Sorry! I haven't written for this story in THE longest time! I hope this chapter makes up for it! Enjoy!

Chapter Ten: Confession

"I can't believe this..." Booth sighed as he lay his head in his arms. Brennan seemed frozen in place next to him.

"Are you sure, Sweetie?" she asked.

James sat at the table across from them, blushing furiously and looking down, as if in shame. "I'm positive, Mom." he replied, quietly.

"But you're only twelve! How can you be positive already about something like this?" Booth asked, trying to stop his voice from shaking.

"I dunno, Dad. I just...look, it's really hard to explain. I just know. I'm not like Parker or Peter or Tony. I see girls as friends and not attractive and boys are...cute to me. I can't help that."

Brennan nodded in understanding. "No, you can't. And you know what, I can accept that. We can accept that. Right, Seeley?" she turned to her distressed husband, stressing his first name, so that he got the message and nodded his head.

"Yes, of course, James. You're our son and we love you no matter what. I just-I need some time to process this. I just-you've shown no signs of...that. You're the best pitcher in Little League, you love watching Football with me, and you have no taste for fashion at all. I just couldn't possibly-I need a minute." Booth placed his head back in his arms and took a few deep breaths, while Brennan rubbed his shoulders soothingly.

Turning back to James, she saw that he had tears running down his cheeks, and she was at his side in a matter of seconds. "Baby, please don't cry." She mumbled into his hair as she held him tight. "We love you, no matter what you are. No matter who you love. That's never going to change. Your father just needs some time to adjust. He's Catholic, remember."

"Not anymore." Booth surprised them both with his sudden statement.

"What do you mean, Dad?" James asked.

"If that damn religion doesn't accept my son for who he is, then I'm leaving it." Booth stated, firmly.

"Booth, you've always been so religious-"

"Not anymore, Bones. I can't believe in something that disregards my boy." Booth said, seriously. "Of course I'll still believe in God and pray to him every once in a while, but I'm done with Catholicism."

James smiled, tearfully. Since he can remember, his father has dragged him and all his siblings to every Sunday service, and Holiday service, without fail, and now he was willing to give up his faith for his faith in his son. "Really, Dad? You'd do that for me?"

Booth nodded firmly. "You're my son. I would die for you, I'd kill for you, and I'd be more than willing to give up my faith to make you happy."

James jumped up and embraced his father tightly. "Thanks, Dad!" he mumbled into his shoulder. Even at twelve, James was nearly as tall as his father and three times as thin and gangly, with his mother's eyes and his long shaggy brown hair. "I love you."

"I love you too, son." Booth responded. "Just promise me one thing."

"Anything." James said, smiling through his drying tears.

"When you meet somebody, or even if you don't, I don't really care, you're still gonna give me at least one grandchild."

"Booth!" Brennan scolded, smacking his arm.

Booth grinned. "What? I want at least one from each of my kids. Parker and Maya have already given me two, and their on their way to a third. Tony and Elizabeth are about to have their first. Roxie has yet to meet the right guy, but she adopted Miki from Malaysia. And even Peter, though not my biological son, has a little boy of his own. So I have four out of six down. Two to go. Anna's getting pretty close though, what with her new boyfriend...what's his name again?"

"Sean." Brennan responded, shaking her head in exasperation.

"Yeah, Sean. But I swear if he ever hurts my baby girl, I'll-"

"I'll be right there with you, Dad, but what's this all have to do with my being...you know?" James asked in amusement.

"Oh, right. Whatever you do, whoever you love, whatever way you decide to live out your days, I will always love and accept you, no matter what...just as long as you give me grandchildren."

"Seeley Booth!" Brennan smacked his arm again.

Booth grinned sheepishly and laughed, taking his arms off his son so that he could wrap them around his wife and kiss her sweetly. "You want more grandkids, too! Don't even try to deny it!"

"Yes, but I don't want you pressuring our twelve-year old son about it! Not my baby boy!" Brennan whined.

Booth smiled indulgently. "Bones, can you remember a time when you didn't even want children of your own?"

Brennan shook her head. "Honestly, no I can't."

"Yeah, neither can I...I think we may be getting old."

Brennan gave him an indignant stare. "I don't know about you, but I still got a little...somethin' somethin', is it?"

Booth grinned and nodded.

"Uh...guys? Twelve year old son, right here!" James fought to have his presence known, but his parents were too caught up in each other's eyes.

Again.

"Okay, so I'm just gonna..." James's voice trailed off as he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Well, that went better than I thought. He said to himself as he made his way towards his room, smiling.

Booth and Brennan would make AWESOME parents and they will definitely NEVER fall out of love! Anyways, please REVIEW!