Sorry about the wait. Yesterday was my brother's birthday.
I WILL BE POSTING ANOTHER CHAPTER TONIGHT! Keep an eye out!
R&R please
"Is he our family doctor?" Brennan asked stepping out of the doctor's office, Booth attempting to catch up with her.
"Yeah, why? What happened?" he asked.
Brennan turned and looked at him while still charging toward the car, "After explaining to him that I can't remember anything from the past five years, he asked me if I've hit my head." She seethed anger.
"What's wrong with that?" Booth asked, almost jogging next to her, trying to keep up.
Brennan stopped abruptly and looked at him incredulously, "Are you kidding?" she asked. Booth held out his hands defensively and she planted hers on her hips, "If I can't remember the past five years, then it stands to reason that I wouldn't remember hitting my head, would I?"
Booth smiled, and then the smile grew into laughter. Brennan was fuming and the idea that he was laughing rather than agreeing with her or at least trying to make it better angered her, but after a minute her features softened and she rolled her eyes, "I'm serious, Booth! If our children fall ill then I don't want him treating them!" she whined, trying not to laugh.
Having been hunched over in a fit of laughter, Booth straightened up and put his hands on her shoulders, "Bones, he was just making a joke."
"No he wasn't, Booth!" she said defensively.
"Yes he was. Dr. Hunter is a very good doctor. You picked him out of our insurance. Granted, he has an odd sense of humor; a sense of humor that you never understood, but trust me when I say he was joking."
Brennan huffed and crossed her arms, "Are you sure?" she asked.
The remnants of his last giggles escaped him, "Yes, I am sure. So what did he say?"
Brennan exhaled, "He gave me referrals for an MRI and a CT scan. He wants them done this afternoon."
Booth nodded, his face becoming more serious, "Okay then." He said guiding her into the truck and taking his usual seat behind the wheel, "So diner for lunch and then to the testing center?" he asked.
Brennan's face lit up, "Yeah, sure." Booth smiled widely at her and started the ignition.
When they arrived at the diner, the bell over the door rang out and Brennan pulled on his sleeve causing him to look over his shoulder at her, "Are you sure that Abby is safe with that woman?" she asked.
Booth smiled, "Yeah, I'm positive that she is okay. Julia is a good nanny and came highly recommended. I ran a background check on her before we hired her and you gave her the third degree as well. You have nothing to worry about." He said comfortingly and sitting down at their table.
"Okay." She said skeptically, "So, what has the past five years been like?" she asked.
Booth shrugged, "Not much different from when we were partners, but, ya know, with kids. You and Parker are really close, we still bicker all the time and it's obvious that you love Taylor, Christine and Abby." He said.
Brennan smiled, "Good. So we have a happy loving family."
Booth smiled, "Yeah."
Brennan was never good at reading people but she suspected that Booth was withholding information from her. She looked at him skeptically but was cut off in her thoughts when the waitress came over and asked for their orders.
The diner was quiet as it was a little early in the day for lunch hours just yet. The partners sat silently eating their meals, both in deep thought; Brennan trying to adjust to the new life that she woke up in this morning and Booth trying to process the fact that his wife couldn't remember the past five years of their life which were the most crucial in their relationship since they had met each other.
When they finished their meal, Booth laid some money down on the table and they quietly made their way out of the diner and back into the SUV. When they arrived at the testing center Brennan was immediately escorted into a room, leaving Booth to sit in the lobby for three hours by himself. He was worried about something being wrong with her and what scared him more than anything was the idea that if there was something wrong, she may feel the need to leave him and the family that they created together because of her incessant insecurities about being a burden to the people that she loved.
Brennan was a strong minded individual and that was one of the many reasons why Booth loved her so much and probably the main reason he fell in love with her to begin with. When she made up her mind about something there was no going back which was why this memory loss was both a blessing and a curse. He prayed that she was okay and that there wasn't anything physically wrong with her, but he couldn't help being relieved in some small way. He just hoped that she wouldn't find out.
When the clock struck at two thirty eight, the door to the room that she had been sequestered in opened and she waved for him to come him. He shakily stood from the uncomfortable wooden chair and made his way inside the room. Brennan sat on a padded examination table and he took a seat in yet another uncomfortable plastic chair across from where the doctor sat intently reviewing the test results. When they had both settled into their seats, the doctor looked up at them and smiled.
"Mr. Booth, my name is Doctor Schetfeild and I conducted the tests on your wife this afternoon."
Booth smiled nervously at the man, "It's nice to meet you. So, what is going on?" he asked, glancing up at his wife and then back at the doctor.
The doctor smiled again and placed the results on the desk behind him, "From what I can tell of the test results, there is absolutely no medical reason for the memory loss. Your wife is in perfect health and there is nothing to be concerned about physically. However, in such a random and rare case of amnesia that had no direct cause, I think it would be advisable for you," he said nodding his head toward Brennan, "to see a psychologist to see if this amnesia was caused by an emotional breakdown of some sort."
Brennan smiled smugly at the doctor, "Thank you for your concern doctor, but as long as there is nothing wrong with me in your opinion than a psychologist is unnecessary." She said, hopping off of the table and turning to Booth.
The doctor stood abruptly and took a step toward her, "Ms. Brennan, I didn't say that I don't think anything is wrong with you, merely that the tests say that your amnesia is not caused by any physical ailments. If you want to recover your memories than time spent with a trained professional might be worthwhile."
Brennan smiled at the doctor and shrugged on her coat, "I don't view psychology as a valid science and I'm not going to waste my time talking to someone about my feelings if there is no guarantee that it will help. My memories should reappear in their own time and when I find something that might be the cause of my 'severe emotional distress' then I will deal with it accordingly." She said, walking to the door and opening it.
"Ms. Brennan, I must insist…" he said.
Booth patted the doctor on the shoulder and smiled, "You heard the lady, doc." He said before jogging out of the room to catch up with his wife.
When he finally caught up with her, about halfway across the parking lot his cell phone rang. Brennan stopped so that he could talk to whoever was on the other line. He frowned and looked up at her and then down at the ground where his feet were shuffling some loose stones underfoot.
He hung up the phone and looked up at her, "I have to go into the office for about an hour. Something about a case that we were working on…" he said trailing off.
Brennan's eyes widened, "They didn't split us up when we got married?" she asked excitedly.
Booth returned her smile, "Yeah. Cullen didn't want us separated because we work so well together. We were on a probationary period for the first year, but we kept our noses clean and over time they just… let us be." He said.
Brennan smiled. She never could have imagined that her life could have been this good. She was a mother and in love with Booth and still doing what she did best side by side with the one man who had never let her down. It seemed too good to be true.
She clenched her fists and took a deep breath, and before she could talk herself out of it, she put her hands around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. It was gently and passionate and she had never experienced anything better than Seeley Booth's lips pressed upon her own, at least that she could remember.
He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled back. He was elated. His eyes were adoring her and she could feel his penetrating gaze all the way down to her toes, even though she knew that that was impossible.
His hand moved from her hair to her cheek, "That was almost better than our first kiss." He said softly.
Brennan smiled, "Well for me, it was our first kiss, obviously excluding the 'under the mistletoe' bribery tactic that Caroline forced upon us."
Booth laughed, "So love, do you want to come with me to the office or go home?" he asked, "And no I won't take you to the lab."
Brennan's shoulders dropped slightly in defeat, "Home I guess then. I want to learn the house and see Abby again." She said, her excitement about seeing Abby growing on her features. Booth nodded and then unlocked the car. They both climbed in and he started the car and weaved his way back through the streets of DC toward home.
He dropped her off with a kiss and a promise to be home as soon as possible. Brennan walked up the front path and took note of the house. It was fairly large, most likely larger than Booth would like and smaller than she could afford, no doubt the appeal of it was that they could both put money into it while still having a modest amount of luxury.
She slid the key into the lock and opened the door to find Julia sitting on the couch feeding Abby a bottle and watching television in the living room. She closed the door and walked over to the couch, greeting the nanny and gently taking her little girl into her arms to resume her feeding.
Julia sighed, "You know," she said standing up and preparing her things to leave, "I have to tell you that I've been doing this for a really long time and normally I have only worked with the elite and rich families who don't take any interest in their children other than breeding them to be carbon copies of themselves. I just… It's really nice to see your family. It's refreshing to know that there are still wealthy families who are not only hard working people like you and Mr. Booth whose job entails fighting crime and making our city safe, but that you also are fiercely dedicated to your children. I just thought that you should know that I really respect you Doctor Brennan."
Brennan smiled at Julia, "Thank you so much for your kind words. That really means a lot to me and I'm sure it will mean a lot to Booth as well. He always believes that he isn't doing his best at being a father." She said shaking his head.
Julia smiled, "He's a wonderful father. You're really lucky to have him."
"I know I am." She said looking down at the infant in her arms, "So, do I pay you now or…?"
"Oh!" Julia said, "No, You pay me on a bi-weekly basis. Don't worry about it for right now."
Brennan nodded, "Okay then, enjoy the rest of your day Julia."
Julia shrugged on her coat and started walking towards the front door, "I hope you get your memory back soon Dr. Brennan."
"Thank you!" Brennan called after her before hearing the door click shut. Abby finished the bottle and smiled up at her mother who quickly shifted her over her shoulder and began patted her back, "Let's go look at our house. What do you say baby girl?" she asked Abby, "Yup. Sounds like a good idea to me too."
Brennan looked around the living room and moved into the formal dining room which had Lenox china wear stacked in the display cabinet. The table was cherry oak and seated anywhere from eight to sixteen people with added leafs. Next she went into the kitchen which she had seen earlier that day. She opened up the refrigerator and examined the contents which for the most part she approved of aside from the frozen steaks and ground beef that was shoved into a corner of the freezer.
She continued through the rest of the downstairs until she was satisfied, still patting Abby on the back. On her way up the stairs Abby burped and then began laughing. Brennan held Abby out in front of her and watched as her little baby laughed with a huge smile on her face, one that was evident was passed down from Booth. Brennan delicately placed a kiss on Abby's cheek and cradled her on her hip and ascended the stairs. She went into Parker's room first, which was evident by the clutter that was piled into the corner and the action figure super hero posters that lined the wall. He was always fascinated by superheroes when he was younger and she could see that he hadn't yet grown out of it. Next was the twin's room. Their walls were painted both pink and blue, straight down the middle so it was obvious whose side was whose. On Christine's side, her shelves were covered with dolls and stuffed animals that were well worn in and on Taylor's side were action figures and posters that very much mimicked Parker's room. She had already seen Abby's room, but decided to put her down for a nap.
She laid Abby down in her crib and stroked her cheek before carrying on further into the house. The only door she hadn't opened yet was one that was right next to their master bedroom. She opened the door to find an office. There were two desks inside, one which she assumed was hers and the other most likely Booth's. There were files on top of both desks, and her's also had x-rays and medical information from victims including a few facial reconstructions. She looked over the files and the information in the cases. All of them had been solved. When she reached the end of the pile, there was another file folder that wasn't from the Jeffersonian or the FBI. Flipping open the file she immediately frowned and felt the tears coming to her eyes involuntarily. She quickly shut it and fished her cell phone out of her pocket and hit speed dial 1.
"Booth." He said.
"Why do I have divorce papers on my desk?" she asked.