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Author's Note: I want to thank my beta, and those people who wrote me a review. Now, I just want to let you know that I am not exactly sure how a wedding goes in a hotel way, so this whole process can be totally unrealistic. If you know the real thing, let me know about it. I am working on Chapter 5,hopefully it's coming up soon. I hope all of you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 4

The woman gave Booth a hug and a kiss on the cheek, giving Booth's face a warm flush.

"Aww…Seeley, You look thinner the last time I saw you. You need to find something else to do besides working around the clock. You need rest too." She turned her gaze to Brennan, "This is…?"

"Mom, this is my partner at work, Dr. Temperance Brennan. Bones, this is my mom, Jennifer Booth."

"Please, call me Jen. Do you mind if I call you Tempe?" Jen asked and held out her hand.

"Not at all." Brennan replied and took the proffered hand. Jen smiled at her.

Jen had the same chocolate brown eyes as Booth. Despite her gray hair, she still looked young and energetic. Booth must have inherited most of the facial features from his mom, Brennan thought.

"Seeley, where's Tessa? I haven't seen her for a while now." Jen changed the topic.

"Oh, we broke up a while ago." Booth replied shortly. Brennan was surprised at this new information. True, she hadn't heard anything about Tessa since that trip to Jamaica that Booth was supposed to take with Tessa… but then Tessa backed out at the last minute.

"Why? She seemed to be such a nice woman. She had a regular job. She's a lawyer. What else do you want?" Jen tried to force the answer out of her son.

"Mom." Booth said in a warning tone. He did not plan on discussing his love life with his own mother, least of all in front of Brennan. Did Tessa pay his mother so she could get back together with him? Booth laughed at this stupid idea in his mind.

"That's my Seeley, always embarrassed when we talk about personal things." Jen laughed, and Booth's face grew a bit redder than before. "How's work, dear? Tell me it's not hard. Did you get hurt or something like that? I would never forgive myself if you did." Booth's mother said grimly.

"Mom, I am fine." Booth lied, trying to reassure his mother. He hadn't told her anything about getting blown up in Brennan's house a few months ago. Brennan took a quick glance at Booth.

"He doesn't work himself too hard, does he?" Jen turned to Brennan to seek the truth.

"No, he works just fine. He isn't the one that stays in the lab working 24 hours a day." Brennan answered. Comparing her with Booth, she's more of a workaholic than Booth. She remembered how Booth always made fun of her being in the lab all the time.

"Tempe, you can't work that hard either. It's not good for your health. Both of you need to learn to relax." Jen started again.

"Mom." Booth stopped his mother before she started to give a lecture. Jen was a college professor; she was perfectly capable of giving a lecture. "I am fine. Bones is fine. We do have vacations. In fact I just had one about few months ago. And Bones did too, though it was rather err… it was not the type of vacation she would want to have ever again."

Brennan didn't say anything. She knew exactly what Booth was talking about. It was her trip to New Orleans, the one where she got charged with murder for a while. If it wasn't for Booth…

"I am glad to hear that both of you know the word 'vacation'." His mother said, although not sounding entirely convinced. "I guess I am just overprotective then."

Brennan smiled to herself; she now knew where Booth's overprotective nature came from.

"I will leave you two lovebirds alone now." And his mother walked away.

Brennan opened her mouth, wanting to correct Booth's mother. But Booth held his hand up, "Forget about it, Bones."

Brennan shut her mouth.

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Both of them were watching the people in the rehearsal, and Brennan started to think, would she have so many people to come to her own wedding? Weddings were one of the things that females dreamed a lot about. Brennan dreamt that all her co-workers would probably come: Angela, Hodgins, Zack, and maybe Dr. Goodman. Booth might also be there.

Brennan chuckled to herself, like she would have the time to get married. Her work kept her far too busy; it didn't allow her anytime to have a relationship with anyone. She could work in the lab for the whole weekend if she wanted to; no man would want a relationship like that with her. She sighed silently to herself.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Booth asked, interrupted Brennan.

"Just thinking." Brennan gave him a weak smile.

"So, how do you like my mom?" Booth asked, trying to engage Brennan in a conversation.

"She's nice. Overprotective, just like you."

"I am not overprotective." Booth argued back.

"Yes you are. You obviously didn't want your mother to worry about you, that's why you didn't tell her that you got blown up in my apartment." Brennan pulled the fact out to support her statement.

"Well, she doesn't need to know about that. Just don't tell her about me getting hurt. She would go all…"

"See? My point has just been proven."

"Fine, Bones. You win this time." Booth said, defeated.

"It's nice to have somebody being protective of you. It's part of their nature. This was shown throughout the world, how the adults take care of their young; you can find it in humans, animals, and even dinosaurs too. It's nice to have family members being…" Brennan trailed off; a picture of her parents was now fixed in her mind.

Booth seemed to know what exactly was happening inside Brennan's head, for he said, "Bones, you've got Russ too." He reminded her.

"Yes, that's true." She said weakly. Booth took Brennan's hand, and gave her a supportive touch.

"And you've got me." Booth said softly.

Brennan gave him a weak smile.

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