Maybe work wasn't such a good idea

Taking in Brennan's features Angela could tell she was truly confused. Only emotions could do that to her best friend. "Ahh, Sweetie." she eased as she mover closer to Brennan's desk. "You've got cold feet."

Creasing her brow Brennan looked up locking her eyes on Angela. "I've never understood the term 'cold feet'. My feet are quite warm actually." she said. "How does love even apply to cold feet?"

Rolling her eyes Angela smiled. "It's not that love applies to cold feet. It's just saying that you're nervous about marrying Booth." she explained.

Thinking for a long moment Brennan leaned back in her chair. "I'm not nervous about marrying Booth." she finally said. "I'm just confused about the whole concept of love. I used to think I had it all figured out. The neurons and receptors in peoples brains responding to different fermions and chemicals." she explained.

Giving a light laugh Angela leaned against her right hand. "Sweetie, I've learned so many scientific things from you over the years." she began. "So here's one from me to you to add to your tiny pile. Love is unexpected and it will take you by surprise every time. But when you feel it in your heart and gut and your heads running around in circles…" Pausing she took a deep breath and sighed, "…Then it's the real thing, Babe." she finished.

Becoming very quiet Brennan tried to take all the things Angela had ever taught her and see where it all fit. When she was with Booth she felt safe, with a fluttery feeling in her stomach. But when he was gone her heart clenched at the thought of something being wrong with him. Her stomach and her heart. They both had a connection to Booth and her head was moving nowhere fast, running through the same thoughts over and over. Jaw going slack she felt her lungs tighten, constricting her intake of oxygen. She loved Booth. It had been in front of her all along.

Waving her hands in front of Brennan's face Angela sighed, "Sweetie! Earth to Brennan." she called.

Blinking rapidly Brennan's eyes focused on Angela. "Sorry, I was thinking." she apologized.

"And?" asked Angela.

"I think I do love Booth." admitted Brennan finally.

Grinning Angela pulled Brennan from her chair to her couch. "Glad to hear it, Sweetie." she said as they set. Twisting she reviled a stack of magazines and printed pages under her left arm. "Now, let's plan your wedding. I know you want small. So I was just thinking the family." She began, pulling out a single sheet of paper with a list of names on it. "Me and Hodgins. Cam, Sweet's… who will probably bring Amy. Booth's physiatrist and Caroline. Then last but not least Your dad and Russ." she explained, "Oh and Parker of course." she added quickly.

Frowning Brennan looked to Angela, "Caroline? Don't get me wrong, I like her but…" she questioned.

Angela's smile turned playful. "She can get the okay for your dad and Russ to attend the wedding. We've got to treat her with respect for the favor." she explained. "It does help though that she just likes you and Booth as a couple." she added with a chuckled.

Nodding slowly Brennan handed the paper back to Angela. "That seems acceptable." she relented.

Nodding Angela pulled out a few magazines. "Now we need to talk about dress' and flower's." she began, "Do you know what colors you'd like?"

"That green." she answered as she pointed to the jacket on a hook across the room. "With silver maybe?"

Angela's eyes lit up, "That's perfect." she exclaimed. "So you'll want some white roses with Baby's breath for your bouquet." flipping through another magazine she sighed. "What do you think for your dress? Straps or no straps? Button, zip or tie? Train or no train?"

Eyes widening Brennan became overwhelmed by Angela. She just realized that she really did love Booth and now she was being asked what kind of wedding dress she wanted. For her fake wedding to the man she… was beginning to think she'd actually like to marry and have a child for. When her computer beeped she silently thanked whoever had prompted the noise. Crossing the room she scanned the screen, "It's Cam." she said. "She need's to see me in her office…" Pausing she looked to Angela, "…I'm sorry Ange."

"No worries Sweetie. Just hurry back." said Angela. She was engrossed in the magazine by the time Brennan left the office.