and then you move to the next flower and you love that one. How do you know you still don't love the old flower?"
Staring at Hannah, Booth finally responded, "Hey, I am not some lothario. I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you. I'm telling you that I made a mistake and I don't love you at least not like I thought I did. I don't want to live with you anymore. I'm in love with someone else."
Smiling, Hannah replied, "I think I know you Seeley. You're a romantic. Your head is always in the clouds when it comes to women. You just think you're in love with this new woman. If you think about it, we're made for each other. You don't need to go looking for anyone else. Just give it a week or two and you'll see that I'm right."
Sighing, Booth shook his head, "Hannah, I'm serious. I mean what I say. This isn't an infatuation. I really am in love. I've been in love with her for a long time. It's taken us this long to be on the same page. You have to move out Hannah. What we have isn't real love. It's not what I need or want. I'm not asking you to move out, I'm telling you to."
At the end of her patience, Hannah replied, "So, I don't get to fight for you? I will you know. We're great together. You love me and I love you. Just let me show you."
Closing his photo album, Booth stood up. "I don't want you to fight for me. There isn't anything to fight for. I made a mistake and I'm sorry. . . I'll help you pack your things."
Crossing her arms, Hannah exclaimed. "You're a fool, Seeley. You're a damn fool."
Nodding his head, Booth replied, "Yes, I know."
Arriving at Brennan's apartment, Booth held his left hand behind his back. Knocking on the door, Booth stood up straight and waited.
Brennan opening the door smiled, "I didn't expect to see you again until tomorrow."
Smiling, Booth asked, "Can I come in?"
Stepping back, Brennan replied, "Yes, of course."
Entering the apartment, he pulled his left arm from behind his back and handed Brennan a dozen daffodils with a few daisy's mixed in.
Smiling, Brennan asked, "These are for me?"
Nodding his head, Booth replied, "Did you know that flowers have meaning? Daffodils speak of affection and daisys stand for loyal love." Removing a Forget-me-not from his belt he handed it to her, "And this means true love."
Taking the Forget-me-not into her hand, Brennan held it to her nose and inhaled. Smiling, Brennan replied, "Thank you, I didn't realize that you could use flowers as a language."
Nodding his head, Booth replied, "My grandmother loved Jasmine and she once told me that it meant eternal love."
Walking to the kitchen to get a vase, Brennan heard Booth follow her. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, Booth licked his lips, "Hannah's gone. I want you to know that she's not living with me anymore. I . . . since you've had to time to think about it . . . are we still. . . "
Hearing Booth's uncertainty, Brennan placed the flowers on the counter and stepped over to where he was standing. Placing her arms around Booth, she looked into his soft brown eyes, "Booth, I love you."
Smiling, Booth leaned down and kissed her, "I love you Bones. Thanks for giving us a chance, giving me a chance. I want to make you happy."
Shaking her head, Brennan responded, "I am happy Booth. I'm very happy."
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