A/N: Okay, who else cried? I did. That scene was all I imagined. I'm trying not to be spoiler-y for people who might not have seen it yet so I'm going to stop my comments there. Anyway, I've figured out how I'm going to end this fic but it's going to take quite a few more chapters. I already have the sequel to this mostly planned out and the first chapter already written. It's going to be more case driven but all of our favorite characters (the ones that belong to the show and the ones that I've created) will definitely be along for the ride.
But for now, I've cranked out three chapters tonight, because I'm so excited about the fact that I've finally figured out how to end this fic on a fluffy note :) I'm going to do my best not to rush through things and I have a lot more than this planned out. So while these chapters are short, I hope they make up for my on again and off again presence on FF.
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"Sweetie, are you really calling me from the beach? Shouldn't you and Booth be having some sort of wild and crazy beach sex and then napping before the ball drops tonight?"
"Angela, I just want to make sure Drew's okay. How is he?"
"He's peachy, Bren. Really, Drew's havin' a good time, Jack and I are having a good time and everything's fine."
"You're sure?"
"Positive. Don't worry."
"No incidents? No accidents? No…anything?"
"Well, he had a meltdown this morning. I forgot to pick up bananas at the store so Jack tried putting little pear bits in it, and he flipped out. I went and got bananas so we're fine now. But that's the only issue we've had. He's fine. He ate his breakfast the moment I made his cereal with bananas."
"You're sure?" Bren asked again. Booth rolled over in the sand and reached for her phone. She moved out of his reach and waited for her response.
"I'm going to hang up now. And you're going to put down the phone and, now listen to me, listen real close. I want you to jump that fine husband of yours. I've got things handled on this end. Zach's got things under control at the lab and Drew is just fine with us. Have sex on the beach while drinking a sex on the beach!"
"Angela, I don't know what that means," she told her friend while swatting Booth's hand away.
"Goodbye, Bren," Angela said forcefully. Brennan sighed as she heard the disconnecting click on the other end and tossed her phone in the beach bag.
"He's alright, babe. I miss him too, you know," Booth said, pulling himself closer to her on his beach towel.
"Yeah, I know." Brennan let out another sigh.
"Do you wanna know what I'm thinking?"
She chuckled. "Am I going to like it?"
"You liked it last night. And this morning. And a half an hour ago. And-"
"Okay!" she cried, laughed, "I get it. Angela suggested napping before tonight so we can watch the Times Square ball drop."
Booth nodded. "Angela's right. You should listen to her more often."
"I married you, didn't I? I listen to her more than you know."
Booth laughed and kissed her. "Come on. Let's go to bed and then later, we can nap."
"Babe, wake up."
"Don't wanna," she mumbled into the pillow.
"Baby, we're gonna miss the ball drop."
"Don't care," she muttered as he shook her gently.
"Fine. I guess I'll just have to go find some hula girl to kiss at midnight," Booth teased, slowly walking toward the hotel room door.
"Hey!" Brennan sat straight up in bed. Giving her a sly smile, Booth dove back into bed and pulled her on top of him. She let out an Angela-worthy squeal and kissed him back.
"We can't ring in the New Year like this," Bren said into this kiss.
"And why not?" Booth asked. He reached over to the nightstand and picked up the remote. His eyes locked with hers and he turned on the TV. Suddenly, thousands of voices filled the room.
They resumed their kiss.
"Ten…Nine…Eight…"
"I love you," Bren whispered.
"Seven…Six…Five...Four…"
"I love you," he responded.
"Three…Two…One…"
"Happy New Year, Booth."
"Happy New Year, Bren."
