As always…I do not own the story!!!!!
Bug on the wall's Point of View
"Don't call me baby, Booth. I am in no way a baby. I passed that stage of development a long time ago."
He rolled his eyes and smiled, but didn't say anything. It was like he anticipated this reaction from her, and just rolled with it. He knew exactly what she was going to say before she said it, but didn't respond to it.
She smiled when he rolled his eyes and snuggled deeper into his lap. Content to stay there for the rest of the weekend. She knew, however, this wasn't going to be possible. She knew someone was going to call them or come by to see what was going on.
She didn't feel the need to explain her actions, and would not explain them to anyone. Her business was not gossip, even though it had been turned into media frenzy once it got out that she was getting married. They latched on to it even more when it was learned she wasn't going to be marrying 'Andy.'
She still never understood why so many people considered Booth to be the inspiration for the character of Andy. Yes, there might be some similarities, but he is not Andy. People just needed to get over it and move on.
Maybe that was the reason for Brandon's insistence that she and Booth not spend any time together outside of work. Maybe he was insecure when it came to her and Booth. Could he have been one of those people who thought that her writings mimicked her life?
"Booth…what am I going to do about Brandon? What am I going to tell Angela and Cam and the rest of them? How am I going to explain my actions to everyone?"
Everything came flying out of her mouth so fast his head was spinning. He knew she could talk fast, but never heard her speak that fast before…ever.
"Bones, stop worrying. It doesn't really matter what anyone else thinks. It is not really any of their business, now is it? No one else has any control over your life, other than you. We, yes we, will deal with Brandon if and when he decides to come around. For some reason I do not think that he is willing to show is face around here anytime soon. As for Angela and the rest of the Squint Squad…I think they will understand. Even if they don't, you know that they won't hold anything against you. They love you too much, and they know that you love them…even if you don't want to admit it sometimes."
"What about Sweets? What are we going to do with him? He is always going on and on about how we are supposed to be together and all that crap…now here we are, basically giving him a leg to stand on. From now on, he is going to bring this up whenever I try to prove that he is wrong. He is going to say that his findings regarding us and our 'relationship' have always been correct, even though we didn't want to admit them at the time. I don't want to have to deal with him and his 'psycho-babble' especially when I do not agree with his chosen profession. Yes, I will admit that he is smart but why did he have to choose to be a psychologist? He could have done much better with a job that actually had some backing. Psychology is based on nothing. You cannot measure what goes on in the mind."
He had been listening to the first part of her tirade about Sweets. She always said the same thing about him and his job. She didn't believe in it, and she never failed to express her opinions about it either. Those around her were used to her dislike of Sweets' job, so they just smiled when she started rambling.
"Our baby duck is going to be just fine. We don't have to explain anything to him. You know that he is just going to sit there and smile and nod. He will try to talk to us about what happened, but all you have to do is ignore him. Just do what you normally do when he is around."
"Why are we still calling him our baby duck? He has never been a duck, Booth."
He smiled saying "he will always be our baby duck. Remember Bones…he kind of imprinted on us. We are the family that he needs; the family he longs for. Just like Jack and Angela and Zack…he is part of our family. Our crazy, mixed up, land of misfit toys sort of family. As much as you don't want to admit it, you love our family."
"Yes. I have to admit, I do love our defacto family. Our crazy family. We have the fanatical artist, the conspiracy theorist, the overly-scientific one, we have the baby duck, and we have the brain, the heart and the mama. We are all set for the crazy convention."
"Aww Bones. Did you just make a joke about our family?"
She laughed, knowing he would probably bring up this conversation sometime in the future. He would use it to remind her that not all families are made by blood, and those that aren't probably have stronger ties than those that are. They don't have to love each other or want to spend time together, they just do.
She seemed lost in her thoughts. Gazing out the window, she absentmindedly played with his fingers. He knew that she was pondering over some things, but as always he had to let her mind sort them out before she would be willing to disclose what was baffling it so.
"Booth…why didn't you tell me it had gotten this bad? Why didn't Cam or Ange tell me? Why did no one tell me that my relationship with Brandon hurt you this much? Did they think I wouldn't care about you or something like that? I am not understanding this at all."
"It wasn't all that bad Bones. There was nothing much to tell."
Oh, now that was the wrong thing to say to this brown haired beauty at that moment. She threw his arms off of her and jumped out of his lap onto the living room rug. Moving to get away from his stretching arms she started pacing in front of the windows.
"Not that bad? I am not stupid Booth. I do have eyes and I can see. I am also a forensic anthropologist, and even though I don't work with live humans I do know a couple things about them. I know that you should be able to see muscles on a man's stomach, all over your body for that matter, especially considering your line of work. I know that a human should be dead after all you had to drink last night. I know that people need to eat to sustain themselves, but by looking through your kitchen you haven't been doing so. I know that you haven't been sleeping. I know that you haven't been outside as much as before."
She stopped speaking and turned to look at him. She loved him so much she couldn't see straight. She had always been afraid of love for that reason alone. She was not making rational decisions, and it was all because of that funny feeling in her stomach.
She depeneded on him for so much, and she hated that. She hated that she needed Booth in her life. She didn't hate him or anything like that; she had always been so independent – until Brandon – and she didn't want things to be like that with Booth.
She looked him in the eyes…needing to feel the warmth from them. She needed to have strength for what she was going to say next. She trusted him more than anyone else in the entire world. She would do anything for him, go anywhere for him.
She turned because she needed to see his face when she hit him with what she knew. She wasn't supposed to know it, but she did. It had happened by accident, her finding out, but it had happened.
"I know that you haven't been spending time with Parker. I know that Rebecca is looking to move to Seattle and that you are planning on going with her. I am not a stupid person, Booth, so please stop treating me like one."