Disclaimer: Still don't own them. Just for fun.

A/N: This chapter is for A. If not for her, I would've pulled the plug on this story…She's convinced me there's some life left…Also: Some tweakage of events from Glowing Bones and Stargazer…

Hodgins and Angela were already seated near the firefly tree in the center of the room when Brennan and Booth walked into the restaurant hand-in-hand. They were so absorbed in each other they didn't even realize they weren't alone until Booth jokingly said, "You two need to get a room otherwise I'm going to lose my appetite." He held Brennan's chair for her before sitting down himself.

Jack stood up at Booth's words and turned to Angela. "I told you they wouldn't mind if we bailed. Let's go." He held his hand out to her, eyes twinkling.

Pretending to be annoyed with his antics, she pointed to his chair and said, "Sit." With a playful pout he did, taking her hand in his as he sat. It was as though he couldn't bear to not be connected to her in some way.

Brennan watched the exchange with amusement. She hoped their lighthearted mood meant that Angela had been wrong about last night---maybe Hodgins hadn't proposed. She shot Booth a look, wordlessly asking what his take on the situation was. With a slight shrug, he indicated they should wait and see.

Angela observed the silent exchange and couldn't help smiling. The romantic in her had believed that the two of them would eventually realize how perfect they were for each other, but sometimes she'd worried that their collective stubbornness would prevent them from seeing it. Apparently, love trumps pigheadedness. With a knowing look, she insincerely said, "I hope I didn't interrupt anything this morning."

Rolling his eyes at her feigned disinterest, Booth muttered, "Wouldn't you like to know…"

"Yes." With a teasing leer, Hodgins interjected before Angela could answer.

"Hodgins…" Brennan started to chide him, but decided it would only encourage him, so she redirected her attention towards Angela. "I'm glad you chose Firefly. I can't remember the last time we were here."

"Definitely pre-Booth. Now you're more of a greasy spoon kinda girl…must be the company you're keeping these days." She winked at Booth.

"So did you invite us here just to mock my taste in restaurants?"

"Yes," she immediately replied. "To be followed by an in depth discussion about your fashion choices." She shot a pointed look at his blue t-shirt with a goldfish inside the outline of an armored tank.

Booth immediately glanced down at his shirt. Looking back up, he found them all watching him. Shrugging with sheepish look, he asked, "What?"

Before anyone could answer, their waiter interrupted, "Dude, nice shirt." Smothered laughter greeted his comment. He looked around the table for an explanation, but none was forthcoming. Unconcerned, he ran a hand through his shaggy blond hair and asked, "Uh, like what can I get you? We've got some specials, like this totally wicked spinach mushroom omelet." His delivery matched his surfer boy looks. Pen poised to take their order, he waited.

Angela shot Hodgins a look as though asking if this guy was for real. Tossing a wink her way, he answered, "Dude, I am totally feeling the green eggs and ham and my little beach bunny here will have pop pop's French toast and, like, could you bring some coffee over pronto?"

Seemingly oblivious, the waiter said, "Absolutely." He turned to Brennan to take her order, but seemed to get distracted by her physical assets.

"Eyes up, Keanu." The waiter's eyes quickly shifted up from Brennan's chest to Booth, who was glaring at him. "I'll have the steak and eggs. Bones, what do you want?"

Shaking her head in amusement at Booth's obvious annoyance, she answered, "I'll have the egg BLT."

Menacingly, he told the waiter, "She'll have the egg BLT." Without a word, the waiter scurried away from the table.

"Impressive, Booth. You terrified the guy with only five words---two of which were egg BLT." Angela followed her pronouncement with a golf clap.

Ignoring Angela, he turned to Brennan and said, "I should have ignored my phone, too."

"And miss this like totally awesome brunch?" Hodgins continued to channel their Keanuesque waiter. "Surely you jest?"

"Hmm…Brennan for breakfast or just breakfast? I don't know, Hodgins, he might be on to something…" Angela wagged her eyebrows at the pair suggestively.

Stealing a kiss, he said, "I'd rather have you."

"Let's hope you feel like that in sixty years." Angela's quiet response contrasted starkly to her earlier banter.

"Sixty years, Ange?" Brennan gently prodded, although she had a feeling she knew what was coming.

"Well, that's the diamond anniversary, and they are a girl's best friend." Though her words were light, it was obvious she was worried about how her announcement would go over.

Brennan immediately leaned across the table and pulled Angela into a spontaneous hug, as Booth slapped Hodgins on the shoulder. "Congrats, man. I told you over-the-top romantic was the way to go."

"Actually, she said no when I asked her again."

"What?" His confusion was evident.

"She said no…"

Booth interrupted. "I heard you, but aren't you two engaged?"

Bringing Angela's hand to his lips, he placed a soft kiss on it before answering. "Yeah, we are."

Alternately looking at each of them, Brennan was now as confused as Booth. "I don't understand."

"It's simple really. I proposed." Confidently, she pulled her left hand from Hodgins's and showed the dumbstruck couple her engagement ring.

Brennan was the first to regain her composure. The disbelief evident in her voice, she asked, "You proposed?"

Angela met Brennan's eyes with a steady gaze. Now that she had made her decision and shared it, her lingering doubts seemed to dissipate. "I did." Seeing the certainty in her friend's eyes, Brennan nodded her understanding.

Booth was still confused. "But you said no to Hodgins…Is this a women's lib thing?"

Before Angela could answer, Hodgins did for her. "No. It's most definitely an Angela thing." The smitten look he wore tempered his words.

Booth continued to look skeptical, so Angela clarified. "Hodgins asked again and it was perfect--- everything a girl could ask for, but it wasn't me."

"But there's a ring on your finger…" Booth looked pointedly at her hand.

"You don't miss a trick, do you, G-Man?" Angela teased.

"Ange…"

"Fine. On the way home, Hodgins said the only thing I needed to hear." All three of them looked expectantly at her, including Jack since still wasn't quite sure what he had said to change her mind---not that he was going to question his good fortune. "He said it didn't matter if we got married." Turning to face Hodgins, she continued. "You said I was enough---that I was all you needed." She leaned in a placed a soft kiss on his lips. Then turned back to Booth and Brennan. "I realized that it wasn't marriage I was afraid of. I was just scared of not being enough. Once we'd cleared that up, I took matters into my own hands and here we are."

Before any further discussion could occur, their waiter reappeared with a carafe of coffee and four mugs, which he haphazardly set on the table before beating a hasty retreat. His silence was underscored by the amused looks on everyone's faces but Booth's. Ignoring them he poured the coffee while Angela continued her story. "That actually brings me to why we're here."

"You mean there's more?" With mock exasperation he exclaimed, "I thought we were here for food."

Ignoring Booth, Brennan asked, "So you were saying?"

Taking a deep breath before speaking, Angela nervously began, "Look, I know how you feel about marriage, but I was wondering if you would be my maid of honor. You're my best friend. It would…"

Before she could finish her pitch, Brennan once again launched herself across the table and grabbed Angela in a hug. "Yes. I would love to. Thank you for asking me." They embraced a moment longer before settling back in their seats.

Grinning hopefully, Booth asked, "Does that mean we can eat now?"