Ill
Brennan approached Booth who was seated on the side of the bed with tears trailing down his face. "Booth, I know this is very difficult for you, please don't think you need to do this alone."
Booth took Brennan's hand as she sat next to him. "Bones, I know you and Parker and Christine loved him too. Don't think you have to take care of me. It's just…I think I'm getting past it, then something like this call just knocks me back."
"Was that call was about the headstone?"
"Yeah, it was the cemetery. It's in place so I can go to view it. I don't know if I can face that right now. "
"You don't have to do anything you're not ready for. You don't have to do any of this alone. We're a family; we'll face it as a family. We're stronger together"
Booth sighed, pulled Brennan in for tight hug and said. "He was ill for so long, I thought I was ready, and when he did pass I told myself that I had be strong for everyone else, but I do need you."
"We need each other. That's part of being married, part of being a family; supporting each other, needing each other."
"It helps that I know Pop's in a better place now, even if you don't believe the same. It just breaks my heart that the kids, especially baby Hank will never know him and I doubt Christine will really remember him in a few years."
"I find my comfort in the fact that he lived to see his namesake. He got to hold baby Hank and that just thrilled him. He always lit up when we'd visit with Christine. I think seeing you settled with a family of your own allowed him to die at peace, and that's a wonderful thing." Brennan said as the tears made it past her lashes.
And they held each other as they cried together.
