CHAPTER 10

"The Jeffersonian garden is booked. My bridesmaid's dress is undergoing its second alteration. I have the fake fur shall ordered and it should be here by Wednesday. Parker's suit is ready, so tell Booth to go pick it up. The tent people are being annoying, but they will have the cathedral tent here on Friday, December 21st by noon and the small side tents by Saturday morning. The band will be doing a sound check at the rehearsal. The Jeffersonian conference room is set for the reception. They still need to know if we want a vegetarian plate as well as the chicken. The flowers are all set: red and white roses for me and white roses and lilies for you. Oh, the space heaters will be delivered on the 21st too. And you need to call the cake lady and make sure she doesn't try to put your names on the cake like she was trying to make us do," Angela spit out in a stream of consciousness, looking down at her notebook, which had writing scribbled in every possible corner. "Oh, and I almost forgot; Sid called to ask exactly how many people we'd be having for the rehearsal dinner."

Brennan stared at her friend, trying to take in all of the information she had just received. "What about my dress?" she asked.

"Oh right, the dress! Of course, how could I forget THAT? It will be back from the dress lady tomorrow. I'm picking it up at 10:00," Angela replied, smiling and very proud of herself for staying on top of everything.

Brennan smiled. "Thank you, Ang. I honestly have no idea what I would do without you. I didn't even think of half of the things you did. Oh, and tell them that we do want the vegetarian plate," she replied. "And tell Sid that he can expect 25."

"Will do. So, are you getting excited?" Angela prodded.

"Not really. Not yet. I think I'm still nervous about my father," Brennan replied.

"I thought everything was worked out? You all get married and then he goes into witness protection," Angela said, matter-of-factly.

"Thanks for reminding me, Ang. No, it's not that. It's just going to be strange with my father meeting Booth's parents. I mean, what does he say when they ask him what he does for a living? 'Oh, well, I used to rob banks, but now I kill people?'" Brennan asked, clearly irritated.

"Well, he doesn't really do it for a living," Angela offered.

Brennan glared at her. "Ang."

"Sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood," Angela replied.

Brennan pursed her lips and sighed. Angela's cell phone rang.

"It's the tent people. They call me like 4 times a day. Honestly, how difficult is it to figure out a tent?" she said, exasperated. She flipped open her phone. "Hi, Larry. Yes, I know," she spoke into the phone as she rolled her eyes and walked off.

Brennan smiled after her, thankful that Angela was in charge of everything. She looked down at the brochure on her desk. Monte Carlo. They had finally decided on a honeymoon spot. After much bickering over which was better, Aruba (which is where Angela and Hodgins had gone) or Brazil, Booth had thought of something completely different. The south of France was somewhere neither one of them had ever been and when Booth had first described it, Brennan was hooked. The beach, the food, the hotel…it all sounded perfect. From that point on, everything had seemed easy. A lot of that probably had to do with the fact that Angela was planning everything. Brennan had been in a magnificent mood that no one had been able to destroy…not even a fresh set of remains was able to ruin her happiness. Now that things were settled with Russ and Max, Brennan felt better than she had in a long time.

Brennan was pulled out of her daydream by a pair of rather cold hands touching her eyes.

"Guess who?" the voice asked.

"How old are you?" Brennan asked, trying to pry the hands off of her face. "Your hands are freezing!"

"Come on…" the voice demanded.

"Parker?" she asked, sarcasm in her voice.

"Ha-ha. Fine, ruin my fun," Booth said as he took his hands away and leaned on the edge of her desk.

She smiled at him. "Parker's suit is ready. You can pick it up any time," Brennan informed him.

"You know what he asked me this morning? He asked if Rufus could be the second ringbearer. How adorable is that?" Booth replied, smiling at his son's endearing gesture.

Brennan laughed. "He loves that dog," she replied.

"He's out for Christmas break today. Want to go with me to pick him up? Then we'll drop by and get his suit," Booth asked her.

"Sure. I just have to finish this paperwork," she said as she looked down, gathering the papers on her desk. When she looked up, Booth's face was inches from hers. She leaned back. "What are you doing?" she asked him.

He smiled brightly at her. "In one week, we're going to be married," Booth informed her.

"8 days, actually," she replied, grinning.

"You always have to be so technical, don't you, Bones?" he said, kneeling down.

She smiled and tilted her head, leaning forward slightly and kissing him softly on the lips.

"Are you still going to call me 'Bones' after we're married?" she asked him.

"Are you still going to call me 'Booth?'" he shot back with a full on charm smile.

Brennan rolled her eyes. "Fine, I take your point," she said, kissing him again.

"So, I guess it'll be Booth and Bones forever," he replied, smiling sweetly at the woman of his dreams.