Thanks to everyone who put the story on their favorites or alerts list and to those who reviewed… Here's your reaction from Hank as requested by 'DorothyOz' and 'musicnlyrics'… hope you like… let me know what you think…

Ok... so a little over the two week mark I promised... sorry was a little stressed these past few weeks... hopefully I'll get back on schedule quickly... on the plus side I have 2 more reactions started that I just have to finish when I finally get time...


Hank

Brennan was sitting in her office, reading an article on her computer. It was the Friday after the proposal and they had plans for this weekend.

"Temperance!" A voice called from the doorway. Her head snapped up at the voice and she broke into a smile. She stood up.

"Hank," she said coming around her desk to greet him. He pulled her into a hug as she came near. "What are you doing here? I thought we weren't picking you up until later today for the weekend."

"Well, Shrimp said you guys have something important to tell me and my curiosity got the best of me so I decided to come by early. Plus, I figured then I could get some extra time with my great-granddaughter without needing to share her." Brennan laughed as they sat on the couch.

"We were planning on telling you over dinner tonight."

"Oh, come on," Hank whined. "I'm an old man. Don't make me wait," he pouted.

"We might as well just tell him now," a voice called from the doorway. They both looked over to see Booth leaning in the doorway.

"Booth!" Brennan said excitedly, getting up from the couch. "Do we have a case?" Booth chuckled.

"Sorry to disappoint." Booth came over and leant down to give his grandfather a hug.

"What are you doing here, then?" Brennan asked as he stood up.

"What I have to have a reason for stopping by now randomly?" he asked as he pulled her to him and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Booth!" she scolded, her eyes bright, however. "We're at work," she told him smacking him lightly with her left hand. Hank had caught something glint on her finger.

"Well, it's about damn time, Shrimp. I thought we were going to need to get an x-ray of your head soon to make sure you had a brain."

"Huh?" Booth asked at the same time Brennan started speaking.

"An x-ray wouldn't be necessary to determine if he had a brain. If he didn't he obviously wouldn't be alive."

"What are you talking about, Pops?" Booth asked when Brennan finished speaking as they both sat on the couch, Brennan in the middle of them.

"You finally proposed! It's about time, Shrimp! I thought I was going to need to have a conversation with you again!" Hank said focusing on Booth. Booth chuckled.

"Sorry to disappoint, Pops. I was ready with a ring, though. I had told her before she would be the one to ask."

"Well, at least one of you has brains!" Pops said, turning his focus to Brennan and taking her hand to study the ring closer. "So, Temperance, How did you ask my knuckle head grandson to marry you?"

"Well, she—" Booth started to say, but was cut off by Hank.

"Shut it, Shrimp. I'm having a conversation with Temperance here," he said not looking away from the ring, but still seeing Booth out of the corner of his eye. "Don't bother pouting. It didn't work when you were little and it still doesn't. So, Temperance?"

"It didn't work to well, but I baked a ring into an apple pie."

"Let me guess, Shrimp inhaled the pie and ring," he said shaking his head and letting go of Brennan's hand. He focused his attention on Booth. "How many times do you have to be told to not inhale your pie? If swallowing a ring won't get you to stop, what will?"

"But Pops," Booth started to whine, "it was a really good pie and I missed lunch and was distracted by the game on TV."

"Shrimp…" Hank just said, shaking his head.

"I was hungry, and it was really good. I wasn't expecting her to read something online about baking rings into things and actually trying to do it. I wasn't actually expecting her to plan something at all actually."

"What do you mean by that? You weren't expecting me to ever propose? So why did you say I'd ask you?" Brennan asked Booth, turning slightly to look at him.

"That's not what I was saying at all. I had a feeling that you would eventually want to ask me yourself. I just never thought that you'd plan something. I think I figured it was going to be one of those moments, like when you decided you wanted a baby in that session with Sweets… you know, one of those kinds of moments that takes us both by surprise. I was kind of just expecting something random I think." Brennan was quiet for a minute, thinking. Then, she nodded.

"That makes sense." Hank was just shaking his head.

"What is wrong with doing things simple?" Hank asked.

"That wouldn't be us," Booth and Brennan told him at the same time.

"Besides," Booth added, "complicated is more fun. Keeps us on our toes."

"I don't know, Shrimp. There's a lot you can do that's fun and not as stressful. Like crocheting… lot less stressful. I'm sure you know that as well as I do. Lot more fun, too… I'm sure you know that, too. Good workout for you…"

"Pops," Booth whined, turning bright red from embarrassment. "Can we talk about something else…please… I really don't want to discuss your… crocheting life."

"How about yours?"

"Pops…" he whined again.

"I don't see the problem, Booth. We have a daughter together. Clearly he knows that we have an active sexual life. And I happen to know for a fact that you aren't nearly the prude you appear to be when discussing sexual intercourse."

"Bones! Crocheting!"

"So you're ok with discussing this if we call it Crocheting?"

"Bones!" He saw the glint in her eyes and knew that she was going to continue.

"Having se… crocheting in a healthy relationship is very satisfying and normal, Booth. It's very common in relationships. It's more custom for one in a society to expect that two individuals in a monogamous relationship are engaging in… crocheting than not. Plus we have a daughter so there is proof. And really you have nothing to be embarrassed about," she said the last statement with a smile. Keeping her grin in place, she continued, "You are—"

"Ok," Booth said, hopping up from the couch as quickly as he could. "If this is going to continue to be your topic of discussion… I'm just gonna…" he said pointing to the door. "Yeah… I'll be somewhere with one of the squints or something… maybe my daughter will be nice to me… Come and find me when you're done I guess…" Booth made a beeline for the door.

Brennan chuckled and Hank shook his head.

"I swear sometimes I did not raise that boy right. He's too uptight."

"Still, it's always fun teasing him."

"It's too easy. I almost feel bad." Brennan stood up from the couch.

"Come on. We can get an earlier start to the evening and go pick-up our daughter. If you feel bad enough for teasing Booth, you could always make your grilled cheeses for dinner tonight to make it up to him," She said as they started to leave her office.

"I said I almost feel bad, but I'd still be happy to make the sandwiches. Now let's go track down my grandson. I bet he's already gone to get my great-granddaughter."

They left to go find the two and head home for the day. They could always have more fun with Booth later.


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