(The Stiff in the Cliff)

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She overheard Angela and Cam talking as they entered the examination room and she wasn't sure what to make of what she had just heard. "Who was kissing Booth?" If someone was kissing Booth she thought she should find out immediately who it was and determine if she needed to intervene in the matter.

The look of annoyance on Brennan's face made Angela realize that her friend had overheard her talking to Cam and she didn't seem to be happy with that tidbit she'd overheard. "Cam's sister."

Just to make sure that Brennan understood that Booth wasn't doing anything he shouldn't Cam broke into the conversation. "After we were done dating, but before you guys were together."

Relieved and yet still annoyed, Brennan nodded her head and stepped closer to the body she was examining. "No need to make excuses. Booth has kissed many women." Her husband was a very handsome man and she knew that men like him never had trouble seeking out companionship if they wanted it. Still, she didn't like the thought of other women kissing Booth. It just seemed wrong on so many levels. Perhaps she was just being foolish, but Booth belonged to her and she had no intention of sharing him with anyone, ever.

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After a long day examining the victim from their latest case, Brennan entered the house and found Christine in the living room reading one of her recently acquired library books. "Honey where is your Daddy?"

Happy to see her mother, Christine carefully placed her book down on the couch, stood up and kissed her mother. Her smile was quickly replaced with a look of disgust on her face and Christine pointed down the hallway. "Hank has a stinky diaper. Daddy took Hank to his room to fix that."

Amused that Christine couldn't bear the smell of soiled diapers, Brennan patted her child's shoulder. "It's just a normal bodily function, Christine. We all have to eliminate bodily waste."

The smell had been awful coming from her little brother and she didn't care if it was normal or not. "Well, it's nasty."

Since she didn't really want to continue talking about excrement, Brennan moved down the hallway to Hank's bedroom. Stepping into the room, she found Booth placing a clean pair of shorts on their son over his fresh diaper. "I see you've take care of his diaper."

Leaning over his son, Booth kissed Hank and smiled at the boy. "Remember how I told you not to feed him beets?" The boy reached out and grabbed his father's nose, giggling.

Not sure where the conversation was going, Brennan nodded her head. "Yes, of course. You told me that last night."

"Well, if I hadn't known he'd eaten beets for dinner last night, we'd both be at the hospital right now. Damn beets look too much like blood. His diaper scared the shit out of me until I remembered the beets." His son now clean and ready for what came next, Booth placed the boy on his feet on the floor and watched him toddle across the room and out the door. "So how was your day?"

She didn't mean to be so abrupt, but the words came out before she had time to think about it. "Cam told me that you kissed her sister."

"What . . . wait . . . what?" Startled Booth shook his head and tried to figure out why Cam would say something like that. "I did not . . . The only woman I kiss is you. No way did I kiss Felicia. I . . . "

"Booth I don't mean recently." Brennan could see that Booth was outraged and she hadn't meant to upset him. "Cam said it happened after you stopped dating her and before we we're together."

Relieved that this was just a misunderstanding, Booth placed his hands on her sides and pulled her closer. "I don't know why you're talking about that, but give a fella more information when you're talking about stuff like that. I'm not a cheater. I keep all my kisses for you and the kids."

"I know." And she did know that. "To be honest, I felt a momentary twinge of jealousy when she mentioned it. I know you're a strong healthy virile male and I imagine you've been kissed a lot, but I don't really like to think about that."

Her words were spoken softly, but Booth heard a little something else too and it made his heart beat just a little bit faster. Leaning over, he kissed her until they were both locked into a passionate kiss. The sound of Christine yelling at Hank to leave her library books alone, forced them to remember they weren't alone in the house. "Listen, you and me dated a lot in our past, but we're past that now. We're together and the only one that gets kisses around here are you and me . . . maybe we should go see what Hank is doing to Christine's books."

"Maybe we should." Brennan reluctantly moved away from her husband and walked towards the bedroom doorway. Pausing just inside the room, she looked back at Booth and frowned. "Was she a good kisser?"

"Who?" Booth knew who Brennan was talking about, but he hoped she'd just drop the subject.

That wasn't about to happen. "Felicia Saroyan."

Leaning against the changing table, Booth shook his head. "Nah, she was terrible. Worst kisser I ever kissed. She couldn't hold a candle to you."

Pleased with his answer, Brennan smiled. "Good."

As she walked through the doorway and out into the hallway, Booth watched Brennan's lovely body moving in her wonderful way and smiled. She may be a strong independent woman, but she's my girl and she knows it.

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