A/N: Hi, Readers! Here is the second chapter of that mini-chapter fic.
Cagamosis – an unhappy marriage
They arrived at the church and made their way to a pew near the middle on the groom's side of the aisle. Surrounding them were other FBI agents and their dates. Booth nodded to several people he knew and slid his arm around Brennan's shoulders, ever conscious of the single women eyeing him. "Anything you want, Bones. You help me get through this in one piece, and I'll give you anything you want," he whispered.
Brennan smiled. When they had walked into the church, Brennan had noticed several women giving Booth appraising looks and slow appreciative smiles. Booth had noticed it too, because he took her hand and threaded their fingers together. He had continued to hold her hand until they were seated, then his hand had abandoned hers to lounge around her shoulders.
The partners sat through the ceremony, both of them deeply affected. Booth by the level of commitment shown by the bride and groom, the desire to share their lives with each other, and his own desire to do this same with the woman next to him. Brennan by the unexpected feeling of comfort and longing at the beauty of what they were witnessing. The familiar feeling that being beside Booth was where she belonged, stronger now as she watched the couple at the front of the church pledge their lives to each other in what she believed was an antiquated ritual. But if she still believed that, why did she feel so strongly about giving herself to the man next to her.
When the ceremony was over, Brennan noticed some of the women wiping their eyes with tissues. She had attended weddings before, and had seen the same thing happen. She shook her head, dismissing the women as being overly emotional. "What?", Booth asked her as they exited the church.
"Nothing, really," she told him. "It's just that most of the women here are crying. I don't understand what makes them so emotional about weddings."
Booth smiled as he looked down at her face. Her beautiful blue eyes, normally so clear and noticeably absent of tears were shimmering with the evidence of tears not yet shed. And her face showed the glistening tracks where her tears had streamed down her face. She was crying and not even aware that she was doing it. Maybe his Bones wasn't as unaffected by the normal emotions evoked at a wedding as she would like everyone to believe. He took the handkerchief from the breast pocket of his jacket and gently wiped the stains from her face. "You sure about that, Bones?", he asked. "It seems like you have a pretty good idea why they are crying." He held out the handkerchief to her.
She couldn't believe she had been crying along with all the other women. Was something wrong with her? She couldn't let Booth think she was unduly affected by something she didn't believe in. She accepted the hanky from him, blotted at her eyes, and looked at him seriously. "I'm merely worried for their future, Booth. They are obviously not thinking of the possibility that their happy union could become cagamosis." She told him in the hopes that he would accept this explanation for her silent emotional outburst.
He just shook his head, not buying her excuse for a second. But he decided now was not the time to pick a fight with her. He needed her to field the unwanted advances of husband hunting women. "Whatever you say, Bones. Now let's go. I'd hate to keep all of those emotional women waiting."