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Chapter Thirty-Five: Last Day in Spain

After a nice meal, during which Booth was careful to keep away from spices of any kind, some Spanish televison-watching -which Brennan translated for Booth-, and a particularly long late-night conversation with their daughter -only early evening for her- Booth and Brennan found that they were more than fit for a restful night's sleep and were soon snoring away, snuggled under their sheets.

And they did sleep, very peacefully and for a very long time. It was, in fact, nearly noon in Barcelona when Brennan awoke first and made her routine trip to the bathroom to empty out last night's lunch, the spices that she'd enjoyed so much the night before now burning her throat and causing her to run straight into the kitchen for an ice-cold glass of water.

Brennan sighed. "So much better..." she mumbled and was startled by a loud crash coming from the bathroom. She rolled her eyes as Booth came bustling out, crossed the hall and nearly fell into the bathroom, all while repeating the mantra, "Gotta get to Bones. Gotta help wife."

There was a moment of silence and Brennan counted down from three before Booth poked his head out of the bathroom. "Bones?" he said, looking quizzically at her. "You okay?" he asked.

Brennan nodded. "I'm fine, Booth." She said, taking another sip of water. "I'm actually more concerned about you."

"Huh?" Booth asked, confused.

"Check the mirror." Brennan advised and Booth disappeared for a moment into the bathroom, then she heard an audible gasp as he must have noticed the tiny gash just above his left brow.

It wasn't too bad, but he'd have to get some peroxide and a band aid on it soon to avoid risking infection.

Brennan put down her glass and walked towards the bathroom, leaning against the door as she watched her husband search frantically for the First Aid Kit. She watched him for several seconds before calmly reaching into a cabinet above the toilet and pulling it out. Booth watched her, dumbly, and blushing deeply.

Brennan just grinned and pulled out a bottle of peroxide, a cotton ball and an antiseptic wipe. She had him sit down on the toilet as she dabbed at his forehead, watching him wince with amusement in her eyes,

He was such a child sometimes.

"Relax, Booth." she soothed. "It can't hurt that much."

Booth gave her a pained look. "Oh, trust me, it can hurt that much."

Brennan chuckled and threw the bloodied wipe in the garbage after switching it for the cotton swab, applying pressure on the wound, and taping the band aid tightly over it.

"It's too tight." Booth whined.

Brennan scowled at him. "You sound like Parker. Actually, worse; you sound like Mila."

Booth glared. "I do NOT sound like an eleven month old girl!" He argued.

Brennan smirked. "I beg to differ." she said, before carefully removing the cotton ball so that the band aid seemed much looser and Booth's wrinkled forehead relaxed. "Better?" she asked.

"Not yet." Booth said, grinning. "Now, you gotta kiss it, Mama Bones."

Brennan chuckled. "I don't see how that will help the pain or the fight against infection."

Booth shrugged. "It just will. Now, kiss." Booth said, pointing to his forehead and closing his eyes.

Brennan sighed, trying not to smile and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, right above his 'boo-boo' as he'd put it before.

Booth smiled. "I feel much better. Thanks, Babe." He leaned up to kiss her lips but Brennan moved back.

"Booth, I just vomited and I haven't yet brushed my teeth. And I'm quite sure you don't want to taste last night's dinner mixed with bile." She said, as excuse for dodging his lips.

Booth groaned. "Gee, Bones, you really know how to kill the mood. Alright, go ahead and brush your teeth. I'm gonna go make some coffee and a couple of omelets."

"Oh, can I have tea, please, and just cheese in mine?" Brennan requested.

Booth grinned. "As you wish." he said, exiting the bathroom and leaving her to her morning routine.

Brennan smiled after him, and grabbed one of the toothbrushes on the sink and a tube of tooth paste and began to brush the horrible taste from her mouth that was still causing her mouth to burn.

Okay, so there's going to be a second part to this chapter since right now it's pretty late and I'm tired and I just want to sleep. So, REVIEW and I'll post more tomorrow...if I can.

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