When Hannah woke up, she kept her eyes closed and slowly reached to the other side of the bed, and felt nothing but cold sheets. She sighed heavily and turned her head. She slowly opened her eyes and noticed that the door was still the way she left it, and there was no indent on the pillow. She sat up and stretched, then made her way out the door toward the kitchen to make coffee. Hannah walked past Parker's room and headed straight for the couch. As much as she wanted to be angry that he never came to bed, she placed a blanket over Booth's sleeping form, kissed her fingers and placed them on his forehead. She resumed her task at making coffee and then returned to the bedroom to take a shower. The second she was ready, she poured coffee into her travel mug and headed out the door.

During the drive to work, she thought over all of the things that happened the night before. She tried to lay out all of the things she knew before either of them came back from Afghanistan, and she had trouble remembering if he ever mentioned his son. She shook her head at the thought. There was a no way a man like Seeley Booth hadn't mentioned Parker. She distinctly remembered him talking about Temperance, though she lost count at the amount of times. She knew he had to have mentioned Parker, and she chastised herself for not paying attention when he talked about him. She never thought they would get this far, thinking they were a fling and nothing more would come from it, and that was how she was able to walk into work with a smile on her face.

Every time she sat at her computer and started to compose the story she was working on, she kept finding herself glancing at her phone more than her computer screen. She knew Booth would be awake soon, and she knew he would know she was already gone, so it was only a matter of time until he would call her to apologize. If Seeley Booth was anything, he was an understanding and forgiving man. It may take him some time to cool off, but eventually he would come around. She knew she was partially at fault, but she rationalized that he knew even before he came back from Afghanistan that she wasn't a person to have kids. She swore she wasn't marriage material, either, but there was no way she could resist having him take care of her. One thing that made her wonder and worry was 'Bones', but since they were back in the states, he talked about her less and less, and they very rarely talked. At least compared to what he said they were like, and until recently.

She couldn't help but relive his words before he proposed. The look in his eyes when he described his relationship with Temperance was something she had never seen when he spoke to her or of her. She felt a pang of jealousy watching his eyes light up when he spoke of her and the underlying explanation of his relationship with Bones. She did her best to lighten her heart and tell him that she understood, because in truth, she did. It wasn't as if he ever kept her a secret, but she had thought after those several months she would have helped him rid Temperance from his memories and make him look at her in the way he saw Bones.

Hannah stood from her desk and went to refill her coffee. She needed to shake everything out and get a fresh perspective to be able to accomplish the work that needed to be done. She spent far too long that morning worrying about Temperance, Parker, and Booth. Work had to take priority. When she went back to her office the first thing she went for was her phone, but she stopped herself short at glancing at the screen to see if Booth had called. She tossed it in the second drawer of her desk and closed it tight. She then thought better of work and decided to browse some wedding sites that Booth had gotten from Angela that had been personalized for them. If she were completely honest with herself, she would've declined the help knowing how Angela felt about Booth and Bones. When she spoke to Angela, she could hear the disappointment in her voice and knew that she was not completely into it, but was only doing it as a favor. Still, if only half of her heart was into it, she couldn't imagine what Angela would come up with if she was all in. Everything that she found was elegant but not too pricey, beautiful but understated. In all honesty Hannah wasn't really into a big wedding, but she knew how traditional Booth was, so she decided that whatever he wanted, he would get.

Her phone buzzed in her desk drawer and it took all she had not to pounce on the first ring. She opened her drawer and watched the phone vibrate through to its third ring and then picked it up. She settled in her chair and leaned back, propping her feet on her desk. She was about to say something when she heard Booth in mid conversation. At first she assumed he was at work and wasn't aware that she had picked up the phone yet until she listened a little bit closer:

"I don't like the idea of quitting something like this. I can't really quit at the first sign of resistance, but I guess I didn't expect resistance so I don't know what to do. I do know one thing for sure, though. This wedding will not happen if all my ducks aren't in a row. What kind of a father would I be if I let that happen?"

"You're a wonderful father, Booth. Parker knows that. You and he need to talk about how he feels about this wedding and Hannah and how life is going to change. You and Hannah need to do the same. If you aren't completely honest with each other, then someone is going to be unhappy with the situation eventually."

"Bones, you are something else, ya know that? What say you and I start having some fun while squint junior over there plays with his bugs?"

She listened a little longer for any clue as to what they were doing. She heard some rustling, but couldn't make out what it was. She heard some glass clink together and she heard Temperance's voice from a distance, but couldn't make out what was said. She finally hung up. She didn't want to hear anymore because her imagination was already going a mile a minute. She sat up in her chair and planted her feet to the floor. Placing the phone on her desk, she stood up slowly and grabbed her coffee cup. As if in a trance, she walked to the coffee maker and filled her cup. She watched people moving all around her talking, but couldn't hear what they were saying. She wasn't even sure if they were talking to her. She headed back into her office and sat down.

Taking a few deep breaths, Hannah tried to hear the conversation for what it was. She wanted to believe that Temperance wouldn't go behind her back, so tried to remember the tone in her voice. The more she thought about it, the more Temperance sounded genuine in her concern. She wasn't trying to put Booth against her; she was trying to make sure he was making the right decision for himself and his son. Then she replayed his third sentence. The more she thought about the wedding not happening, the more she started to panic. She had to start paying better attention to Parker, otherwise she was going to lose Booth, and that was something she wasn't willing to let happen. She didn't want to think what 'fun' they were having, so she thought instead how to win the boy's affection. She saw how attached he was to the dinosaur he carried around everywhere, so she figured that might be a step in the right direction.

She stared once again at her computer screen and realized that work was just not going to happen, so she put the things she needed on her thumb drive and shut down her computer. She figured she would have better luck writing her story at home. At least there she would see Booth, and know that he was no longer with Temperance. With that thought, she let a smile finally grace her lips and began to pack up her things. She turned off her desk lamp, grabbed her cell phone and threw it in her bag, which she then placed over her shoulder. She walked toward the door and shut her light off and left the office without a word to anyone. Though she kept the smile on her face, she didn't trust herself to speak; for fear that her voice was not entirely strong enough. When she reached her car, she let out a breath that she was unaware she was holding. She stood at her car and let the slight wind blow through her hair, hoping it would take away her anxiety over the phone call she never wished she received.

She made her way through the streets of D.C., stopping only to buy a toy for Parker. She kept her windows down to continue to feel the breeze. She arrived home and sat in her car for a while, seeing that Booth was home. She was sure he had no idea that his phone had called her, and she wasn't sure the way to bring it up. She knew Parker was with him, and she didn't want to cause a fight while he was around. She had to start making things easier for Parker; otherwise she would lose Booth forever. She watched movement in the apartment from the window in the kitchen and noticed the time. She knew Booth was probably making dinner, but she had no idea what Parker would be doing. She grabbed her bag and Parker's toy and headed for the front door. She took a deep breath before opening the door. All the while she was unaware of the watching eyes from behind the curtain a few windows over.