Okay, so anybody who read my last story, knows that this is the sequel to Bad Timing. This story takes place where Bad Timing leaves off...sorta. It's a lot of flashback, but not to things that happened in the show, but things like the wedding of B&B and all that. This story will fast forward a lot at points, so just be warned. Anyways, please ENJOY!
Chapter One: Marriage Between Two Friends
The little girl, smiling cutely at all the faces around her, toddled down the aisle, throwing flowers over her head and at the people, while they smiled back and waved and took countless photos of the adorable blue-eyed little girl.
Behind her came a baby boy, being carried by and old man, whose smile lit up the whole room, as he walked slowly and languidly down the aisle, following the baby girl towards her father, who stood, grinning, at the end of the aisle. The boy in his arms clutched a white satin pillow and sucked on his fist, and he wore a black suit with a purple satin tie. His eyes where such a rich chocolatey brown that they almost mirrored those of the man carrying him, as well as the man at the end of the aisle. The young girl walking ahead of them wore a snow white dress with a purple ribbon tied around her waist and a matching ribbon in her hair. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and the blue flowers that she threw matched her eyes perfectly, making her look all the more adorable.
The old man walked with an air of absolute pride, as he carried that baby boy. His chest puffed out and he took long, slow, strides, smiling that oh-so-charming smile that had bagged him the love of his life so many years ago. Now that she was gone, he was more than proud to be here, at his own grandson's wedding, to the woman of his dreams.
Behind the old man, were two young girls. The older of the two smiled brightly, her eyes glittering with excitement. The younger of the two looked around, curiously, for somebody in particular, smiling brightly when she saw him standing next to the groom, looking so very handsome in his Best Man's tux. She caught his eye and waved to him. He smiled and waved back, blushing a bit as the groom smiled at him and bumped his shoulder.
After the girls came an almost mismatched couple. But, only mismatched to the eye, for when they looked at each other, you could just see the love they shared was so great, that nothing could possibly break them apart. The man, who was a few inches shorter than the woman, had crystal blue eyes that shone when he looked at her and a smile that widened when he spotted a little baby girl sitting on the lap of a business-looking woman in the seats surrounding them. The little girl smiled back and waved, her blues eyes matching those of his and her hair black like the woman's. The woman blew a kiss to her, before turning back to the front of the aisle. Her dress was strapless and a deep purple that matched the flower in her hair.
The woman behind her was dressed identically, but holding the arm of a much younger, smiling, brown-haired man. They seemed to be enjoying themselves as they each waved to their significant others, a young girl who seemed unable to sit still, and a man who seemed to be forcing himself to be attentive, while still checking his cell phone obsessively. The woman smiled at him and shook her head, motioning for him to turn it off. He smiled at her and complied, shoving the phone into his jacket pocket.
Behind them was a beautiful woman, wearing a long, slender white dress with a purple ribbon tied in a bow at the waist. Her hair was done up in an elegant fashion, a silver tiara nestled on top. Her makeup was done up beautifully, bringing out her light crystal blue eyes. On either side of her were two men. One was much older than she, with eyes that were a much darker shade of blue, and that shined with unshed tears and pride, as he held onto her arm. The other man had deep brown eyes and his eyes shone with the same pride as he smiled at the woman, who smiled back.
But the only man that she could see at the moment, was the man standing at the end of the aisle, smiling back at her, with no fear in his eyes, but instead love and complete and total devotion in the deep brown pools. His smile widened when he locked eyes with her and she smiled back, trying to hold back her own happy tears.
As she reached the end of the aisle, she turned to the older man, kissing his cheek.
"I love you." They said to each other, before he took his seat in the front row and she turned to the other man. "I love you, big brother." She said, her voice soft and quavery as he kissed her cheek.
"Love you, too, baby sister." The man said, proudly. He squeezed her hand once more before taking a seat next to his father.
Then, the woman turned to the brown-eyed man with the incredibly cocky-yet-charming smile. As soon as their eyes met, it was like electricity. You could practically see the spark, hear the crackle as they locked eyes and smiled lovingly at each other.
The woman handed her bouquet of daisies, daffodils, and lilacs to the dark-haired woman, who was her Maid of Honor, her eyes never leaving the groom.
His eyes never left hers, either. Not even as the priest that stood next to them began to speak.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two souls, Dr. Temperance Daisy Brennan, known by her beloved as 'Bones' and Special Agent Seeley Booth, known as such. If there is anybody with any just cause as to why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." The black-haired woman sent out a brutal glare to anybody who so much as coughed, and nobody uttered a single word, but a few people cracked smiles. "Very well, then." The priest said and began to go through the routine, all the while the soon-to-be-married couple gazed lovingly at each other, smiling wider once in a while as if they were sharing telepathic jokes with each other.
When the priest got to the vows, he had the man, Seeley, go through them first. Then he placed the ring gently on Temperance's finger, looking deep into her eyes and squeezing her hand for much longer than necessary.
When it came time for Temperance's vows, she smiled adoringly at him, while repeating them, before placing his ring on his finger, and keeping hold on it as the Priest spoke his final words.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
The second the sentence ended, Seeley grabbed Temperance in a passionate embrace, kissing her with all the passion and loved he'd been feeling for so many years, and more.
"Mommy! Hurry up!" Brennan was startled out of her memories by the voice of her six-year-old daughter, Roxy, who was all dressed up to look like a priest, and even held a Bible in her hands. "You're gonna miss it!"
Brennan smiled at her daughter and placed the picture of hers and Booth's wedding back on the dresser. It was a picture of their first kiss as husband and wife that always made her smile, even now, five years and another child later.
"I'm almost ready." Brennan said, looking in the mirror and adjusting her hair, which she'd put up into a bun and clasping a chunky necklace around her neck that complimented the maroon colored dress she wore. Turning around, she modelled for her daughter. "How do I look?"
"Very pretty, Mommy. Now, come on!" Roxy grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room and down the stairs, into the living room where the six-year-old had set up rows of chairs and had laid out a bunch of red towels and blankets to look like a church aisle.
At the end of the aisle stood Tony Booth, Brennan's young son, who was only five-years-old and looked adorable in the tux he'd worn for Cam and Alex's wedding a few months ago, where he was, yet again, the ring bearer.
In the rows of chairs sat their 'family' or most of it, at least. There was Angela in the front row, with her young son, Maxwell, on her lap, and a five-months pregnant Cam sat with Alex on one side and Daisy on the other. Daisy had her two-month old daughter, Alexis on her lap, while Sweets, her husband for the last three years, played peek-a-boo with the baby, who was more interested in playing with his mother's hair than in his father's attempts at playing. On the other side of the aisle sat Booth, with their one-year-old daughter, Samantha. Samantha had her mother's light blue eyes and facial structure, but her father's dark brown hair and definitely his smile. She wore a pretty pink dress and a tiny pink matching clip in her hair and showed off her dimples as she giggled at her father, who kept on making faces at her. Next to them sat sixteen-year-old Parker, whose arm was slung over Emma's, Brennan's niece, shoulder. The young couple kept smiling at each other and stealing kisses whenever Russ looked away. Max sat behind them, next to Russ, Amy, and Hayley, who discreetly held the hand of her own boyfriend, whom she had invited to the make-believe wedding.
Hank was nowhere to be seen. He had passed away shortly after Jared and Padme's son, Thomas, was born. But he had died happy, knowing that both his grandsons' had families now that they loved dearly, and who made them happy.
None of the interns, who were now doctors, working at the Jeffersonian themselves, were there. They'd all had things to do with their own families, and they had lab work that needed to be done.
So that just left their immediate family and Brennan was glad. They didn't need to many people to witness this marriage since it was not legitimate and the bride and groom were really just good friends who liked to pretend. Brennan took her seat next to Booth, kissing her baby girl on the cheek, before kissing her husband, and taking the little girl into her own arms, wondering when it was that she became so accustomed to family life that she was willing to sit through a fake, child's wedding with a completely genuine smile on her face.
Her smile only widened when the music began, from a CD on the stereo, being controlled by Booth.
Everybody turned their heads and smiled as Joy Hodgins walked down the aisle, holding her father's hand. Jack was smiling, a tear or two sliding down his cheek. Joy smiled as well, looking straight at Tony, who smiled back, just as brightly.
Joy's black hair was in a ponytail and she wore a white summer dress that flowed as she walked and a dress-up bride's veil on her head. In her hand was a bouquet of fake roses and daffodils that she had gathered from Roxy's play chest.
Once they got down the aisle, Hodgins let go of her hand and leaned down to kiss her cheek, whispering, "I love you, baby girl." In her ear.
"I love you, too, Daddy." Joy replied, before walking the few steps to stand across from Tony, next to her best friend, who held the Bible.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to bring these two souls together in Holy Matrimony." She said, reading expertly from a post-it she'd placed in the Bible, that her father had written for her. Turning the page she saw a bunch of more words that she was two impatient to read. "Nobody objects, right?" she asked and nobody spoke. "Good. So, let's just skip to the good part, then."
Brennan leaned over to Booth. "She is definitely your daughter." She said, smiling.
Booth grinned and bumped her shoulder.
"So, Joy, do you wanna marry my brother, Tony?" Roxy asked.
Joy nodded. "Uh-huh." She said, smiling at him.
"Why?" Roxy asked, before being pushed by Tony. "Hey!" Tony shot her a glare and she sighed. "Whatever. Tony, do you wanna marry my best friend, Joy?"
Tony smiled. "Yup."
"Okay. Take out the rings and put them on each other's fingers." Tony and Joy both took out the fake plastic rings they'd gotten from Joy's dress-up chest and placed them on each other's fingers. "Good. You're married now. So you gotta kiss each other."
"Eew!" Tony and Joy said, grimacing, making everybody else laugh. "Can't we just hug?" Tony asked.
Roxy shook her head. "Nope, you gotta kiss, just like Mommy and Daddy did at their wedding and Auntie Cam and Uncle Alex, and Uncle Sweets and Aunt Daisy. Everybody kisses when they get married, so you have to, too!"
Joy and Tony looked at each other and shrugged, pursing their lips and leaning in towards each other. As soon as their lips touched there was a flash of light as Angela took a photo. The five-years-olds quickly broke apart and glared at her.
"Mo-om!"
"Aunt Angie!"
Angela smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," she said, shrugging, "couldn't resist!"
Hahaha! Can't you just see Angela doing this? I certainly can. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please REVIEW!