Title: Letting Go
Author: Caitlan
The funeral procession contained only my very best friends: Angela, Hodgins, Cam, Sweets, and Booth. We stood around the grave as the cemetery workers lowered his casket into the ground. I grabbed Booth's hand, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Try as I might to stay strong, like my father had asked before he had died, tears leaked out of my eyes.
"Hey, Bones, it's okay," Booth whispered in my ear. "I'm right here."
After the funeral, Angela and Hodgins came over to comfort me before going back home. They had left Michael with a sitter, and didn't want to be away from him for long. Cam and Sweets made their way over.
"Temperance, do you want the day off tomorrow? I know how hard it is to loose someone you love," Cam said, as she gave me a hug. I awkwardly returned her hug, but shook my head.
"No, I'll come in. We still have to identify those two bodies."
"Okay, Brennan. You need some time off," said Sweets. "Working after emotional trauma could throw off your entire psyche. You might become deranged or-"
"Sweets! Leave her alone, she'll be fine. I won't let her become deranged." Booth looked at me, then back at Sweets. "Plus, you know she thinks psychology is a soft science. Just go, kid, okay?"
Sweets looked mildly offended at being called kid, but he left anyway, taking Cam with him.
Booth asked me if I wanted to stay longer, but I shook my head. As we were leaving, I placed roses on my father's grave. We went to Booth's apartment, and I slowly sat on his couch, putting my head in my hands. Booth sat down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder again.
"Do you wanna talk?" He asked simply.
I could feel the emotions inside me clashing together. Yes, I DID want to talk, but at the same time, no, I DIDN'T want to. I don't understand how two conflicting emotions can co-exist in the same place. I stayed silent. He looked at me for a while longer, then stood up and walked into his room.
"Wait," I said, standing. I quickly ran over to him, pulling him into me, placing my lips on his. He seemed startled, but got over it quickly, kissing me back. We fell back onto his bed, and I pulled away to catch a breath before I kissed him again.
"I just want our baby to know how great my father was; I just want her to know how much Max could loveā¦" I trailed off.
"Or he," Booth whispered. "Our baby could be a boy."
I laughed at that, the first time I had laughed since Max had died three weeks ago. Booth kissed me some more, and, again for the first time, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep with his arms around me, knowing that our baby would know that she (or he) had parents that loved her (or him), and that that was enough.
