A/N: This is a sequel to Strawberry Swing like I said in the summary. If you haven't read it, then you might need to for this story to make sense. This story will probably be about four chapters long and then I am also planning another sequel so if you would like me to continue, please let me know :)

Thanks to AntariansSlayer for suggesting this sequel. You helped me to get the creative juices flowing. Also, I would like to apologize for taking so long to make a sequel to Strawberry Swing. I had some serious writer's block and have also been very busy for the last couple of weeks. Last, but certaintly not least, thank you to all of those who reviewed Strawberry Swing. It really makes a writer feel good when you enjoy their work!

Disclaimer: Don't own Bones or any of the characters.

"Hey Bones?" Booth said as he lay on the couch in her office.

"Yeah." She said curiously, looking up from her computer screen. He had been sitting in her office for the past thirty minutes without muttering a single word, quite a feat for Booth. She knew he was waiting for her to be done so that they could go home to her apartment, a place they now shared, but usually he would annoy her until she gave up on whatever she was working on. He obviously had something on his mind; from experience, she knew it was only a matter of time before he shared it with her.

"I think this weekend would be a good time to go see my parents." He said sounding braver than he looked.

"That's great." Bones said, visibly proud of him. She understood how hard this step was for him after his long estrangement from his parents and the terms they parted on. After all, she had dealt with a similar situation herself. Following their day trip to the strawberry field on Bones' birthday, he had called them, much to his mother's joy. Bones could tell from the way his eyes began to water that Booth was glad to hear her too. Bones hadn't been present for any of the subsequent phone calls, but from what Booth had told her, the Booth family was steadily rebuilding their ties. "You even have Parker this weekend." She finished.

Seeing the wheels still turning in Booth's head, Bones knew there was something else on his mind, but it was yet to be uttered. Bones waited patiently, resigning herself to the knowledge that the work she was currently working on would have to be put off until tomorrow.

"Will you come with us?" Booth finally blurted out.

"Of course I'll come." Bones said, trying hard to keep in her laughter. Bones found it cute considering all the swaggering confidence Booth possessed that he would be so intimidated by visiting his own parents, parents she knew he thought fondly of. They obviously made him nervous in a way no one else could.

Thinking upon that, Bones suddenly became very nervous. She had never been to any of her boyfriend's homes; after all, she would only qualify two of her previous relationships as very serious, one being Sully and the other, her mentor and former professor, Michael. It would have hardly been appropriate for her, a young graduate student, to be introduced to her professor's parents, even if he had wanted to introduce her. And well, Sully…..they had a tumultuous relationship that may have very well turned serious, but there was hardly any time to meet his parents before he sailed off to the Caribbean. Booth, on the other hand, was on a whole different level. It wasn't about the sex with him; they were friends, partners, and equals. As Booth had often said many times before, their relationship was symbiotic. They were each other's leaning posts in times of trouble. They understood the other more than any other person in the world. They helped each other evolve. But most importantly of all, they were in love. Knowing all of this made Bones wary of meeting his parents. She wondered what they were like and whether or not they would like her. From all she had heard from Booth, they were stringent traditionalists, and she was anything but traditional, though some of her values were changing.

Ever since her new relationship with Booth and her brother's move to D.C. after his marriage to Amy, Bones had been spending a considerable amount of time with both Parker and her new nieces. Andy had opened her eyes, but Parker and her nieces had opened her heart to the idea of having children. After so long without a family, it was strange to be surrounded by so many people that loved her, but Bones found it was one of the greatest feelings of all to have a child's love. Seeing her nieces after a long day seemed to take all of the weight off her shoulders, something not even Booth's warm embraces could do. She wanted to have that feeling for the rest of her life. To hear children's laughter or joy. To hear innocence when her whole world was anything but innocent. It kept her sane and reminded her why she solved murders- to make sure some of that innocence remained. Much to Booth's delight, Bones' nieces immediately took a liking to Booth, calling him Uncle and telling anyone that would listen that he worked for the FBI. Parker soon followed suit, calling Bones, Auntie Bones, a term she found suitable for their relationship. All of this made Bones yearn for a family of her own, although she knew she wasn't yet ready for the commitment. Right now, her job took precedence; when she had children, she wanted to be fully committed to them so they would never feel abandoned like she did when she was a child.

When she told Booth about her change of heart, it didn't seem to surprise him, although the immense grin and the crushing hug told her how happy he was. Booth had once told her that out of the three things he wanted most out of life, the bottom two were children and marriage. When she asked what his number one was, he simply said 'You'. He loved her enough to give up anything else he would ever want in life. But now, Booth's dream was finally coming true. One day, they would have their family at the strawberry field, just like he imagined.

"Hey, let's go home." Booth finally said, breaking Bones from her musings. Noticing the worry etched on her face, he kissed her furrowed brow, willing it to relax.

"Do you think they'll like me?" Bones said distantly as Booth helped her into her coat and ushered her out of her office.

"Who?"

"Your parents. Do you think they'll like me?" She said again, anxiously.

"I already told them all about you and they seemed thrilled." Booth assured her, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly.

"By the way," Booth began, grinning, "My mom loved your books. She thinks Andy is me too." He teased.

"For the last time, Andy Lister is not you!" Bones began exasperatedly. "Wait…. if your mom thinks you're Andy, what does she think of the idea of Andy and Kathy having sex? You said she was a devout Catholic and if she is anything like you, she obviously has problems discussing the subject." Bones asked, teasing Booth right back.

"I think my mother has grown more tolerant in her old age." Booth said thoughtfully. "And the only reason I didn't want to talk about sex was because I was discussing it with you." He continued indignantly.

"I thought it was because you were such a nice saintly Catholic altar boy." Bones teased.

"You know what Bones? Just don't say anything about religion while we are there, okay?" Booth warned lightheartedly. Bones had once admitted to him that she wanted to believe like he did, but that she lacked the capacity. Logically she knew that what the Bible said couldn't be true, but there was a big part of her that hoped it was. However, even though she could not rationally accept it, she did respect what he believed in. She had been to mass several times and although she wasn't allowed to participate, she always came away from the service with a sense of fulfillment. She even proceeded to read the entire Bible and another rather large book on the history and practices of Catholicism so that she could fully understand his belief system. Their talks about religion, while still heated, were now more bearable because he knew she respected his thoughts and sought to learn, and wasn't trying to tear his religion apart. However, while most of their relationship was made up of bickering and debating over subjects such as these, Booth wasn't sure his parents would readily engage in a discussion about Christianity with Dr. Temperance Brennan.

"I'm not going to ruin this for you Booth." Bones said determinedly. Reuniting with ones parents was a hard task, as Bones well knew. She wasn't going to mess up Booth's relationship with his family, especially when he had done so much to strengthen her relationship with hers.

"I know you won't. Believe it or not, you've actually gotten pretty good at knowing when to say the right thing. I have faith in you." Booth said as they stopped at his car.

"You have faith in me?" Bones asked, pleased that he saw her through all of her flaws.

"Always." He replied simply, leaning forward to press his lips against hers. It was a sweet kiss, neither passionate nor hungry, but nevertheless, it was those types of kisses that seemed to send a jolt of electricity down their spines. It seemed to represent all of the simple yet meaningful moments between them that had made them fall in love in the first place.

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