It's official, Ren! You're done! Congrats!


Brennan stopped on the last step and stood still for a brief moment. No sound coming from upstairs. Mission accomplished. The baby was sleeping again.

Booth was standing over the sink. He couldn't hear her over the water coming from the faucet. He was clearing away remnants of the party just celebrated. Brennan stood in the doorway watching her partner sway to the rhythm of the music still filling airwaves in the house. Love.

She left the doorway and slid into her partner, "Do require any help?"

"Nope, I got it. Christine, finally sleeping, huh?"

"Yes, I thought I might have to read another story." Brennan remarked seriously.

"The joys of parenting, Bones." Her partner chuckled. Laughter.

She moved around the living and dining rooms; gathering wayward wine glasses, tapas plates and whatever else left that was out of place. During this reception, Brennan had been watching her friends interact (because studying people is her thing) with feelings of admiration and respect. She had finally evolved into a person that understood the value of that kind of relationship. As she brought these items to Booth, she realized it was because of him. That was a part of love. Friendship.

The monitor crackled with sounds of a baby girl talking to herself. "So much for sleeping, little girl. Your mother will not pleased." Booth spoke to the window in front of the sink.

"I heard that, Booth."

"Me too. Christine is musing to herself. Perhaps, squint speak already."

"Is there something wrong with that?"

Booth didn't answer, he just shook his head. His daughter is already the luckiest girl on the planet with a mother like Bones. Without even realizing it, he'd started on washing Christine's bottles. He couldn't think of anything else he'd rather be doing. There he was standing in the kitchen, the tie undone around his neck, his belt buckle unfastened, stripy socks covering his feet. He looked over at his partner, sashaying around as she gathered more items for him to wash.

Sure, it took them a long time to get to this place. A place, for time, that was taken away from him. But whatever the reasons, their love was stronger than anything that was thrown at them. After all, they were a family and that's all that mattered. Purpose.

Booth crept up behind his partner and wrapped his hand around her. He whispered in her ear, "May I have this dance?"

"I thought you'd never ask." She turned around the face him.

"It's only fair to have our first dance to this song, don't you think Bones?"

"We've danced before, Booth."

"Not like this." Booth leaned into kiss her.

Together, they held onto each other and just listened to the soulfulness of the singer coming from the speakers. Booth started to sing to her.

Oh yeah yeah, and you smile, you smile

Oh, and then the spell was cast

And here we are in Heaven

For you are mine at last

"Heaven, Booth?" She laughed.

"Call it what you want. I'm sticking with heaven."

"Of course, you are."

"Something else to disagree on."

"That's part of the fun."

At last. A dance.