He dreaded going home.
Not because he had a miserable life. Far from it.
He had a wonderful life - a life he always imagined having, but never felt he could have after the failed relationships he had had.
He had a woman he loved at home who'd he'd loved from the first minute he laid eyes on her almost 10 years ago. She had given him a bright, warm, rambunctious little spitfire of a daughter. He would give his life for them. He would take a life for them. Sometimes he felt as though his life began and ended with them.
He and his woman (but don't let her know he thought of her as his woman) had been through hell together and apart yet they had come out on the other side, side by side.
Why did he dread going home then?
He dreaded it because he was not sure if when he walked through his front door his bags would be packed waiting for him in the foyer to say goodbye to his life that he had so longed for since he could remember. Or if her and their daughter's bags would be waiting in the foyer, bidding him a farewell.
Taking a deep breath before entering their home, he breathed a small sigh of relief when no bags were waiting in the foyer. But still his uneasiness had not left him. It wouldn't until this whole nightmare was behind them.
Hearing movement, he looked to his right he saw the long dark auburn silky head of hair that he loved, sitting at the dining room table. When she heard the door click shut, she poured wine into an empty wine glass.
As he hesitantly walked towards her, she stood handing him the glass of wine. Not being able to read the look on her face, he set it down on the end table to afraid that he may drop it from the shaking in his hands.
"I need to talk to you about something," she started.
This is it. She's going to say she can't deal with this silence and dead air anymore. She's going to take my heart and leave. Just do something, idiot. "Ugh listen Bones, just give me a little bit more time and," he said, his hands in a pleading defensive gesture, because he was literally pleading for his life here.
"Booth," she smiled a soft comforting smile at him, taking one of his outstretched hands into hers. He never thought he would be so grateful that she took his hand, or touched him at all. "I'm not leaving you."
This time a full sigh of relief came out of his body as he pulled the hand that she had taken, and pulled her into him, hugging her. He was so relieved he had to restrain himself from hugging her too tightly.
After that he only vaguely heard what else she said: 'faith in you,' 'trust you.'
All he cared about was that he would not be losing his family tonight, or any other night for that matter. She loved him. She trusted him, even when her brain and best friend tried to make her doubt that trust. She understood that whatever he was going through and putting them through was for a reason.
Christopher Pelant's sick mind games will lose this battle. In the end their love would win.