"Okay, man. You're done. Come on, let's get you back upstairs before Bren notices you spent all her money."

"I can't. I gotta win it back. Just…give me a few more shots. I'll get her money back and then some. And it's our money."

Hodgins stood behind Booth at the Craps table and looked to the dealer for help. The man gave Hodgins a sympathetic look and went back to the game.

"I'm not kidding, Booth. Brennan's gonna be pissed when she finds out what you're doing. Look, I gotta get to bed. My wedding's tomorrow. And that means my best man should probably get to bed too."

"Jack, seriously, just let me stay for ten more minutes. I can get all the money back."

Jack snapped the rubber band on his wrist a few times while he paced and decided on his next plan of action.

"I'm not joking around, Booth. If you don't walk away now…I'll call Bren," he threatened.

Booth shot him a glare and practically dared him to do it. He turned back to the table and placed his bet. He watched Hodgins disappear in the crowd, glad the guy was finally leaving him alone.

Hodgins reached the front desk and asked the woman behind it to use the phone to call upstairs. He dialed his own room number and Angela snapped it up quickly.

"Where are you, handsome? I woke up for a late night snack and all I found was your note," Angela's voice came through the phone. The purr in her voice made Hodgins instantly regret his decision to pull Booth from his room earlier.

"I need you to do something, Angie."

She heard the desperation in his voice. "What is it, Jack? Is everything alright?"

"I need you to go wake up Bren. I need her to come down here and she'll probably take this news better from you. Booth spent all of their money at the tables. He's practically out. I'm afraid he's going to start tapping into their bank accounts soon. I can't get him to come back upstairs."

"Okay, I'll get Bren. Where are you guys?"

Jack let her know where to have Brennan meet him and hung up. He paced in front of the elevators while he waited for Bren to appear. When she finally did, Hodgins had never seen a woman so pissed off before. With very few words exchanged, he led her to the table where Booth was in the process of gambling away the last of his chips.

"Dude, someone wants to talk to you and it isn't the gaming commissioner. In fact, I think you're going to wish it was the gaming commissioner," a fellow gambler told Booth when Brennan stood behind him.

He turned around and saw his friend and his wife standing behind him.

"Where's Drew?"

"Asleep," she barked, "Angela's sitting with him. What's going on?"

"Craps, baby. Come on, I'll teach you how to play."

"No. You do not get to call me baby right now. This is the last…round or whatever of this game and then you're done. And then we're going upstairs to go back to bed and we can talk about it in the morning because I'm still hungover right now and I'm too mad to talk to you. So let's go."

Seeley Booth was not a man with many fears, but seeing his wife angry topped his list.

"You better go, buddy," the guy next to him said, "Plus, if you fix whatever pickle you're in, you'll probably get some hot makeup sex out of it."

Booth ignored the man and took the last couple of chips he had managed to hang onto. The elevator ride between the three of them back up to their rooms was a quiet one. They went to Booth and Brennan's suite, where Hodgins woke a sleeping Angela and took her back to their own suite. Booth climbed into bed and waited for Bren to get out of the bathroom so he could talk to her.

She opened the bathroom door, slipped on a pair of socks and walked out of their room.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm going to check on Drew. Go to sleep. I'm staying in Drew's room tonight."

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"Don't. Just…go to bed. We'll talk about this later." Her voice was gentler, he realized, though he knew it could only be because she was exhausted and their son was asleep. He felt the itch to go back downstairs and win all the money back, but it was almost six in the morning, and Drew would be up soon. He didn't sleep though. Booth knew she was punishing him by not sleeping in their room and that wouldn't be the last of it. He knew she would put on a happy face for Jack and Angela's big day, but the second they were alone, she'd go right back to being pissed. He had known her for years now and he always knew her next move.

"You may now kiss the bride," the minister said. Drew clapped and Booth and Brennan cheered for their friends as they made their way out of the Little White Chapel in Vegas. Angela had begged to go through the drive-thru for the thrill and novelty of it but Jack wanted some semblance of a wedding so it was agreed upon that they all go in the chapel. The wedding party soon made their way to one of the swankier restaurants in town for dinner before the newlyweds snuck off for the night. The tension between Booth and Brennan was palpable but they each tried to not let it affect the night. They all made plans to meet up for brunch the next morning before heading back to D.C.

Angela and Jack took off down the Strip, leaving Booth, Bren and Drew standing outside the restaurant. She held Drew on her hip and kept him close out of fear of losing him in the crowd.

"So is there anything you want to see before we leave?" he asked her.

"No, apart from wasting all of our money, is there anything you want to do?" Even Brennan winced at her harshness and she immediately wished she could take it back.

"Bren, I…I don't know what got into me last night. I'm sorry. It shouldn't have gotten that bad."

"Did you really flush our accounts?"

"Huh? Oh, you mean drain our accounts?" He knew better than to correct her at a time like this so he continued like he hadn't said a thing, "No, is that what Angela told you? I only had the cash from my wallet and yours. I hadn't made it over to the ATM yet. Although, if Jack hadn't called you, I was headed there."

"So we can still make the house and car payment?"

He nodded and wrapped his arms around her and Drew.

"I'm sorry, babe."

"I know."

He placed a kiss on the top of her head and she leaned into his touch. They looked extremely out of place in their dress clothes from the wedding and as they walked farther down the Strip, they weren't the most oddly dressed. There were magicians and street performers everywhere and Drew was instantly drawn to them. By late evening, he was asleep in Brennan's arms and they went back to their suite. Across the hall, the 'Do Not Disturb' sign was already hanging on the door knob of Jack and Angela's suite. Booth nudged Bren and nodded his head toward their friends' door. Brennan laughed softly and smiled at him.

"Leave them alone," she warned. "No pranks or anything."

They walked in and put Drew to bed together. The two went back into their own room to get ready for bed. As she was brushing her teeth, he asked, "Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?"

She rinsed her mouth and gave him a wary look. "Don't you think it's a little late for a honeymoon?"

"Never! We should go somewhere."

"What about a real ceremony?"

He shook his head. "I'd rather have a honeymoon," he said as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. She laughed and shook her head.

"Okay, so where would we go?"

"Chicago."

"Not happening."

"Why not?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "We left Chicago for a reason. I don't want to go back to Illinois. Too many bad memories there."

"But a lot of good ones too," he countered.

"I suppose you're right, but you want to go back to Chicago, what, to relive your glory days?"

"No, I want to show Drew the stadium I played at and where we met and where I proposed to you!"

"I thought the point of a honeymoon was no children?" she asked.

"Well…you have a point. It would be fun to hole up in a hotel room for a few days."

"Like we did last time? The last time we did that we had a son."

"Would another kid be so bad?"

"Of course not! But don't you want to wait until Drew is a bit older?"

"Not really. Do you?" he pried.

"Not really."

"Well we can start now," he whispered as he pulled her to bed.