This is a sequel to "Partners". This is a reminder that this story is AU and is rated T for a reason (colorful language mostly). This story starts a couple of months after Booth and Brennan were married and she is now eight months pregnant. This is also a reminder that I am not retelling the episodes. This story takes place between the episodes or alters the episodes in some way. I will add my own twists and turns as I go. I recommend that you read "Partners" before reading this one.

Thank you for reading my stories.

I don't own Bones.

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A tear trickling down his cheek, Parker looked up at his father and started to plead with him. "But Dad, I don't want to move to England. I want to stay here with you and Bones. I want to be here when my baby sister comes."

He felt bad for the boy, but the Booth knew that Parker was going to have to accept what was happening. Kneeling, he placed his hands on his son's shoulders and stared into the boys glistening eyes. "I wish you could stay Parker, but your Mom needs you over there. She's all by herself and she really misses you. You'll be back for Christmas holidays, so it won't be that long before we see each other again."

Unable to stop crying the boy looked down and continued to plead with his father. "I like it here, with you and Bones. I've lived with Mom all my life. I want to live with you now. Please Dad."

Filled with emotion, his throat tight, Booth swallowed and cleared his throat. "I know you do, Buddy, but your mother needs you. Maybe someday you can stay with me, but right now it can't be that way. Your mother has changed the way we do things and you get to be here for long holidays and the summer and that's a big change for her, for all of us really. I love you being here, I really do, but you have to move to England to be with your Mom. I love you Parker. Just remember we can talk whenever you want to and Christmas will be here before you know it."

Throwing his arms around his father's neck, Parker kissed him on the cheek. "Okay, Dad. I . . . I guess I don't want Mom to be by herself it's just . . . it's just that I'm going to miss you and Bones."

He loved his son so much and he knew he was going to miss the boy while he was away. Kissing Parker on the cheek, Booth heard the boarding call for the child's flight. Standing, he leaned over and hugged his son one more time. "It's time to go, Buddy."

Unable to change his father's mind, Parker picked up his backpack and turned to stare at the steward waiting for him.

Escorting his son over to the boarding gate, Booth smiled sadly at the cheerful young man. "This is Parker Booth. I think you're waiting for him?"

The young man smiled at the boy. He had been through this many times and he knew that the children needed to trust him. "Hi, Parker. My name is Melvin. I'm going to be with you while we travel to London. If you have any questions or you need anything, just let me know."

Following Melvin towards the gate, Parker suddenly stopped and looked back at his father. "I love you, Dad."

His emotions barely under control, Booth smiled and waved at his son. "I love you too." Watching his son disappear from view, Booth sighed and turned to leave. Wiping his nose with a handkerchief, Booth ignored the people around him and made his way through the concourse to the exit.

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Closing the living room door behind him, Booth looked around and noticed how quiet the house seemed to be now that his son was gone. Slowly moving into the kitchen, he retrieved a beer from the fridge and opened it. Carrying it outside on to the deck, he sat down on a chair near the picnic table and stared out at the yard. He admired the oak tree on the left side of the yard and the cherry tree planted near his bedroom window for a few seconds, closed his eyes and took a long pull from his beer.

It wasn't long before he heard the back door open and then close. He frowned when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. "He cried. I feel like a bastard for making him leave."

The hand moving around his shoulder, he soon found his bride sitting on his lap. Opening his eyes, Booth kissed Brennan and placed the bottle down on the deck. "He wants to live here, but Rebecca needs him over there. She's all alone in London with no family."

Placing her arm around his shoulder, Brennan returned his kiss. "You are not a bastard for sending Parker to England, Booth. Rebecca agreed to joint custody with you and you're just living up to your part of the agreement. You're being a responsible adult."

Her words made sense and they were logical, but they didn't seem to help. Placing his arm around her hips, Booth stared into her beautiful blue eyes. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't so responsible."

Gasping, Brennan placed her hand on top of her stomach. "Oh, the baby is very active today."

Eager to be part of it, Booth placed his hand on her stomach and waited. Soon a goofy smile graced his face. "Wow, she sure is. I'm sorry you couldn't come, but it was probably a good thing you stayed home. Going to the airport is a giant pain in the ass now and we must have stood in line for over an hour before we were allowed to go the terminal. It would have been too much for you."

Sadly, Brennan lifted her right leg and looked at her ankle. "My ankles are still swollen even though I rested most of the morning."

Staring at her ankle, Booth frowned. "It seems to be better than it was this morning. I'll cook dinner tonight so you can stay off your feet more. You over did it yesterday having that good bye dinner. You were on your feet too much."

Brennan stood up, walked over to the chair next to Booth and sat down. "I promised Parker a going away party and my interns really wanted to say good-bye to him."

"That travel bag they bought him was nice." Picking up his beer bottle from the deck, he finished it off then placed the empty bottle back on the deck. "I wouldn't mind having a Flyers bag like that."

Amused, Brennan stared at her husband's profile. "Maybe you'll get one for Christmas."

Turning to stare at her, Booth grinned. "Cool." Wanting to do something for her, Booth decided to boost her ego a little bit. "You know, Clark is okay, but I'll be happy when you can partner up with me again. I miss going out in the field with you."

Flattered, Brennan returned his smile. "I miss it too, Booth. Clark is very good at what he does, but I would feel better if I was your backup. I know what I'm capable of doing. Clark is not used to being in hazardous situations."

"Personally, I could do without the hazardous shit." Booth wasn't fond of being shot at and shooting at people wasn't must better. "It's been a pretty quiet partnership so far, thank God."

Reaching out, Brennan touched his arm. "I hope it continues to be that way."

Booth stood up, leaned over and kissed his wife. "How would you like a massage? We can go upstairs and I'll give you a massage."

Snickering, Brennan supposed he was talking about sex. "A real massage or your idea of a massage?"

Busted, Booth took her hands in his and tried to get her to go upstairs with him. "Come on Bones. This is the first time we've had the house to ourselves. We can do what the hell we want and not worry about who's in the house . . . I'll make it worth your while."

Laughing, Brennan allowed him to pull her up from her chair. "Well, I suppose it will make having sex with you more interesting if I don't have to keep my voice down."

A little annoyed, Booth pulled her towards the back door. "That's making love, Bones. We're going to go make love."

"No, I think we're definitely going to be having sex unless you really are giving me a massage." Brennan believed that honesty was best and what she wanted from Booth was loud and happy sex.

Rolling his eyes, Booth released her hand. "Do you really want me to give you a massage or are we going to make love because I'm getting mixed signals here, Bones?"

Pushing her husband towards the door, Brennan laughed. "I want both."

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