Sorry I haven't been updating much lately, guys! But, I've been really busy lately, what with my upcoming school cabaret (I'm sing A Little Priest from Sweeney Todd with one of my guy friends) and practice keeps me on my toes, especially with my week and a half long laryngitis that I just got over (blehh). Anyways, here's a new chapter. I will now update every third day, because I have to update my other stories, Surprises, and my newer one, Shipwrecked (check them out!)

Chapter Eleven:

The second Bones got into her bedroom and closed the door, she took the phone out of her pocket and dialed Booth's number.

It only rang twice before he answered. "Hey, Bones." he said. Bones could practically see his charming, one-of-a-kind, smile.

"Hey, Booth." She replied.

"So, what's new?" he asked.

"Since you dropped me off about five minutes ago? Nothing much." She giggled.

Booth chuckled. "I think Pops knows." he said.

"What do you mean?" Bones asked, going to sit on her bed.

"I mean about us. I think he knows about us, Bones." Booth clarified.

"Really?" Bones asked, sitting a little straighter on her bed. Nobody else knew except for Angela, who'd seen them share a little kiss at the park once, when they thought nobody else was watching. She squealed so loud that Booth practically swore that people in China had heard her, even though Bones told him that that was impossible. But they had sworn her to secrecy, not wanting the status of their relationship out just yet, even though they had been going out for practically a year. Now Pops knew. "How do you figure that?"

"He told me so." Booth said, nonchalantly.

"So you know that he knows. You don't think so." Bones said, correcting his earlier English when he said 'think' instead of 'know'.

"Yeah," Booth said, not irritated at her correction at all, but instead amused. "I know he knows. Because he told me that if I ever hurt you, he'd kill me."

"He did?" Brennan asked, unable to keep away a smile.

"Yeah," Booth said. "He thinks of you as a sort of granddaughter, now. He really loves you, Bones."

Bones smiled. "Yeah," she said, "I guess he does."

Then a thought occurred to Booth. "Hey!" he said, suddenly.

"What?" Bones asked, slightly alarmed. "Did something happen?"

Booth chuckled. "No, I was just thinking," he said, "your birthday is in two months, right?"

"Yes..." Bones said, not getting the point, "It's about two weeks after our first anniversary." She smiled at this thought. She'd never had an anniversary with anybody before, and she sort of liked the thought of it.

"Yeah," Booth said, allowing himself to smile as well, "and trust me, we're gonna do something special about that, but I was thinking..."

"Yes?" Bones asked.

"Why don't I throw you a birthday party?"

"What?" Bones asked. "Why?"

"Well, you're going to be fifteen. It's a pretty special birthday, according to my Pops." Booth said.

"Not so much." Bones said. "I mean, it is, in Latin American, and Mexican cultures, where the 15th birthday. Or Quinceniera, symbolizes a girl's venture into womanhood. But, in American culture, it's not as important as say, a Sweet Sixteen?"

"Well, it doesn't matter," Booth said, "cause I'm throwing you a birthday party."

"But, why, Booth?" Bones asked, still not understanding him.

"Because, Bones," Booth said, "I love you and I want your birthday to be memorable, whether it be you 15th birthday, or your 50th, I don't care. I just want it to be memorable."

Bones smiled, completely blocking out all other noise after he said 'I love you' for the second time that night.

"I love you, too, Booth." she whispered. "And I'd love for you to throw me a birthday party...as long as I can help."

"Nu uh uh, Bones," Booth said, "the point of me throwing you a birthday party is that I do it alone...with the occasional help of Angela and your mom, but, otherwise, completely alone. Got it?"

Bones sighed. "Alright, alright, Booth." she said, chuckling, "I trust you, completely."

Booth smiled at those words. They meant the world to him.

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