(In the future)
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"Oh my God Mom." Christine stood up and carried her tablet over to the kitchen island where Brennan was folding clothes. "I found it. It's just like Page's. I knew if I looked long enough I'd find it."
Her daughter's excitement intrigued Brennan, so she took the tablet from her daughter and looked at the display. "A ring?"
"Mom no, not a ring." Christine knew that her mother didn't keep up with current social trends so she was prepared to explain. "It's a belly ring. Don't you remember I told you two weeks ago about Page's belly ring? I want one just like it and I finally found one."
Alarmed, Brennan shook her head. "Belly ring? You want to pierce your umbilicus? Why?"
"Mom come on, all my friends have one. I'm the only one that doesn't have one." Christine was determined to make her mother see what a pariah she was becoming amongst her friends. "They're starting to think there's something wrong with me. I told them I wanted one like Page, but everyone seems to think I'm chicken. Now I can buy the one I really want and have it put in soon."
Booth had just entered the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge and was appalled to hear Christine's plans. "Whoa, back the hell up. You're a minor and you do not have my permission to put a hole in your navel or anywhere else in your body. No way."
"For goodness sake Dad, I have earrings in my ears what's the difference?" Christine felt it was a burden to have such an old fashioned father sometimes. "It's a tasteful belly ring. It's not gawky or anything."
Not impressed, Booth shook his head. "No, you're not getting one and that's final. You're seventeen and legally a minor. If you want to mutilate your body then you'll have to wait until your eighteen to do it."
"Mom!' Christine knew that if she got her mother on her side, her father would cave in. "Mom, it's just a belly ring for goodness sake. You let me have my ears pierced when I was fourteen. This isn't any different than that."
Brennan thought about it and shrugged her shoulders. "Booth remember that case we had the first year we worked together? The mummy in the wall?"
Not sure where she was going with the conversation, Booth decided to follow along and see where she took him. "Yeah, how could I forget? It's not every day you see a mummy in the wall of a night club."
Confused at the turn in the conversation, Christine sat down on one of the stools next to the island and waited. Interrupting her mother when she started telling a story never ended well for her anyway. It just made the story longer and more torturous.
"Yes, well remember the piece of flesh we found in the wall near the mummy." Brennan had a point and she was coming to it fast. "The piece of flesh with the belly ring in it. The ring had a diamond embedded in it I believe."
His thoughts going back to the case, Booth scrunched his nose. "God yes that was awful. The second victim was trying to get away from the murderer and she squeezed by some pipes and her belly ring caught on something and it ripped the belly ring right out of her navel along with skin . . . God that was so gross. You know that had to hurt like hell. It was a big chunk of her skin and that ring . . . damn I still want to throw up every time I think about it. "
"Actually that still makes me nauseous when I think about it too." Brennan swallowed and tried to forget the small piece of flesh attached to the belly ring. "I'm sorry I brought it up."
Glumly, Christine closed the tablet and stood up. "I suppose this means you're both against the belly ring. I never get to do anything around here. I might as well study to become a nun."
"Well, if that's what you want to do, we can go see Father Guidry this weekend." Booth knew his daughter was being melodramatic and two could play that game. "We've never had a nun in the family, so you'd be the first. Pops would be so proud if he was alive."
Brennan wasn't sure if Christine was being serious or not, but the quick wink that her husband had given her told her that Booth wasn't being serious at all. "If you wish to dedicate your life to your religion I suppose I could support you, but I was certain that you were more interested in the sciences. Perhaps you could be a nun and be a zoologist at the same time. I wouldn't think they would be mutually exclusive, but Father Guidry should be able to answer that question for us."
"Why do I even bother?' Christine grabbed her tablet and left the room. "My parents are so old."
While their child marched down the hallway in a huff, Booth moved closer to his wife, leaned over and kissed her. "Hm, do you feel old because I don't feel old?"
"No not all." Brennan placed her hands on Booth's hips and admired the firm flesh under her hands. "You seem to have aged very well for someone who is fifty eight years old."
Booth kissed Brennan once more and pulled her against his body. "Um, well, you've really aged well yourself. You're more beautiful than ever."
"Why thank you." Brennan ran her hands behind Booth's back and cupped his butt. "Are we being too old fashioned about the belly ring?"
"No." Booth wasn't changing his mind about the ring. "The thought of that ring being yanked out for whatever reason . . . just no, no no."
Her mind flashing back to the piece of desiccated flesh with the embedded ring made Brennan swallow in distaste. "Well, if you insist, I will back you up. She can wait until she's eighteen if she wants a belly ring. We won't be able to stop her then."
Releasing Brennan, Booth leaned against the counter. "I told you it was a bad idea to let the kids grow up."
Amused, Brennan tried to finish folding clothes. "Well, I didn't know a way to stop it short of them dying and that wasn't an option."
"No, I guess not." Booth loved that Brennan could still be so literal. She didn't have a sense of whimsy, but that was okay. He loved her literalness. "Well, you do know she's going to act like a martyr for weeks about this."
"I know." Brennan had grown use to the drama of having teenagers in her life. "It will last until her next grand idea is thwarted, but that is okay. I find having a teenager in the house to be very entertaining. "
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