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Finding Bones	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: 1 through F > Bones Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eleven

            He left the room. Angie looked over to Brennan and saw that she was completely lost as to what had happened. Getting up herself, she and Jack took Michael away without a word to her. Max grabbed some food and just sat down. He wasn’t going to be inconvenienced due to his daughter’s blunder. Besides this way he wouldn’t be getting the information as to what happened second hand.
            Cam just stood up and went to go out, but stopped to say to Booth, “Chances are we’re going to have to wait until all the masses are over for the day.”
            “Yeah, but what happened here while I was gone?” Booth asked.
            Cam sighed, and told him. Booth winced, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Okay.” He rubbed his face. “Okay. Thanks.”
            “I can help…” Cam only grabbed Sweets by his arm and pulled him away, as this was going to be hard enough.
            Brennan looked over to Booth, as he walked over to her and sat down across from her. “Obscene? Really?”
            “I said that the practice of…” She stopped herself. “I hurt her, didn’t I?”
            “Yes.” He sat back. “And more than likely Angela and Jack as well.”
            “What? But…”
            “You basically implied that what they did by getting married was what you consider abhorrent and insulting. Bones, you see things in black and white. You always have. But we live in a world that’s bigger and broader than that scope.”
            “I didn’t mean to…”
            “You never do!” he snapped, but then took a deep breath and let it out. “Marriage isn’t about what happened a thousand years ago or even a decade ago. It isn’t a practice or cultural construct. It’s more personal than that.” He looked into her eyes, seeing the tears there and pressed himself to go on. “It’s about people needing a link to someone else. Making that person and their family yours and telling them that your family is now theirs. It’s about sharing a life and love and a whole host of things I can’t even begin to explain because it’s just so big.” He moved so that he was now sitting next to her, taking up her hand. “You know me better than anyone else. And I’d like to think that I know you just as well.”
            “You do,” she whispered. “But…”
            “Just listen.” He took her hand and squeezed it. “I love you. I have for a long time and nothing is going to change that. But I want you to remember something—you ran, I didn’t.” And with that, he got up and left.
            The father and daughter sat in the galley for a time with Brennan on one side crying while her father gave her the time to think over what had happened and Booth’s words.
            Finally, he said, “Tempie?” She looked over to him, tears streaking down her face. He opened his arms and she rushed over to him.
            “I didn’t mean…” He caught her up into a hug, rocking her as she sobbed.
            “I know, baby, I know,” he breathed.
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            Maggie had a large chocolate malt in hand, as Walter held her French fries. She was happily chomping down on the fries, having eaten her fried shrimp first. Her face turned to the sun every now and again, allowing the heat of it to sink in and make her feel at ease.
            They had made port at Savannah, Georgia and Walter rushed Maggie to shore for the seafood she said would be lovely. He had managed to get her to eat some of his own as well, as she thought fried shrimp were the equivalent of haute cuisine. He would have to do something about what little she ate being the best carnivals had to offer, but the fact that she was eating was a win in itself.
            “Old cities have whispers of its history everywhere,” she told him.
            “Yep.” He watched as she took another sip of her malt. “You haven’t been eating enough.”
            She paused in her sip.
            “Sunshine, I know how you deal with stress. And you’ve been through the ringer lately, which explains why you weigh even less than before you were tossed into that place.” He stopped walking, making her look at him. “But if we actually are pregnant, you can’t be that way. You’re going to have to eat. So tell me what you want, what you need, and I swear I’ll find it for you.” This wording had her smiling as she caressed his face.
            “I’ve heard a rumor that you’re good at that,” she teased him.
            Smiling modestly he said, “I’m the best.” He nodded towards the church they were standing next to.
            Turning slowly, she saw as Seeley was strolling out of the church with a grin on his face. The Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist stood looming before them, making tears well in her eyes.
            “Perfect,” she sighed. “Absolutely perfect.”
            Walter wiped away her tears, taking her into a deeper hug. “Anything for you.” He looked over to Booth, who joined them. “What’s the word?”
            “The priest, Father Hunt, said we can have the wedding here between the five o’clock mass and the seven as there’s nothing going on today.”
            “It’s perfect,” she sniffled. “Thank you. This means so much to me.”
            “I know,” he answered quietly.
            Her face brightened up as she looked up into Walter. “Does this mean we have enough time for corndogs?”
            “Real food,” he told her. “We are having real food.”
            “Pizza?” When he didn’t say anything, she went on to, “How about…”
            Booth left them to their food negotiations and went to the restaurant everyone had agreed to meet at. Bones was still not speaking, as she was attempting to compute what had happened and just how it had gone so wrong. Even so, she doted on her daughter, not wanting to let their child feel that whatever was going on was in any way her fault. Booth kissed her temple and tickled his daughter, even as he was nodding to the others there.
            “Well?” Cam asked.
            “We have a church!” he announced.
            “Where’s the happy couple?” Sweets inquired.
            “Currently in the middle of talks for what she wants to eat,” he said laughing. “I’m sure they’ll end up here, but she’s giving it her all.”
            Sure enough they ended up at the restaurant. Maggie sat down, looking slightly put out over her loss of a corndog or pizza, but had realized that Walter was right. This meant she was going to have to eat what he deemed real food. Just as long as no one gave her a salad or something that looked like weeds, she was good.
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            The wedding had gone off without a hitch. Walter had used his father’s ring for himself and she had used his mother’s. Booth had given her away, Cam had been the maid of honor, and Max had been the best man. Jack had filmed the entire event.
            When the wedding was over with, they went back out to sea where the “newly weds” went away for some alone time. Jack posted the wedding to an e-mail address, as well as a website that Maggie had asked him to do and went back to the testing he had started the day before.
            Brennan had asked to speak to Angela alone and the two women went off to Brennan’s stateroom.
            “I just wanted to apologize for what I said earlier,” Brennan told her. “What I said, what I always seem to say, it always comes out wrong. Marriage or the tradition of it isn’t…”
            “Sweetie, stop,” Angie said. “I get it. I probably get it better than you do. But you have got to wake up!”
            “I am awake!”
            This only had the other woman laughing. “I meant in a figurative sense.”
            “Oh.”
            “For what reason I haven’t a clue about, you are scared to death of marriage. You make it seem like a fool’s quest by wrapping it up with your logic and platitudes and reasoning, but what it comes down to is you’re scared and you don’t know why everyone else isn’t running for the hills with you.”
            “He could leave…”
            “No,” Angie told her, her voice firmer than before. “He isn’t the kind of man that leaves.” Brennan looked into her eyes. “Booth sticks. And if you want proof of that, all you have to do is have me telling you about the months you were in hiding to know I’m telling you the absolute truth.”
            “I hurt him.”
            “Yes, you did. Badly.”
            “But he took me back,” she whispered.
            “I’ll always take you back, Tempie.” She spun around to face Booth. “Always.”
            Temperance went into his embrace, breathing the only words that could come to mind, “You ring true and stick like glue.”
            “Damn straight,” he murmured. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
            “I-I thought I’d never see Christine again if they had taken me away!” she cried. “It wasn’t you I was running from! I swear! It was never you!”
            “Shh, Tempie,” he cooed, understanding for the first time what had made her bolt in the first place. “Angela?”
            “Yes?”
            “Can you babysit Christine tonight?” Brennan was the one to ask.
            “Of course,” she answered just as Booth kissed Brennan. “Come on you two. You can put off the official reunion until after I get your daughter from your room.”
            This had Brennan and Booth both laughing as they walked out, following Angela out of the stateroom.
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            The dream came that night. And unlike the nightmare she had when she had been thirteen, this one was warm and happy and had her sighing contentedly in her sleep.
            “He’s going to have your smile and beautiful eyes,” she breathed, cuddling with her husband all the more. “And my dark hair.”
            “Mmm, good to know,” he replied too out of it to realize what either one of them were saying. “Sleep.”
            “Okay.” With another smile, she drifted back into slumber.
            It wasn’t until the next morning that he asked, “Did you tell me what I think you told me?”
            “About the dream? Yes.”
            Blinking at her as she got dressed, he went on with, “I’m going to have a son?”
            “Yes.”
            Smiling to himself, he told her, “No more swinging from the masts.”
            “That goes without saying,” she answered, pulling her hair from the collar of the dress she was putting on. “Scrambled eggs sound good.”
            He jumped from the bed declaring, “I’m getting dressed!”
            And thus began Maggie’s regular eating. True, she didn’t eat as much as Walter would have liked her to, but she was eating and that was a step in the right direction. Along with the three regular meals, she also had snacks. But unlike the healthy foods her husband was steering her towards, she ate the crap she wanted.
            Sitting on the deck, she was sipping on a chocolate malt and eating baked corn dog bites that they had picked up at the last stop. Walter didn’t say anything about it, but gave her vaguely disapproving looks every now and again.
            It was in the middle of one of these looks that Booth asked him, “Why can’t you leave her be? You should be happy that she’s eating.”
            “I am,” Walter said, going back into the galley with him. “I’m thrilled. She’s even eating healthy.” Booth frowned. “Maggie doesn’t know it, but she is.” Looking out the door, he murmured, “I’m sneaking protein powder into the malts and those corn dogs are made of chicken.” Booth looked about ready to bust up laughing. “If I don’t give her those looks, she’ll know I’m up to something.”
            “Good luck with that one,” Seeley said, laughing to himself. “I’d hate to be you when she finds out.”

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