Dear Bones,
So I think I am really liking this uncle thing. Padme and Jared make good looking babies, don't they? Salaam is a beautiful boy and a lot like his dad when he was little. Very easy going and fun to be around.
I don't talk a lot about how things were at home when I was young before it all went to hell, but that's mostly because I don't remember much. I remember Jared being angry because he wanted to sleep with me and hated having his own bed, but there are really only fleeting glances at those memories floating around my head…nothing tangible. My mom's pancakes, getting pizza delivered as a celebration because she had sold a jingle, the smell of clean laundry fresh off the line…little snippets I try to string together to bridge my childhood from that perfect time to bypass the bad completely. Sometimes it even works.
I bring all this up because Jar and I went to the cemetery with Lizzie and Salaam to visit Pops. It kills me that he wasn't around for the babies, but he did get to meet Parker, and I know that gave him a lot of joy. And I know he would be thrilled about the new baby, almost as happy as I am. I never imagined we'd have one, let alone two…and when you said you wanted at least one more? Well, I've never really been able to deny you anything, Bones. And more babies? You can have all you want, babe. I am all in.
Only betting on us and our family never feels like a gamble. Because I know that you, love of my life, are a sure thing.
Yours always,
Booth